Woooow! It's been months! I'm really sorry! I'm horrible! College and work took up so much of my time that I just couldn't write! … And Assassins Creed gaming overload! Been playing all three of them over and over. ^w^; So, I made a few changes while writing this. I'm only going to use the German word, Bruder from now on. Just using a whole bunch of German words was irritating me to no end. This is a short chapter sorry. But, I put a lot more details in instead of dialog. Yays! I think… But, anyway please do enjoy!

Chapter 3: Waiting for the Call/Prussia Remembers

What's that noise? A loud thundering pounding sound seemed to echo throughout the room. Germany glanced around the room wondering what the noise was, and what was causing his chest to hurt so much. He placed his hand on his chest feeling his heart pound rapidly. This was causing the pain and the loud sound. Ludwig frowned as his eyes fell onto the phone that was in front of him. Russia was supposed to call him, so Germany sat there waiting for that call to come. Was this the reason why his heart was pounding like a mad man? Or was it just his frustration on how he set work to the side to wait for this one call? Germany didn't even know the real reason to his pounding heart. Whatever it was, it was bothering him to no end. It was bothersome but what could he do? Germany sighed deeply as he rose from his chair. There was really no sense of sitting by the phone all day and not getting any work done. He might as well grab some of his paper work to work on as he waited. He entered a hallway and walked towards his office. He opened his door stepping in and went to the desk on the other side of the room. Ludwig picked up some papers and neatly placed them together into a folder. He grabbed his glasses and placed them on his nose blinking a few times to adjust to them. A glance around the room making sure that everything was in its proper place. Germany always made sure his office was clean and tidy. He sighed deeply as he turned to leave.

"Weesstt…!" Germany stopped feeling a vein readying itself to pop. "Weesssttt!" Why now? Hadn't he sent this little albino off to hang out with some of his friends? Hadn't he said that he could go off to the bar and drink? Didn't he make sure that his friends kept him at the bar? Germany growled lowly as all he did to make sure that his older brother didn't come home before Ivan had called failed miserably. "Weeesstttttttt!" Prussia swung open the office door and stumbled in. He flung himself onto his brother making the folder fall to the floor. Gilbert grinned up at Ludwig, "I found you!" Germany raised a brow wondering why his brother was so childish.

Ludwig gently pushed Prussia off of him then asked, "Gilbert, where are Antonio and Francis? I thought you were supposed to be with them all day today." Prussia shrugged as he crossed the room to a bookshelf. He pulled out a book pretending to be interested in it. Germany went to his brother and took the book away. Gilbert looked up at him silently. Ludwig stared down at the white male, "Bruder, I really need the house to be empty today. So, could you please go back out with your friends?"

"Why should I?" Prussia scoffed as he took another book from the shelf. "Why do I have to stay out of the house all day? I live here too you know?" He flipped through the pages of the book and stopped somewhere in the middle. Germany let out an annoyed sigh not wanting to deal with a moody grown man. He pushed the book he had back on the shelf and took the other book Prussia had and placed it back also. Ludwig hugged Prussia from behind whispering in his ear.

"All I need is for the house to be empty so I don't get distracted and say the wrong things to Ivan. That is all, Bruder; I didn't mean to offend you." Germany didn't like this closeness of hugs or whispering in ears, but for some reason Prussia listened to him if he did. He had found this out throughout the years of them living together. Ludwig didn't understand it, but as long as it worked he would use it if he had to. Gilbert let out a breath as he had held it in when Germany tickled his ear with his words. He blushed slightly then quickly broke the grip his brother had on him.

"Fine!" Prussia went to the door, "If you want the house to yourself go ahead. I…" He hesitated not sure if he wanted to fully look at Germany. "I have better things to do then watch you do work." With that he left the office and soon Ludwig heard the front door close. He shook his head slightly and went to pick up the folder that was left on the floor.

Prussia kicked a can that was on the ground as he pursed his lips. He hated how Germany knew his weak points and knew how to make Prussia listen to him. It was even worse that his brother didn't know why it worked. Gilbert swung his leg back for a hard kick to the can. He launched the can high into the air watching it fly higher and higher till it came crashing back to earth. Prussia grumbled unhappily feeling a bit lonely. One of the reasons why he did go back home was because his friends had ditched him. HIM! Of all people they decided to ditch the most awesome person alive! Antonio first left them because of his sweet little tomato was throwing a fit that he wasn't home as he had promised that he would be. Could you say whipped? Then it was just him and Francis. They made it to the bar, but then of course Francis spotted a group of women and ran off to get lucky. Prussia would have joined, but the thought of having drunken women all over him repulsed him. Though, if Germany was all over him drunk then he wouldn't mind. He shook his head quickly trying to drive the thought from his mind. Ludwig would never… Never… Gilbert bit his lip as he grew frustrated knowing his fantasies would never come true. They were brothers for god's sake! Well, not technically; Prussia had found Germany and just called him his bruder. But he would just never approve of something like that. He might've if WW2 didn't happen. What was so wrong with the same sex liking one another? What harm are they doing to the people around them? Gilbert stopped, all this thinking was making his brain hurt. He stretched as he decided to go to the arcade and hang there for a while.

Germany sat down back in front of the phone pulling the papers out of the folder. He skimmed over them taking note of what he read. He glanced over his papers at the phone. It laid there motionless, quiet, still. He frowned but went back to the papers he held. Ludwig was normally a patient person which was a surprise to himself, but waiting for the one Russian to call caused his patients to falter. He clenched his jaw as he found it was difficult to concentrate on reading. All of his thoughts were thinking of what Ivan wanted to 'discuss' with him. He placed his papers back into the folder pinching the bridge of his nose. Lack of sleep, Prussia being extra clingy, worried about what Russia has to say, work over load, stress, stress, STRESS! There were more things on that list to cause him so much stress, but naming them all would be a very long list. Grumbling, Ludwig got up to make a pot of coffee. He was about to leave the room when a ringing sounded throughout. His heart felt like it dropped as he turned to stare at the phone that was moving slightly as it rang. Germany walked back watching it nervously as he reached out a trembling hand. He grabbed it and placed the phone by his ear. "H-Hello?"

"Hello, Ludwig."

Gilbert pounded on a machine yelling at it in frustration, "Damned thing!" He continued to hit it and soon the manager asked him to leave. Prussia sneered and gave a last kick to the machine before leaving the arcade. He snarled to himself as he stomped down the sidewalk. "Stupid game; if it was as awesome as me it wouldn't have sucked so badly!" He continued to be moody as he made his way to a small park. There was a lonely solo swing swaying slowly in the wind. Prussia sat down on it hearing it creek under his weight. This was so not awesome. He didn't want to be away from Germany when he knew Ivan could be lurking close by. Even if Ivan said that he would call first; that doesn't save his brother from seeing him again and soon. Prussia knew what the man was capable of; he had lived in the Russian's house for many years. He frowned as those memories flooded back to him. A shiver ran down his back as he remembered.

Prussia rolled over as his dreams crawled with haunting images. Sweat started to drip from his forehead as he clenched onto his pillow. "W-West!" Gilbert whimpered out in his nightmare. A tall man sat next to him with a twisted smile on his lips. He looked amused at the man's struggle within his dreams.

The man leaned over Gilbert breathing coldly in his ear, "My little dog, you've disobeyed me again." Prussia's eyes quickly shot open as he froze clutching the pillow even tighter. His eyes slowly moved to the figure above him. The man smiled innocently but his eyes were a dark red then he repeated, "You disobeyed me again." Prussia gulped trying to find his voice to which it didn't come. Where did his confidence go? Where did his cocky attitude go? Where did the Prussia he once knew go? Was it after the first broken bones here? The head injury? The threat to Germany's life if he didn't obey? Gilbert couldn't remember, but he knew he wasn't the same as before. The man above him started to play with his white hair. "I've told you before that you weren't supposed to say that man's name again. Didn't I?" Prussia flinched. Shit, did he say West's name by accident in his dreams?

Gilbert looked away mumbling, "It wasn't on purpose… I was dreaming I couldn't control it." He heard a deep chuckle which made him shiver. The man stopped playing with his hair and quickly took ahold of it. Prussia yelped as he was pulled up from the bed. He took hold of the man's hand trying to get him to let go. Tears stung his eyes, "I-Ivan, please… Please let go!" Ivan gave a slight tug causing Prussia to yelp again. The Russian smirked at the sound.

"Well, then I guess I just have to fill your dreams with just me then." He paused as he saw Gilbert's face turn white. "Now won't I?" Russia leaned forward to whisper in the Prussian's ear. "When I'm done with you; you won't even remember you're Bruder anymore." Prussia whimpered as he felt a hand slip down his pants.

Prussia bit his lip as he finally got himself to stop at the moment of remembering. He jumped off the swing and started running home. He wasn't going to let any of that happen to Germany as long as he was around to stop it.

Hee hee! Didn't let you get to the gruesome part of the abuse sex right there! There will be sadly. *shivers* So, I hope you guys liked this chapter! So, I have this thing now if I get stuck on this story, I have another one I'm working on for all you Assassins Creed fans out there! So, I can go back and forth between the stories and hopefully won't get stuck on them. Yays! w