Pain's Universe Part 12
For several, long and terrifying, moments, Prussia didn't move or speak. Then with a swift movement he got up from his chair and started to walk out of the kitchen. England grabbed his arm. Prussia tried to shake him off, but England tightened his grip.
"Where the bloody hell are you going?"
"Get your hand off me." Prussia said in a tone that would make even Russia cower.
"Not until I'm sure you aren't going to do anything stupid."
"You want to go confront your brother don't you." Norway stated. England had just enough time to wonder why Norway seemed to be the only insightful one, before his hand was forcibly pried off and he was thrown to the ground. Quickly, Norway moved to stand in front of Prussia with his arms outstretched.
"Calm down!" he ordered, sharply.
"Get out of my way." Prussia took a step forward. Norway tensed, but didn't move.
"I said move!" Prussia shoved him aside and continued down the hallway. England helped Norway up. Norway winced as he rose, rubbing his shoulder. Together, they headed towards the front door. When they got there, the door was open and Prussia was just stepping out.
"You'll scare him if you confront him like this." Norway yelled, once they were in sight. Prussia stopped. "You want to answers right?"
Prussia shook his head. "I don't need answers. He's a blennus!"
Norway took a step forward. "You want to know why right?" Prussia stilled. Encouraged, Norway continued. "You want to know the reason he did it. You want to understand...you won't be able to, if you show up angry." Prussia seemed to be considering it. For a brief moment, Norway wondered if he had actually gotten through to him, but that was soon shattered when Prussia started moving for the door again.
"Oh, no you don't!" England tackled him to the ground.
"The hell? Is America rubbing off on you or something?" England dug his heels into the floor and sat on Prussia's chest.
"Shut up and listen." England said in a tone that reminded Prussia of exactly why he used to rule the seas. Prussia growled at him and tried to throw him off.
"I don't have to listen to you!"
"Stop it you scallywag! We're trying to help you!" Prussia twisted against him, yelling obscenities in Latin. England frowned and abruptly got off of him. "What's that ringing." Prussia blinked and patted his jeans. He found his cell and pulled it out. Germany was calling him. Prussia stared at it for a full minute-long enough for the call to go to voicemail.
"Err...ja, hallo bruder. It's me….could you come home? I need to talk to you; it's important. You're going to be very mad at me..." Germany's voice sounded breathless and the last line cut off with a sharp gasp.
Prussia felt his anger freeze. It hadn't vanished; it had been merely regulated to 'later'. His brother had sounded so much in pain. Prussia couldn't be angry at him right now.
He had to get home.
"Where the bloody hell are you going?"
"Get your hand off me." Prussia said in a tone that would make even Russia cower.
"Not until I'm sure you aren't going to do anything stupid."
"You want to go confront your brother don't you." Norway stated. England had just enough time to wonder why Norway seemed to be the only insightful one, before his hand was forcibly pried off and he was thrown to the ground. Quickly, Norway moved to stand in front of Prussia with his arms outstretched.
"Calm down!" he ordered, sharply.
"Get out of my way." Prussia took a step forward. Norway tensed, but didn't move.
"I said move!" Prussia shoved him aside and continued down the hallway. England helped Norway up. Norway winced as he rose, rubbing his shoulder. Together, they headed towards the front door. When they got there, the door was open and Prussia was just stepping out.
"You'll scare him if you confront him like this." Norway yelled, once they were in sight. Prussia stopped. "You want to answers right?"
Prussia shook his head. "I don't need answers. He's a blennus!"
Norway took a step forward. "You want to know why right?" Prussia stilled. Encouraged, Norway continued. "You want to know the reason he did it. You want to understand...you won't be able to, if you show up angry." Prussia seemed to be considering it. For a brief moment, Norway wondered if he had actually gotten through to him, but that was soon shattered when Prussia started moving for the door again.
"Oh, no you don't!" England tackled him to the ground.
"The hell? Is America rubbing off on you or something?" England dug his heels into the floor and sat on Prussia's chest.
"Shut up and listen." England said in a tone that reminded Prussia of exactly why he used to rule the seas. Prussia growled at him and tried to throw him off.
"I don't have to listen to you!"
"Stop it you scallywag! We're trying to help you!" Prussia twisted against him, yelling obscenities in Latin. England frowned and abruptly got off of him. "What's that ringing." Prussia blinked and patted his jeans. He found his cell and pulled it out. Germany was calling him. Prussia stared at it for a full minute-long enough for the call to go to voicemail.
"Err...ja, hallo bruder. It's me….could you come home? I need to talk to you; it's important. You're going to be very mad at me..." Germany's voice sounded breathless and the last line cut off with a sharp gasp.
Prussia felt his anger freeze. It hadn't vanished; it had been merely regulated to 'later'. His brother had sounded so much in pain. Prussia couldn't be angry at him right now.
He had to get home.