Alksadjljf I'm a terrible person. *slaps self* Bad Author! Write more!. I suppose that's partly because I moved in with a friend recently. AAAANNNYYWAY! Here you go, chapter 6, This chapter was brought to you by coffee, Mountain Dew and Fem!Russ-cat... who is sitting on my lap as I write..
Disclaimer: Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia), Ivan Braginsky (Russia), and Ludwig (Germany) belong to Hidekaz-sama. And just so I don't get in trouble for mentioning it, Mountain Dew belongs to PepsiCo. I am in no way making a profit from this story, nor do I intend to.
Gilbert sat across from the Russian, glaring down at his plate of food angrily. He didn't want to be at the same table as the Russian, but if he would have refused to sit with him, he would have been punished severely. He sighed as he took a mouthful of food.
"I received a letter today," Ivan stated suddenly, "from your brother." Prussia's remaining eye lit up as he looked at the larger nation.
"What did it say?" Prussia asked softly, trying not to sound too elated by this news; He had been wondering when his brother would try to contact him.
"Now why should I tell you that? After all, you haven't been very nice to me this week." smiled the Russian. Prussia's heart and body sank. Russia simply smiled at him, he hadn't touched his own food. "I guess... he just asked how you were and asked if I had hurt you too badly; that he and Austria received my gift the other day and that he was concerned-"
"I want to read it." Prussia interrupted.
"What do you say?"
"Please..." Prussia sighed softly. Russia smiled then reached into the inner pocket of his coat, retrieving an envelope. He handed it to Prussia, who eagerly pulled the paper out; It smelled like west, and freedom.
Dear Brother,
Mein Gott... Are you okay? We received a... a package from the bastard the other day. It was your eye. I hope he allows you to see this. I miss you terribly... so does Austria, surprisingly. He hasn't been able to play piano since the trial-
This made Prussia laugh slightly.
I wish you were here, on this side of the wall. I hear he won't let you even near the concrete. I want you to try to get him to let you go to the next meeting, it will be two months from now... Please Bruder... try not to piss him off- I know how you get, and I know how he can get too. Oh! Roderich asked me to see if Elizaveta was with Russia, apparently they forced them to divorce and he hasn't seen her since. I will find a way to get you away from that psycho, He shouldn't be hurting you like he is. America agree's with me and he wants to help. I will try to keep in touch with you, and I hope you will be able to as well... for now.. I must stop writing, I will certainly be awaiting a message from you soon.
Ich liebe dich Bruder.
-West
Prussia finished the letter with tears in his eyes. He dried his eyes with his sleeve then looked up at Russia.
"Well?" he asked.
"Well what?"
"Can I write back to him?" Russia thought for a moment then smiled.
"Very well, but I will be reading what you write before you send it, so make sure its in English, or I won't let you write a different letter." He threatened with a smile. Gilbert smiled then got up, ignoring the Russian's threat but still abiding by it. "After you eat." Prussia frowned then sat back down, sighing. He ate as quickly as possible, hardly even tasting his food.
"Hey Russia..." Prussia suddenly remembered Austria's request.
"What?" the Russian asked.
"Have you seen Hungary?"
"Nyet..."
"Hm.. oh well.. dan- I mean... Spasibo." Prussia caught himself. Russia set him up with a piece of paper and a pencil after supper then left him to write.
Hey West,
Ha! I'm so awesome, I got him to let me write back to you... Anyway, I'm fine, just sore and short one eye... but hey, I'm still alive, and I'm still awesome... I miss you too Bruder. Tell that prissy little piano whore to start playing or I'll find a way to start one of his precious piano's on fire. Anyway, its true, I'm hardly allowed to go outside. I don't know if I'll be able to come to the meeting, I'll be extra good this month, maybe he'll let me. By the way, he will be reading every letter I send, and he'll probably read all the ones you send to me. Tell Austria that I haven't seen Hungary, and that I'm sorry. You better keep writing to me.
Ich liebe dich auch..
-The Awesome Me
He reluctantly signed off then sighed. Russia came back to his side then smiled.
"Done?"
"Yes." The Russian picked up the paper then read, smiling at Prussia then put it in an envelope.
"Get your coat and your boots on, I'll take you to mail it." Russia smiled, this caused Gilbert to become very frightened. Russia was being nice, too nice, which meant Prussia was going to be hurt soon. He nodded, then went to go get his coat and boots. He put them on then waited for Russia. He was going to take any opportunity to go outside. Russia smiled and opened the door, his pipe in one hand. He urged Prussia forward with the pipe. Russia lead him to a mailbox where Prussia deposited the letter. "We go home now da?" he said as he lead him back to the large house. Prussia reluctantly followed.