What the-?
So much reviews? I can't believe so many people actually like my shitty writing! o_o Now I feel even more bad for not updating for so long...
Anyway, thank you guys for reviewing (no really, thank you^^) and please enjoy this next chapter (even though it's a little short^^'')!
Germany was standing in front the mirror, fiddling nervously with his tie.
Austria had given Germany and Italy the largest living chambers in the mansion. They included two bathrooms, a big bedroom with a double bed inside and a livingroom, filled with beautiful baroque furniture, including the mirror Germany was standing in front of.
Although the wedding would be only next day in the afternoon, the blonde had found himself way to nervous to sleep. First he had tried to distract himself, by cleaning up his and Italys quarters, but that had only made him more twitchy. So he had gotten his wedding suit out of the cabinet and was now trying it on for the first time. There was no arguement that France understood his job very well. Germanys suit was an astonishing work of art: it was a deep black, with very subtle patterns, a vest of the same colour, a dark-blue shirt and a very fitting tie, also black.
But somehow, Germany did not feel comfortable at all. He was used to wearing suits at important world meetings, but those plain things he wore on these occacions couldn't even be compared to what he would be wearing tomorrow.
Hestitantly Germany went over to the chair his green uniform was lying on, neatly folded of course, took the silver-black cross that was laying on it, put it around his neck and went back to the mirror. Even though the cross looked terrribly out of place, he immediately felt better. It had been a gift from Prussia, given to him long time ago, on the day he officially became a nation, and Germany almost never took it off.
'France vill be so pissed vhen he sees zhat,' he thought, smiling. Just as he was about to picture the face of furious France, yelling at him, there was a knock on the door. Germany cocked an eyebrow. 'Now who could zhat be? It's almost ten p.m.' He walked over to the door and opened it.
Standing out in the hallway was Prussia, arms crossed and his gaze directed to the floor, as if he wasn't sure what to say. A rare thing for Prussia. Germany at the sight of his big brother. "Guten Abend Bruder." he greeted. The other didn't answer, he just raised his head and looked at Germany with an odd expression, that clearly said something was wrong. Germany stopped smiling and made a worried face. "Um, is everyzhing okay?" Prussia sighed and stepped into the room, motioning Germany to shut the door. The ex-nation then turned around and looked straight into his brothers eyes.
"Ve need to talk Vest." he said in an usual serious voice. "I zhink jou're making a big-" Suddenly the sound of someone clearing his throat rang from the bedroom door. Standing there was Italy, arms crossed and looking less then not pleased.
"Oh, Italy, jou're avake?" Germany asked.
"He sure has a vay of sneaking up on people." Prussia murmured, but not loud enough for Germany to hear.
"Could-a I speak to you for a minute, mi amore?" Italy asked, his voice sounding quite pissed and emphazising the words 'mi amore' dangerously. Without waiting for an answer, the brown-haired man turned on his heels and walked back into the bedroom. Germany gave an apologizing look to Prussia.
"I better see vhat he vants." he said and went into the bedroom as well, closing the door behind him. Prussia could hear their voices from outside, though the thickness of the door muffled them down a bit. The albino frowned, when he noticed the two of them seemed to be arguing about something. Carefully, Prussia drew nearer to the bedroom and creaked the door open a bit, so he could see inside. What he saw gave him the shivers.
Italy was standing before Germany, hands on his hips and a furious look on his face, that could scare children away. Prussia couldn't see Germanys expression, because the blonde was standing with his back to him, but he, too, sounded a bit irritated now.
"I thought-a I made it-a perfectly clear,"Italy hissed, his voice low and shaking from anger,"that-a I didn't want-a you to wear that dusty, old thing." Prussia asked himself what the italian was talking about, when Germany answered.
"Zhis vas a gift Prussia gave to me." Italy raised an eyebrow.
"And?" Even if he couldn't see his face, Prussia was certain Germany was frowning in puzzlement right now.
"And I zhink I should wear it." Germany said in a firm voice. Italy did not seem to like that answer. Slowly, the smaller man closed the gap between Germany and himself, until he was standing right in front of him. Event though Germany was a foot taller then the italian, Italys whole appeareance now had something completely terrifying.
"Are-a you disagreeing with-a me?" he asked so quiet, Prussia almost couldn't hear. Germany didn't budge.
"I guess I am", he answered, sounding slightly angry as well. Prussia shivered at the venomous aura in fromt of him. Maybe he wouldn't need o talk to Germany about cancelling the wedding at all. Maybe that issue would be resolved now either way.
Prussia slowly backed away from the door to leave the two of them their prvacy, when suddenly he heard Germany scream in pain from the inside. The albino rushed back to the door and looked. His brother had collapsed onto his knees, leaning slightly to the side now, clutching his head with both hands, allowing Prussia to see his face twisted in pure agony. Italy was standing above the cowering Germany, sneering at the sight before him.
"Oh dear, are-a you getting another one of those awful headaches?" he asked, not sounding sympathetic at all. Germany just groaned and tried to stand up again, but failed. Italy smirked and went over to one of the nightstands beside the bed. He opened one of the cuppboards and rustled his hand through it for a while, then pulled out a small bottle, contaning a fluroescent liquid. Prussia squinted his eyes to see better, but he just couldn't make out what it could be. Still smirking, Italy made his way over to Germany, who was still kneeling at the ground. "Don't-a worry, you'll feel better soon, mi amore." he cooed. Then without a warning, he grabbed Germany by the hair, pulled his head backwards and forced the liquid into his mouth. Germany coughed and gagged heavily, but Italy just held his mouth shut, forcing him to swallow. Germanys eyes rolled backwards and he dropped to the floor, unconscious. Italy chuckled and kneeled beside the knocked-out nation. "Feeling better, si?" he asked, smirking evilly.
Prussia gasped in shock and withdrew himself from the door. 'He's not just a rude douchebag, he's downright evil!' he thought, shaking in fear. As much as he wanted to rush in there and save his little brother, who knew what Italy woul do, if he noticed Prussia had witnessed the whole scene? He had to warn the others. Together they'd beat this new, evil Italy! Without wasting anymore time, Prusia turned on his heels and rocketed out into the hallway, heading straight for the dining hall.
"Guys! Germany's in real trouble! Jou have to help-" Prussia stopped dead in confusion, when he was greeted by an overwhelming laughter. Everybody was still sitting as Prussia had left them, only they seemed even more cheerful now. "H-Hey, vhat are jou-?" Canada rushed over to him, an excited smile on his face.
"Can you believe it? We're going to be Italys new best men! Italy texted all of us a minute ago!" he chirped happily. Prussia frowned.
"New best men? Vhat happened to his old ones?" England shook his head.
"It was supposed to be Romanos job, but Italy says he canceled, shortly before the wedding."
"iQue pena! I bet Romano would have looked marvellous in his suit." Spain said, pouting sadly. "But you know how things are between him and Germany. I guess he just can't bear the thought of the two of them marrying yet." America nodded.
"Yup, that dude's got some reeeaaal issues! Anyway, Italy said it'd be just 'perfecto', if we'd all fill in for him!"
"Seeing as ve vorked so 'ard on everything." France added. He smiled at Prussia. "And you 'ad your doubts about 'im! I told you 'e was an absolute gem!" Prussias mouth had dropped to the floor during the conversation. He looked at his friends in sheer disbelieve as they continued their chatter, not even noticing he was here anymore.
"Are you sure this isn't too much work for you France?" England asked. "You'll have to make a lot of new suits now." France made a dismissive gesture with his hand.
"Not at all, mon ami. Everything for our little Italy, non?" Prussia slowly backed out of the dining hall and closed the door behind him, feeling sad and somewhat betrayed.
"Looks like I'm on my own." he said quietly to himself, walking down the hallway to his room.
Awww, poor Prussia : ( Don't worry, I believe you!
Prussia: Of course jou are! Jou're zhe one vriting zhis story so naturally jou- Hey, vait a minute! How come ve're bozh german, but I'm zhe only one vizh an accent?
Me: Bye guys, hope you enjoyed this chapter! R&R please and stay tuned, we're getting veeery close to the climax! -*does not know what that word means and is just assuming it means "shit is about to go down very soon."*
Prussia: Hey! Don't just ignore me!