Like Two Ships Passing Each Other in the Night [CLOSED]

[notexcalibur]

Characters: Prussia, England
Where: DCH building 1, apartment 1B (Prussia's + England's suite)
Rating: PG13, rating subject to change
Time: Wednesday, September 1, late evening
Description: After much prodding from America, Prussia decides it is time to sit down and have a long talk with England, since they haven't had a fubin heart-to-heart in a

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[seizeyoursouls]

There wouldn't be sleep tonight, unfortunately for England. Prussia came home that night from the clinic with a mission in mind. He slammed the front door open and stomped right in. There was no stopping him. "OI, ENGLAND."

That whole chat with America didn't do much for Prussia, to be honest. The two countries went babbling on, and while it seemed like they were on the same page, it turned out they were talking about two completely separate things. That bugged him to no end when he found out. What a waste of time! However, it wasn't a COMPLETE waste. America suggested he talk to England, and boy, Prussia was going to talk. Besides, they needed to have a good conversation. There was no way they would be able to continue on like this without a discussion.

This time, no shortcuts. No detours. He was going to go straight to the heart of the problem...whatever that problem was. He was pretty sure America didn't really tell him much about that. Well, whatever. He'd hear it from England's mouth, soon enough.

[notexcalibur]

England was jolted out of his sleep. It took him a few moments to regain his bearings (as well as slow down his heart rate) before he finally pushed himself up to a sitting position. Ah, he'd fallen asleep on the couch. How uncouth. He scolded himself silently.

Had he been more awake, England would have paid attention to the way Prussia addressed him. After all, they usually called each other by their human names now. This would have concerned England if he'd had time to think about it. But it was also true that they were not as close to each other anymore. At least, not in England's eyes.

"Oh. What time is it," he asked groggily. The apartment was completely dark, save for light coming in from the outside. Must have been late.

[seizeyoursouls]

"9:30. 10:00. Something like that." Prussia shrugged, making his way towards the kitchen. He had a feeling he was going to need coffee for this. Setting the kettle onto the stovetop, he called out to his partner from where he was standing. "Sorry to wake you up, but I had to."

Although Prussia wasn't experiencing fear, he could feel the pressure. There was no way that this topic wouldn't cover very heavy subjects that had been suppressed for quite a while, but they were going to have to surface whether England, or himself, liked it or not. "We need to talk, and the sooner, the better. Do you want anything by the way?"

[notexcalibur]

So it really was that late already? England rubbed his eyes again as the kitchen light was turned on. Prussia was working really hard, helping all those people at the clinic. It reminded him of something from long, long ago. Some memory. But he decided to push that to the back of his mind for now. The tone his partner was using worried him.

"You're not sorry at all," he said, choosing to ignore the second half of Prussia's words. No, he didn't want anything, unless it was the option of being able to leave immediately. England knew there were few things that would make Prussia speak with such severity. He wasn't usually so formal.