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Characters: bulletcarnage, nebensonne and seizeyoursouls
Location: Room 1L, Casualty Communal.
Rating: Giovanni and Heine in the same room? I'm going for R as a starter
Time: September 21st [Backdated]
Description: After Prussia is lured into Giovanni's company and ends up in a very bad way, Heine hears from Germany that the idiot is missing. After a brief back and forth, Heine is clued in to who may be to blame for Prussia's disappearance. While Heine is heading out in search of Prussia (who is convinced at this point will be in the company of Giovanni) he has a chance encounter with Kuroro who is all too happy to point Heine in the direction of Giovanni's apartment. This is what Heine gets for ignoring his dear brother...
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Heine knew what this was. It may not have been clear to start with, but the more he and Germany spoke the more the message was very clear to him: This is what you get. This is your fault. You brushed me off too much, now look at what happened.
It wasn't nervous paranoia for Heine, his life outside of the underground had been a constant string of glancing over his shoulder and always being ready to snap. It was just instinct, not paranoia. And he knew Giovanni, but most importantly he knew when Giovanni was baiting him.
But why Prussia? How did he know? How had he picked up on Heine's connection to the German countries?
Idiot. Giovanni wasn't some unsophisticated idiot. He was methodical and careful, he had patience and motivation. Trailing the network alone would have likely given him a hint, but there had to be more. Heine wasn't exactly friendly when he spoke on the network. There had to be something else...
It could wait.
There was a kind of wicked adrenaline whirling through him as Heine tore through the streets back toward the Casualty Communal. Heine hadn't been back there in just over three weeks, not since August 30th.
Baited by the idiot being in danger (and knowing Giovanni he was in danger) to come out of hiding, out of his sulk for the loss of his partner. It raised the fury up his spine, unfurling upwards in white-hot lashes in an all too familiar way. It howled and paced and scratched, that madness that Giovanni tapped into so sickeningly well. The madness that pulled Heine's lips over his teeth in a wide, unwitting smile.
He's right, you know: It's been too fucking long. Lazy coward. Life too cushy to risk fucking it all up?
Heine stopped outside room 1L, two doors down from the room that was supposed to be his own, and heaved deeply after his sprint. It was the quiet before the storm, that moment of silence between the match spark hitting the gasoline. It was a moment that made his insides shake even if his body was still, head down and shoulders up in preparation to strike.
To save Prussia, or to fight Giovanni? What was the priority? Why couldn't it be both? No-one had to know about his anticipation, how he was cheated out of finishing it last time...
He's not here this time. He won't stop it. You can do whatever the hell you want this time because your leash has fucked off.
"Shut up," Heine muttered under his heated breathes and through the smile he couldn't wipe off his face as he drew his right arm up to let the flesh swirl and transform into the sleek, dangerous length of his partial-weapon form. Guns were flashier, but this was more personal.
He drove the blade between the doorframe and the lock, giving a sharp twist of his wrist to snap the metal apart like snapping the bone and tendons in someone's neck before planting a swift, heavy kick to the main body of the door to send it swinging open effortlessly as he sauntered in with a cock-sure look on his face.
"Getting this starved for attention, Goivanni?" He commented casually as he stepped quickly into the room, trying, and managing, not to be effected by the sorry state Prussia was in and instead lock his eyes directly onto Giovanni.
His pace didn't even slow for a second as he made very quick work of crossing the room straight toward the blonde. He was on the offensive and his first direct swipe toward Giovanni likely showed the cracks surfacing in his mask of self-control.
"Did you wait long?"
Giovanni wasn't an idiot; This was exactly what he wanted, likely saw every move that Heine made coming a mile away. Fuck it. Why not indulge them both for a little while?
Location: Room 1L, Casualty Communal.
Rating: Giovanni and Heine in the same room? I'm going for R as a starter
Time: September 21st [Backdated]
Description: After Prussia is lured into Giovanni's company and ends up in a very bad way, Heine hears from Germany that the idiot is missing. After a brief back and forth, Heine is clued in to who may be to blame for Prussia's disappearance. While Heine is heading out in search of Prussia (who is convinced at this point will be in the company of Giovanni) he has a chance encounter with Kuroro who is all too happy to point Heine in the direction of Giovanni's apartment. This is what Heine gets for ignoring his dear brother...
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Heine knew what this was. It may not have been clear to start with, but the more he and Germany spoke the more the message was very clear to him: This is what you get. This is your fault. You brushed me off too much, now look at what happened.
It wasn't nervous paranoia for Heine, his life outside of the underground had been a constant string of glancing over his shoulder and always being ready to snap. It was just instinct, not paranoia. And he knew Giovanni, but most importantly he knew when Giovanni was baiting him.
But why Prussia? How did he know? How had he picked up on Heine's connection to the German countries?
Idiot. Giovanni wasn't some unsophisticated idiot. He was methodical and careful, he had patience and motivation. Trailing the network alone would have likely given him a hint, but there had to be more. Heine wasn't exactly friendly when he spoke on the network. There had to be something else...
It could wait.
There was a kind of wicked adrenaline whirling through him as Heine tore through the streets back toward the Casualty Communal. Heine hadn't been back there in just over three weeks, not since August 30th.
Baited by the idiot being in danger (and knowing Giovanni he was in danger) to come out of hiding, out of his sulk for the loss of his partner. It raised the fury up his spine, unfurling upwards in white-hot lashes in an all too familiar way. It howled and paced and scratched, that madness that Giovanni tapped into so sickeningly well. The madness that pulled Heine's lips over his teeth in a wide, unwitting smile.
He's right, you know: It's been too fucking long. Lazy coward. Life too cushy to risk fucking it all up?
Heine stopped outside room 1L, two doors down from the room that was supposed to be his own, and heaved deeply after his sprint. It was the quiet before the storm, that moment of silence between the match spark hitting the gasoline. It was a moment that made his insides shake even if his body was still, head down and shoulders up in preparation to strike.
To save Prussia, or to fight Giovanni? What was the priority? Why couldn't it be both? No-one had to know about his anticipation, how he was cheated out of finishing it last time...
He's not here this time. He won't stop it. You can do whatever the hell you want this time because your leash has fucked off.
"Shut up," Heine muttered under his heated breathes and through the smile he couldn't wipe off his face as he drew his right arm up to let the flesh swirl and transform into the sleek, dangerous length of his partial-weapon form. Guns were flashier, but this was more personal.
He drove the blade between the doorframe and the lock, giving a sharp twist of his wrist to snap the metal apart like snapping the bone and tendons in someone's neck before planting a swift, heavy kick to the main body of the door to send it swinging open effortlessly as he sauntered in with a cock-sure look on his face.
"Getting this starved for attention, Goivanni?" He commented casually as he stepped quickly into the room, trying, and managing, not to be effected by the sorry state Prussia was in and instead lock his eyes directly onto Giovanni.
His pace didn't even slow for a second as he made very quick work of crossing the room straight toward the blonde. He was on the offensive and his first direct swipe toward Giovanni likely showed the cracks surfacing in his mask of self-control.
"Did you wait long?"
Giovanni wasn't an idiot; This was exactly what he wanted, likely saw every move that Heine made coming a mile away. Fuck it. Why not indulge them both for a little while?