Chains Part 17
As his current boss talked to him, Germany got paler and paler. He slid down the wall, shaking. His heart thumped a staccato beat and his breath came in short pants. Blackness began to bleed into his vision and the phone dropped from his limp fingers. The world around him spun and he put his head down.
I need to get out of here.
He took a deep breath and looked around the hallway. Thankfully, it was empty and he gets outside the building without encountering anyone. Above him, dark clouds were gathering in the sky and he could hear a faint rumble coming from the east. The air was getting colder and the trees were rustling angrily.
He is halfway home before the rain starts.
The sky was light up with flashes of lightning and the thunder had become a constant boom. Germany stopped and watched the water run down the street and the street lamps shake and rattle. The rain lashed agains the trees and they creaked. One of the branches crashed beside him. Germany didn't notice. His mind was a mess. His boss's phone call had just made it worse.
He supposed that his brother or Denmark - the man didn't know when enough was enough - would be looking for him. He didn't want to face anyone right now. He took a deep breath and clutched loosely curled his fingers. The block in his chest made it hard to breathe and something in his stomach was curling itself into knots. The rain soaked his skin and he shuddered. It was one of the days where he did not want to feel every centimeter of himself, yet he did. He shuddered and sneezed; he'd been out in the rain for too long.
"Germany!" He heard Denmark's voice and groaned, letting his head flop into his hands. "What the hell are you doing out here?" Denmark asked, panting slightly.
"Can't you leave me alone for once." Germany snapped, suddenly angry. Denmark stepped back in surprise.
"I'm just trying t'a," he started.
"Following me around is not helping." Germany started walking away from him. Denmark huried up to him and caught his arm. Germany whirled around and punched him. Denmark staggered back and wiped his mouth. His hand came away bloody.
"What was that for?" he yelled.
Germany shook out his fist. "Stop trying to help me! You aren't helping."
Denmark dropped his hand."I just," he started. Abruptly, Germany's anger gave way to exhaustion. He felt drained and wanted nothing more to go home, curl up on the couch and listen to Prussia sing drunken songs all night long.
"Just stop." he sighed. Denmark opened his mouth to say something and Germany held up a hand. "None of this is working. The whole world knows now. My former boss just- I need-" he sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Just stop ok." he turned his back on him and walked away, leaving Denmark to stand there, mouth open.
The storm continued.
By the time he recovered enough to chase after him, Germany is nearly out of sight. Denmark skidded to a stop in front of him, water rushing up in an arc from his shoes.
"What the hell was that about?" he growled, wiping away water and a bit of blood. Germany sighed and looked away.
"Sorry about punching you."
Denmark laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry 'bout it. Nor says I need a good punch once in a while." Germany managed a faint smile at that and Denmark's grin grew wider.
"So," he slung an arm around Germany's shoulders; Germany flinched. Denmark
removed it and pointed to a nearby bench instead. "Let's sit down," he suggested.
Germany raised an eyebrow. "It's raining."
"Ok, we can stand." Then, his tone turned serious. "What happened back there? In the meeting I mean. You looked like you were handling it well."
Germany sighed and wondered how much to tell him. Denmark had been handling the entire situation rather well-although Norway probably had a large part in that- and would , hopefully, continue to handle it well. Anyway, he knew the entire story already, so telling him a bit more wouldn't hurt-probably. Germany took a deep breath and began.
Why do I think I'm going to regret this?
Sorry about all of the space. Lj's being weird for me.