Chapter 4: the Frenchmans house

This house, it was a bluish humdrum of frills and conveniences, not really Prussia's style, but it was warm and dry and the food was scrumptious. Not to mention it's wonderful host .

True to his word France had helped, helping him ooze out of the squelching mud despite his obvious disgust at the situation, helping him find a wash tub so he could scrub the caked on dirt and sludge from his skin, helping him find a clean tunic to wear.

France had helped too much, much more than Prussia could repay in the span of a few hours. And to top it all off France had made him a plate of food so delectable that letting it go to waste could bring you guilt for the rest of your life.

And Spain? Spain had mostly just hung there and watched them. He was rather creepy really; suspended there like an eerie doll that every one else was too use to to notice.

Prussia was longing for home and it had only really been a few hours. He wanted Hungry and her earthy green eyes that were always filled with a fake smile. He wanted his little brother Holy Rome and his forever serious pout that drew his lips into an illegible smug of pink. Hell! He even missed that damn Austria.

But that didn't mean he wanted to abandon his new companions. Yes, one was rather strange, and yes the other was insufferably helpful, but everyone had faults, Prussia didn't mind, not one bit, he just wanted to get back to his life.

"May I go home now, please?" his voice creaked in that age old tone that only gets dusted off when you really want something, he only hoped they didn't notice.

France had been swishing about the kitchen when he suddenly froze at the request. "But don't you like it here? If I'm not being hospitable just tell me, I'll try harder!" his flickering blue eyes looked rather panicked and it made Prussia feel truly awful.

"No, it's not that. You've been very kind to me. It's just that….I really need to get home, my little brother can't take care of himself yet."

Spain perked up at the words little brother "You have a little one to take care of too? That's wonderful! Maybe he and Romano can play together some time, what's his name?"

Prussia was rather flabbergasted at such exuberant friendliness; he had just met these people. "Umm, his name is Holy Roman Empire. Can I go home now?"

"Yes, yes, go and tell Holy Roman Empire hello for me! Do you need directions? You live north of hear right? Look on this map, that road should get you were you need to go." Spain's voice was rushed and Prussia couldn't even respond before the next sentence came rushing out. Before he knew it he was walking down a little dirt road that he hoped headed home.

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