Keep on Moving [CLOSED]

[notexcalibur]

Characters: England, Roy Mustang, Spain, Prussia, Winry Rockbell
Where: Death City Heights lobby, over to Casualty Communal 1I
Rating: PG (for now)
Time: Friday, July 16, morning
Description: After arriving in Death City, Spain's first goals are to check up on Prussia and the Italies. Of course, he has no idea as to where his friends are! Out of

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watch hetalia; ignore my fail. again.

[seizeyoursouls]

When Prussia saw the bottle offered to him, he quickly snatched it up. Life was suddenly right again....

"I'm a generous guy so I guess I can share this time." Even though Prussia was smiling, his eyes were saying something else. They were daring the others to say what they needed to say. Questions? Pff, he was ready for them. He was not afraid to answer. It was obvious that England was extremely discontent and Spain was troubled by what he was seeing. So if they wanted to say something now, they could.

Especially since he now had beer. Delicious, cold, foamy German beer...

lolol. <3

[pedomato]

"Of course," Spain ignored Prussia for a moment, reaching in to get another. He offered it to Roy, and only then did he pay attention to him. He saw the look in his eyes, and recognized what it was immediately. A challenge of sorts, that Spain knew he had to accept. That was what he'd come for, after all. He wanted to know what'd happened to his old ally, and wanted to give him some company while he heard the story.

For a second, he simply looked at Prussia.

And then he decided to take the dare. "You have your beer now. Will I get my story about what happened, Prusia?"

Okay Miku told me.

[seizeyoursouls]

"Right. I promised I'd tell you, didn't I?" Prussia sat up, preparing himself to retell the story. Although the tale brought back bad memories, he loved talking about himself. Not only that, but it was a tough experience that gave him a boost of pride, and also, a reminder of how strong his partner really was.

"This place is a desert, right? There was suddenly a huge sandstorm! West headed this operation to look around to see if anyone had ended up in the mess, or something like that. He placed volunteers into teams, but England and I were rebels so, of course, we went out on our own!" He laughed at this, amazed at their mischievousness. "At first, it was just a pain in the ass. There was fucking sand everywhere, and we couldn't see a thing. Of course, I wasn't scared or anything like that, but it was still annoying. And then, we saw something."

Poofing now. XD

[thewarisover]

Roy quietly listened to the beginning of Prussia's story as he stood up, in a wordless bid to excuse himself. A beer sounded good at the moment...

...And he could listen in from a distance, if he needed to. They probably wanted their space.

Patchy the Emo Pirate.

[pedomato]

"You did." Spain sent Roy a brief glance again as he excused himself, though returned his attention back to Prussia as he began his story. He set the case of beer down on the floor next to the bed carefully, pulling up a chair so he could settle in to listen to the tale behind the Germanic nation's injuries, and what he assumed was the cause of England's melancholy.

Reaching down, he selected a bottle for himself, holding it between his knees and rolling it back and forth with his palms. "Battles in deserts are difficult," he mused, thinking back to his own experiences, "Though a sandstorm..."

He fell into silence at that point, brow furrowing briefly as he undid the bottle cap of his beer. German beer wasn't his absolute favorite, but it was lightyears away from being bad as American. Ah, that had to be one of the monsters. "What were they called..? Kishin?"

And for a second, as he lifted the bottle to his lips, Spain looked England's way.

[notexcalibur]

England was still doing his best to keep out of the conversation. He was even a little relieved to know that Roy was moving elsewhere so that he wouldn't have to hear about his failure. Though, when Prussia paused, and Spain took over, England raised his head again. And Spain was looking right at him. He swallowed hard.

"Y... Yes. A Kishin Egg is the proper term," he said as he did his best to not avert his gaze. "But it doesn't look like an egg at all. It was a huge monster. It told us it was after our souls."

[seizeyoursouls]

"Souls! That monster was so obsessed with our souls, slashing at it practically did nothing. That thing? Big, strong, and surprisingly fast. It didn't seem any of our attacks would stop it. Though, I got a GREAT attack in. That bastard howled! I didn't plan for it to get up after that." He smirked, remembering that great moment. However, that expression quickly turned sour. There weren't many moments where Prussia showed such a solemn expression to others. "However, it did."

At that, he took another gulp before he continued. "That was when it happened. I was pinned by the bastard, unable to move, and then I felt my whole body shake in immense pain. It took me a moment to realize it was because my arm had been chewed off. Even now, I can only remember fuzzy details. The only thing that sticks out was how much everything had hurt."

He let out a loud sigh, and shook his head as if trying to erase that particular memory.

[pedomato]

It was strange, seeing the other two nations in the state they were in. Spain narrowed his eyes a little, the humor he'd carried with him for years (and years, and years) fading away completely as he took in the story, and their reactions to the retelling. He kept the bottle close to his mouth as he considered it, looked from England back to Prussia.

Back to the metallic gleam that had replaced pale flesh.

They had been through an innumerable amount of battles, whether by themselves or as allies or even enemies. But not once had he ever thought that he would see an injury worse than the scars that they carried. At least then they'd never lost a limb, never been through something like that.

As if giving Prussia a moment to let the memory fade--though he doubted he would ever forget it, with that new arm as a constant reminder--Spain turned his attention back to England. Except this time, his expression was a little lighter than the frown that he'd sent his way before. "So Inglaterra took over the fight after that."

[notexcalibur]

This conversation was making him feel worse and worse, especially when he heard Prussia continue the story. England dropped his head into his hand before Spain looked at him again. It really tore him up inside.

"I... did." He had been filled with such anger, such guilt when that had happened to Prussia. "I tore that motherfucker to bits..."

[seizeyoursouls]

"He did." He sighed, glancing over to make sure Winry wasn't listening in and lowered his voice to reply. "If you tell anyone that England practically saved my life in that battle...seriously, though, this old guy can still kick ass! That's why he's my partner. We're tough bastards."

There was no hint of malice or regret. Prussia honestly believed that his skin was spared because England was there to defeat that creature for him though he'd never admit it to anyone else.

[pedomato]

Spain was silent for a long time, simply looking at the two of them again.

Then, in a lowered voice much like Prussia's, he said, "You are."

Even with the bad blood between then, he couldn't help but feel a pang at seeing England like... Well, like he was. In the past, he could remember times where he'd wanted to see the other nation in a similar state, but now. Now it was just painful, even for Spain.

Another pause, and a frown that reached his eyes, furrowed his eyebrows together. Difficult as it was for him to say it, it had to be said. "You both are."

[notexcalibur]

Slowly, England raised his head so that he could look at the other two countries. He did not know how to respond to what they'd said, nor did he even want to try. Were they pitying him? He wouldn't have been surprised. On the other hand, they seemed very solemn. It was rare to see either Prussia or Spain with such an expression.

He began moving over to Prussia's bedside now, since he'd been trying so hard to stay away from him. And he reached for a beer.

[seizeyoursouls]

"Ah!" England finally reached for a beer. Not only that, he finally scooched himself in. Prussia grinned and tapped his own can lightly against his head. "I knew you would want one in the long run! You're lucky I saved you one, kesesese!"

He hoped England's expression would eventually change.

[pedomato]

Spain rolled his eyes, though there was a slight quirk at the corner of his mouth. "Sí, mucha suerte."

And without another word on that matter, he used a foot to nudge the beer case closer to England while he took another drink from his own. His silence was enough of a promise to Prussia's half-threat about England saving him.

After a moment of thinking it over, though, he tilted his head. "Everyone's been here for different times, though knowing you," he was not specific about which of them he was referring to, if he was even talking to just one of them, "I'm pretty sure plenty happened before that fight."

[notexcalibur]

England retrieved a beer and opened it without saying a word to either of them. He wanted to know who and what Spain was referring to. But he felt too ashamed to ask. The beer was nice and cold, so he just decided to focus on that.

[seizeyoursouls]

"Drink it fast! It's the way to drink!" He took his own and downed it in one go. "A lot did happen. A lot of experiences I can't forget."

For a second Prussia paused, thinking about what he had just said. He decided he needed to tack on a little extra. "And really, I don't want to forget."