Prussia roughly laid his hands on Italy's shoulders and pulled him to stand. Italy couldn't fight back versus this nation, he was too strong. Italy silently whimpered as Prussia pushed him into the wall, causing Italy to tear. Prussia grinned evilly and whispered, "Fight back. You'll have to learn how to defend yourself when Germany isn't here." He emphasized the name of his younger brother with a hateful distaste. Prussia then took Italy by the collar and threw him to the floor. Italy slid about 10 inches before coming to a halt. Italy pulled himself up using his arms for support, but Prussia kicked him back down. "FIGHT BACK!" he spat.
Italy knew Germany was probably dead as a log, and wouldn't wake up to save him, so he tried standing up, but Prussia prevented his attempts.
"You're pathetic," Prussia took his foot off of Italy's stomach and turned to walk away.
Italy's rage built up rapidly and he slowly stood up while Prussia had turned his back. It's-a not over, Italy thought. He used his knee as a support for his hand as he stood up and when he had touched ground with both feet he ran after Prussia, tackling him from behind, but Prussia slightly turned to face him.
Italy knocked Prussia to the ground, but Prussia had caught both of Italy's attempted punches in both hands. While Italy struggled against Prussia's strength from above, Prussia struggled to get Italy off of him. Italy breathed through his mouth, because his anger and frustration couldn't go through his nose fast enough. He grunted in desperation.
Prussia grinned while he watched Italy struggle. He chuckled lightly, "Kesesesesese, Little Ita. Is zhat all you've got?"
The two countries exhaled deeply as Prussia finally won the struggle and turned Italy over, pinning him to the ground, this time. Prussia smirked in victory. "Now, ve'll do zhis mein way…"
Italy still struggled, and Prussia was slightly impressed with his attempt at wrestling. After all, Prussia was just having some fun practicing with Italy. At least he could win this match. Against Germany, he had no chance, although he wouldn't give his little brother satisfaction by losing. So even though he was clearly outmatched, he still attempted because he was just that awesome. So he wanted to know what it felt like to win a wrestling match, even if he cheated.
Italy was beginning to lose strength and Prussia grinned even wider. "Kesesesesesese," he laughed. "It's time you learn about…." He leaned closer, "Vital Regions…"
"It's time you shut up," Germany pulled Prussia by the back of the collar, causing him to gag for a moment and forcing him to his feet.
GERMANY! Italy thought as he sat up with a smile.
"Vest-"
Before Prussia could finish, Germany threw him over the couch, causing Prussia to fall off it backwards and onto the living room floor. "How can anyone sleep vif zhat annoying pie-hole!"
Prussia grinned once again as he pulled one knee up and supported his hands on his knee as he stood up. "Ve're just having some harmless fun…"
"HARMLESS?!" Germany questioned rather loud. "Harmless, my ass! You were hurting him!"
"Pft, so?"
"Italy, are you ok?" Germany glanced down at Italy and he nodded at him.
Italy nodded back. He pulled his knee to his chest and hugged himself.
Germany turned back to Prussia, but almost not before being tackled to the kitchen floor. Germany hit his head on the hard tile floor, but it was just a scratch. Prussia sat on his stomach to prevent him from getting up, just like he had done to Italy. He held Germany's hands to the ground and leaned closer.
"Looks like I'll have to invade you as well," Prussia threatened.
Germany narrowed his eyes. "Just try it," he dared. "Let's see vhat happens…"
"You brought zhis upon yourself, Vest!" Prussia laughed, "KEEEEESSSESEsesesesesesesesese…."
Italy rushed to Germany's side, but Prussia pushed him away and Italy hit his head on the dining room table, knocking him unconscious.
The distraction was all Germany needed as he pushed Prussia off and rolled over, pinning Prussia to the ground. He held both of Prussia's hands above his head with one hand, and pulled back his other hand in a fist. But Germany hesitated, as Prussia's previous words came back to him, Ve're bruders! Did you forget about ze Berlin Vall?
"Damn you," Germany pulled Prussia up, still holding onto both of his hands. "If I ever see you in zhis house again…."
There was actual, real, truthful fear in Prussia's eyes, as Germany whispered, "…I'll kill you…"
Germany threw him down to the floor, knocking down a chair next to him. He turned to help Italy, as he had just gained consciousness. Italy sat up and held his head, rubbing the sore behind his head. "You ok?" Germany asked, putting his hand gently on Italy's shoulder.
Italy nodded. "Si…"
The two exchange glances. "Your voice!" Germany smiled.
"It's-a back!" Italy cried, and much to Germany's chagrin, embraced his neck.
Prussia coughed and slowly drug himself up with support from his arms. But he was shaking, trembling with fear. He breathed through his open mouth, in disbelief and defeat. His mind was full of tactics and strategies, but he couldn't escape this one. Germany suddenly stood over him as Prussia slowly glanced up to meet his stern, icy blues. They stared at each other for a long moment, the other waiting for the other to make the first move.
Then Germany spoke, "There vas a reason I abolished you back then…you're too obsessed with taking over things und invading! Ve can't have zhat kind of country now. It's dangerous. But ve all come und go, don't ve, Prussia?"
Prussia was speechless, for once, and held his tongue. He suddenly felt the pain and death of the victims of the Holocaust all over again. He couldn't face Germany anymore and let his head fall back down. This would be one fight he wouldn't survive…