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| FortunesRevolver | Aug 27 2009, 01:58 PM Post #11 |
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Prussia sighed heavily as Germany left the room, giving the ceiling a dull glare. "...This is so not awesome," he muttered bitterly. "...How long am I going to have to stay like this...?" Coughing, the albino attempted to roll over in bed slowly, wincing as a sharp wave of pain washed over his body. He immediately moved back into his previous position with a soft moan. This sucks... he thought bitterly, giving the ceiling another glare. I swear, I'll rip that russki a new one the moment I can walk again. The door opened and Gilbert turned his head as best he could, unable to properly see the entrance way with his right eye bandaged as it was. It didn't take long before the new occupant of the room made herself known and a cool hand pressed against his forehead, a wonderful relief from the heat radiating off his body. "Well... well... well... what do we... have here...?" Prussia smiled slightly, giving the hand that wrapped his as strong a squeeze as his body could manage. "...Didn't... expect you to visit me so soon... Meimei... Hope the... last few years have treated better than they have me... Ahaha..." How he managed to keep throwing jokes around in his condition, even the Prussian didn't know. His head was turned as much as it was able in his condition, his bandaged eye focused carefully on Taiwan as he continued to ramble in a soft voice. "Heheh... I must... look so un-awesome right now. That... bastard really did a number on me... Heh... but... West looked after you while I was gone... right? Doubt I could run from your brother's sword like this. Even if I am awesome." Ah... she's crying. Frick. I'm bad with tears... Sheesh. I'm shit at comforting West the few times he starts blubbering. What the hell do I...? "H-hey! Don't start... sobbing on me. I'm not dying, or anything. I'm just... resting. I'm... too awesome to die. We Prussian's recover quicker than Italian's surrender." Gilbert pulled his hand from Taiwan's grip slowly, brushing his thumb under the brunette's eyes. "I'll be sitting up without help by the end of the weak--I'm that frickin' awesome. Just watch me." |
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| Ishikawa | Aug 27 2009, 05:16 PM Post #12 |
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"Heh... I did not... know that anything could be faster than an Italian's surrender." Meimei gave a choked laugh as she lifted her hand, using her sleeve to wipe away what he had missed, giving herself a moment to recover. "W-why should I not cry...? Silly..." She shook her head, clearing her throat and folding her hands in her lap. "And what do you mean, 'so soon'? I would have been here days ago if I could have." She hesitated, but couldn't help but reach up to smooth a few stray, limp strands of hair away from his one un-bandaged eye, unsure if the urge was a maternal reaction to seeing someone so obviously in pain... or something else. But there would be time for her to think on that later, and she offered him a soft smile. "Hey... I get to help you beat the hell out of him, right?" It was clear she was teasing. She returned her hand to her lap, not sure what to do, really. She wasn't naturally a touchy-feely person, but the contact was reassuring to her. It said that this wasn't a lie, he really had survived. And she couldn't quite figure out why that was so important to her. Edited by Ishikawa, Aug 27 2009, 05:19 PM.
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| Ishikawa's Tip Of The Month: 'Hau', 'Hauau', or any altered version of such a sound, when made by Taiwan (AKA Meimei or Wanwan), can be indicative of nervousness, embarrassment, and, very rarely, anger. | |
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| Formidonis | Aug 27 2009, 09:03 PM Post #13 |
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Ludwig stood alone in his kitchen. He made himself wait. He wanted to give the other two some time alone. In truth, he could use some time alone himself. He was not naturally given to emotional behaviour, and the highs and lows and highs again of this past week had left him feeling more drained than he would have believed possible. “And there is still so much to do.” He thought. Almost inevitably, once of the first things he would have to do would be restraining Gilbert. Germany knew his brother, and he knew that East would already be planning on getting up and out of his bed. Mentally, he was probably already training, if not already taking his revenge on Russia. Not that Ludwig blamed him for that for one moment. But still. First things first. “Revenge…” He thought aloud. He filled a jug with water, just a little below room temperature, (he didn’t want it to be too cold for Gilbert,) and then took a drink himself. His own drink came from the freezer and was very, very, cold, just as his temper and hatred had become. He hadn’t thought it was possible to despise Russia more than he had the day he had taken his brother from him. Well, he had been proven wrong. Every cut, every scar, ever burn, every bruise, has made his hatred grow colder, while the things his brother has said in his sleep would haunt his own dreams too. Oh, yes. He would have his revenge. But not yet. First, Gilbert must regain his health, grow strong. Russia could wait. He turned his mind, with an effort, to happier thoughts. It had been a pleasant surprise to see Taiwan at the door. Still, he wondered why he had been surprised, even a little. His brother and she had always been close. Indeed, in better times, he had often hoped that Gilbert and Meimei would... He shook his head. This was no time for such idle speculation. It was foolish too; so much had changed in the world, her part as well as Gilbert’s. Still... she had come to see him, he thought with an affectionate smile, as he climbed the stairs. Perhaps she would agree to stay. At least for a short while. That would be helpful, for many reasons. Firstly, he trusted her, and he didn’t trust many. Secondly, he knew that Prussia would listen to her, well, at much as he listened to anyone, and thirdly, and most importantly, Gilbert liked her. I mean, East was himself, he never really changed, but for Taiwan, he always showed his best self. If anyone else could talk some sense to his brother, make him see reason, it would be her. He opened the door to his brother’s bedroom and stepped inside. “Sorry I took so long, East. Are you ready to drink now?” |
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| FortunesRevolver | Sep 6 2009, 12:12 AM Post #14 |
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"Hey... West..." Prussia smiled faintly, drawing his attention away from Taiwan to glance at his brother. "Thanks... for the water. I think I can handle it on my own..." Accepting the glass with a weak and trembling had, the albino sat himself up as best he could, managing to drain almost the entire glass before clumsily setting setting it on the his bedside table. "Th-thanks..." he repeated, the look on his face completely exhausted. Even a task as simple as holding a glass of water was draining to him, and Gilbert hated it. His crimson eyes flickered momentarily back over to Taiwan and he offered the worried girl another weak smile, his gloved fingers brushing weakly against her cheek, tucking a loose hair behind her ear before it fell limply at his side beside the bed. "You both... both..." The sentence remained unfinished as Prussia sighed softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he fell into yet another deep slumber, his body too tired to continue proper function. Alas, for the three members of the room, this sleep would be yet another that would last a over a few days. |
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| Formidonis | Sep 6 2009, 08:10 PM Post #15 |
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"I think it is best we let him sleep now, Meimei" Ludwig said, after a moment. He placed his hand on his brother's forehead. He did feel cooler. Perhaps now, finally, the worst was behind them. He could only hope, and pray. He turned to Taiwan, and slowly escorted the reluctant girl from the room. "You have somewhere to stay in town, yes? I know things are still... unsettled here in Berlin, but you are always welcome. I will make sure you are kept informed about Gilbert's progress." He paused when they reached the front door. He wanted to ask her to stay, but he knew that would be too much. "Thank you for coming to see him. It meant a lot. To both of us." He paused, uncertain if he should say what he was going to say next. "You... You will visit him again, yes?" He asked her, hopefully. "In truth, while you were here... it was the most I have seen Gilbert like his old self since he came home. So. Please. Do come again. If you can." ~ ~ ~ Some Weeks Later ~ ~ ~ "Are you sure you're ready for this Gilbert?" Germany asked, again, preparing himself for the inevitable angry retort. He had severe misgivings about the whole idea. It had been more than a month since his brother had come home now, and his strength was returning, but very slowly. He had suffered terribly during his time in Russia, and seemed to have managed to continue through it due to sheer bloody-mindedness. He was healing, but he still spent more time asleep than he did awake, and had trouble keeping down solid food. This seemed reckless to Germany. But he knew Gilbert was determined. Still, he had to try one more time. "I know that the doctor's said you could go outside today if you took care, but..." He sat down on the edge of the bed. "I am sure they meant the garden. No further afield than that. Trying to take your wolf for a walk, is, well. It's not a good idea. No. Let me be blunt. It's a bad idea. East. Be realistic! I know you want to go outside. But you can barely reach the bathroom on your own." His face saddened, but it was true. His legs were coming back the slowest of all, and it was made all the worse by his refusal to accept any aid. The first day he had been allowed to go to the bathroom on his own, he had fallen down three times on the way. And it was next door! And the stubborn fool wouldn't even use a cane. Germany sighed in frustration. It was no use. "If you are going to insist on this foolishness, then..." He stood up and walked over to the window. It was overcast today, for which he was grateful. One less thing to worry about. He looked out for the window and hid his expression from his brother. In truth, he had another reason he didn't want his brother to go outside today, but, he didn't want to tell East unless he absolutely had too. He had no idea how his brother would take this news, but he knew it wouldn't be good. Still, perhaps... perhaps he could contain this. "...Then I am coming with you. And you are using the wheelchair." Ludwig said, turning to glare at his brother with an expression that allowed no argument. |
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| FortunesRevolver | Sep 6 2009, 10:14 PM Post #16 |
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"You worry too much, West..." Prussia muttered, giving his brother a faint look of annoyance. "I can walk just fine on my own! So I trip a few times, big deal! We're German-made! We're built to take the punches! I was born to fight, West... I'm meant to take the maximum amount of damage and still keep going!" The use of his voice had been the first thing Prussia gained during recovery, much to his own amusement. However, despite his boats and confident tone, the same look had yet to return to his eyes. The crimson orbs were dull, dead compared to their former selves. Momentary bursts of life would flicker through them at the mention or appearance of Taiwan, and often when Germany would enter the room. He'd even managed a small, almost smirk-like smile when Austria, much to everyone's surprise, had come to visit. Still, as it was, his emotions had yet to return to him fully. Most of his time was spent either asleep or lying in bed, staring dully out the window with a blank look on his face. It was as if all his confidence had been completely shattered, leaving him with very little. The few emotions he showed were reserved mostly for his brother and Taiwan. His determination for recovery hadn't died since he returned home, but determination only complimented for so much when almost every else was dead. Russia had all but literally killed him and, not that Prussia would admit it, but there times when he'd ask himself silently if he'd ever fully recover. Adler whined quietly from the edge of the bed, and Gilbert stretched forward, a weak look of delight crossing his features as the wolf sat on it's back legs, resting it's upper body across the bed to allow Prussia easier access to his head, despite the rules of 'No dogs on the bed!' that Germany was very stern with. His hand never left the dogs head as his gaze shifted to the wheelchair sitting innocently in the corner of the room, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his hand brushed gently over the bandage that still covered his right eye. For the most part, his minor wounds had healed. The bandages were finally off his arms and legs, and the bruises had faded. The only bandages left were the one's wrapped across his chest and eye, which had yet to gain back any form of vision at all, and still bled when exposed to open air. The wound on his chest was deep, and healing very slowly, much like the rest of his internal body. Most of his internal system had yet to gain back anything other than minimal function, and the Prussian could only be grateful his heart, lungs, and bladder had somehow managed to heal faster than the rest. His strength, however, was a different matter. The simplest of tasks drained him, and even sitting up left him wanting to lay back down and go back to sleep, but his stubbornness wouldn't allow that. There had been an incident where his will to move had won against his common sense and he'd barely made it to his door before passing out from exhaust, managing to reopen his chest wounds on the way. Needless to say, after that, to humor West he'd tried to behave, if only a little. With another heavy sigh, he pulled his hand away from Adler's head, and, with a pained grunt of effort, managed to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and move himself into a sitting position. "...Fine, we'll do it your way. Bring the chair over and help me, won't you, West? I can't get in that totally unawesome thing on my own. It's annoying--And Adler is coming with us! I won't back up there! Just be happy I'm not demanding Frederick come!" Frederick, the large black eagle named after his favourite beloved leader who was like a father, grandfather, and dear friend to him all in one, was a quiet animal. He kept to himself and only allowed Gilbert and Ludwig to touch him without attempting to take the hand off of anyone else who tried (unless urged by Gilbert to allow contact) and, despite his lack of hostility towards the blond German, Prussia was sure the bird rubbed his brother the wrong way. "Just hurry up! I can't standing being in this room anymore..." |
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| Formidonis | Sep 12 2009, 04:21 PM Post #17 |
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“Of course, East. Of course.” Ludwig said with a small smile. As he turned away to get the wheelchair, he had to shake his head. As much as his brother's fierce determination could occasionally frustrate him, it never failed to cheer him. There weren't many who could have survived what Prussia had been through, and that was simply focusing on the physical trials, let alone the emotional trauma that had come with it. In complete honesty, Germany didn't think he could have survived it. That was no false modesty on his part, either. He knew that he was stronger than most, and he had been through many times of turmoil. He had been quite literally born into war, and he and his nation had survived and even thrived after the two worst conflicts that humanity had ever known. But he couldn't have done what his brother had done. He couldn't have surrendered himself into the embrace, literal and figurative, of a madman. It took a certain kind of person, to be able to do that. He could have fought for his brother, he had and would again. He could, if needed, die for his brother, and would have been well-pleased to do so. But to go, willingly, and endure what his brother had endured... no. He didn't think he could. He would have died a long time ago. To continue living, to continue hoping, long after any right to hope was gone... he didn't have that in him. That strange combination of will-power, optimism, determination, sheer bloody mindedness and out and out toughness, was Gilbert's, and Gilbert's alone. He hoped that would be enough. It had to be enough. Still, it hadn't been without it's costs. As he looked back at his brother, Germany saw the expression which crossed Gilbert's features far too often when he thought that no-one was watching him. Blankness. An incapacity, no, an inability to care. He brothers eyes had lost there lustre. East had always been so strong... so cheerful in victory, so defiant in defeat. He had always been so confident, so righteous. It had always seemed to Ludwig, then when his brother died, and he went to Heaven, the first thing he would have said to God would be “Okay, here's where you went wrong- when you next make a universe, check with me first.”and the thing was, he would have meant it. Now though, sometimes, he wondered whether his brother's fire would ever come back. He wondered how much his brother really, truly, wanted to carry on. And that, more than anything else he had ever known, scared him. Germany returned to Gilbert, wheelchair in tow. Not many people who knew Germany would have described him as a gentle man. He would have surprised them now. He lifted his brother, to Gilbert's somewhat obvious frustration, as though he was made of fine china. He gritted his teeth. As much as his brother might not like to think of it that way, the truth was, he was fragile right now. And if his brother didn't like being treated delicately, well, he would just have to lump it. He placed him in the chair. “Are you quite secure, bruder?” He manoeuvred them out into the hallway. Fortunately, his house had an old, but spacious, service elevator that could, with a squeeze, fit all three of them (Ludwig, Gilbert, and the stupid wolf,) inside. It wasn't long before, they were outside. Germany took a deep breath. Berlin was whole again. And changing. Now that his people were one, the country as a whole was healing too. It was a good time to be in Germany, the promise of a bright new future stretched out before them. Or at least it would, once this week was past... if they made it through this week, that was... … he frowned. No. He wouldn't think about that. Not now, not yet. He forced a small smile to his face, and begin to speak. “So. East. Where would you like to go?” |
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| FortunesRevolver | Sep 12 2009, 10:35 PM Post #18 |
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"...M'fine..." Prussia mumbled, giving Germany a slightly exasperated look. He wouldn't admit it, nor would he show it, but he did enjoy the attention he got from his brother. Knowing that the younger cared so much meant the world to Gilbert, and it was in that (along with the occasional visits from Taiwan) that kept the albino from giving up completely (as there were times when his nightmares and pains would get so bad that he truly wanted to--That it seemed easier that way. Still, for the sake of his little brother and dear friend, he kept fighting (he fought for Adler as well, God knows what Germany might do to the poor wolf if he died.) When they were finally outside, Prussia felt himself release a breathe he didn't realize he'd been holding. It felt so nice to be outside again (even if he couldn't move around on his own.) A soft chirping broke the silence as three small yellow puffs of feather darted out form under a bush and up Prussia's legs, chest, and arms, before nestling themselves down--One on each shoulder, the third on his head. "It's a bit cold out..." The albino mumbled, his eyes moving dully down the road, absently reaching up to stroke the chicks in turn with a single, pale finger. "Ah... I don't care, West. Wherever you want to go. I'm just glad to be outside." |
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| Formidonis | Sep 14 2009, 02:39 PM Post #19 |
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Germany nodded, quietly relieved. He'd felt he had to give his brother the opportunity to suggest where they went, but that had worked out even better than he had expected. With just a little luck, he'd be able to avoid any unpleasantness. “Okay East. I will choose. But you must let me know the very instant you begin feeling tired.” Prussia gave him a “Look” and Ludwig stopped fussing. For now. The weather was just a little chill, so he took off his coat, and laid it across his brothers legs. With that, they began to walk. And within a few minutes, Ludwig began to relax. He shouldn't have worried so much. It was overcast, but only slightly, and pushing the chair warmed him up nicely. They went through the park, and through the plaza, and the day was going well. They talked only occasionally, in Gilbert's case, he suspected, due more to being more tired then he wanted to admit, but still had a good time. East was obviously so happy to be outside, seeing the city he had last truly seen so long ago, that it made everything seem that much sweeter to Germany. Indeed, he was in such a good mood, he even found Adler only mildly annoying, as opposed to his usual frustrated opinion that East's wolf was a waste of good fur. No, as they walked through the (carefully selected) streets of Berlin, the sounds of new industry and rebuilding everywhere, of their city being reborn, it was quite easy to forget the past, in the promise of a brighter tomorrow. . And then, with one simple mistake, it was all ruined. They had turned a corner, and would be walking towards and the past the Schloss Charlottenburg, usually one of the most beautiful palaces in the whole city. But not today. Germany closed his eyes. “Those Dummkopfs.” He thought, in shock and horror. He'd told them not to begin decorating the palace until tomorrow. This, this was a disaster. But as much as he wished it might be otherwise, there it was. The palace of princes, all festooned and decorated in Russian regalia. The worst part of all was the huge garish banner they had hung over the entrance. He stared at it, ashamed and appalled, all at once. “Germany welcomes The Soviet Union!” It screamed to the world, in letters ten foot high. It featured his flag and Russia's, intertwined, as though anything could have been less likely or more inappropriate. He hated diplomacy most of the time. Today, he hated it even more. “...I'm sorry East.” Ludwig said, eventually, when he found his voice. He looked down at the floor. “I should have told you.” He went on, as quickly as he could. Might as well let it all out now. “America, Russia and I are having a summit here, tomorrow. It's very important. It could determine the fate of many nations, maybe the world. And Russia insisted it had to be held here. In Berlin.” He continued on, not knowing if he'd be able to start speaking again, if he stopped “We agreed to give him the palace to host his delegation. It's important this meeting goes well…There was very little I could do. You must believe me, I didn't want it to be here, I don't want to go to the summit, but, it was made clear to me that the fate of the Eastern-European nations depends on Russia's good will. And... I don't want anyone else to feel as I felt, when I thought I had lost you.” |
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| FortunesRevolver | Sep 14 2009, 04:03 PM Post #20 |
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"I'm surprised you didn't wheel me right back into the house... Yeah, yeah... I'll be a good boy and let you know when I need my nap." Prussia mumbled, his tired crimson gaze shifting over the various buildings and streets. I've never seen Germany this messy... West normally tries to keep it so orderly and well-kept. ...Heh. I never did want him to get involved with wars he couldn't win. I wanted... him to be the strongest, the best. I wanted... only the good side of life for him. He was supposed to be even stronger than me... Looks like that last bit happened at the very least. Gilbert honestly couldn't remember the last time the streets of Germany had looked so beautiful to him. Of course, after being stuck in Russia, anything would look beautiful, but his brother's country, his precious little brother's country, it looked like heaven on earth compared to where he'd been. It amazed the albino just how much he had missed the world around him that he'd known so well. He didn't know if he could last another experience like Russia, and he most certainly didn't think he'd last if he had to see... "schiße..." Prussia swore under his breathe, fatigue forgotten as he looked at the scene before him in horror. Just what the hell was going on? How could his brother had betrayed him like this? How could Germany even consider... "Ha..." he laughed dry, shaking his head. "Of course the bastard would demand it be held here. He's a sick, twisted excuse for a nation, and he's just trying to get under everyone's skin." Dammit, he's planning something beyond this stupid excuse for a summit. He knows West won't avoid the meeting, and he knows I'll be... left alone. He wants me to feel weak and defenseless. Dammit! He's screwing with me even after my release-! "Save it, West..." Prussia muttered. He didn't want excuses or explanations. "Your country... do as you please. It isn't my choice who you allow or don't allow past your borders... Just get me the hell out of here." I don't want to see anything related to that bastard... "I don't want anyone else to feel as I felt, when I thought I had lost you.” The last line had been the single string that kept him from losing his temper. He sighed softly, shaking his head. He knew Germany hadn't been against him in this choice. He was thinking of the better for. For his people, for the world's people... "...Please can we get out of here, West?" Gilbert asked quietly, raising his blood-red gaze to meet his brother's. "I... can't see this stuff right now." |
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