Fünfundzwanzig [Action]

[reluctantnanny]

[Ever since the flood of distressed and appalled calls began Christmas morning, Germany threw aside the psychological warfare he found under the Christmas tree at his own home and took to the streets, checking in on many of his friends in person. One of them hadn't answered their phone when he'd picked up their public call

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i had to okay also assuming that the porn wasn't thrown away

[kleinefurstin]

[

she has no words for what she has found]

YEAH HE PRETTY MUCH JUST TOSSED IT SOMEWHERE

[reluctantnanny]

[Back home for meals in between all the running around. Is slightly burnt at the edges, but seems all right overall.]

...? Did you receive a strange gift from Mayfield's Santa as well, Liechtenstein? Your face looks like you've seen a phantom.

[kleinefurstin]

[now alternating between the horror of 'Germany has grown up into a pervert I knew he shouldn't have been given to Prussia' and 'b-burnt what a waste] I--I can take up the preparation of the food, if you would like.

[reluctantnanny]

[Should've specified-- Germany is the one slightly burnt at the edges, but seems all right overall. The food does, actually, share these characteristics, it just so happens!]

Ah-- My apologies. I'm so distracted, with all these strange "Christmas gifts" being revealed everywhere. Use the kitchen if you wish, just remember to clean up after any messes, if you would, please.

[withsparkles]

I doubt that there is a proper judical system in this place.

[reluctantnanny]

Perhaps not, but I know some of the people in the police force here, and they can be trusted.

[armywithcountry]

[Whenever Germany gets back to his house, he'll probably notice the unfamiliar car parked haphazardly in the middle of his lawn, its passenger door torn off. There's a blood trail in the snow leading from the driver's side of the car to a body collapsed against his front door. On closer inspection, said body reveals itself to be Prussia, eyes closed, skin even paler than usual, nearly every inch of him soaked in blood . . . and judging by the slowly increasing scarlet puddle he's sitting in, some of it's his.]

[1/2]

[reluctantnanny]

. . .

[The car, he can't tell whose it is. The form on his front porch... Rushing forward, Germany ignores how familiar the hair looks, many other people have silver hair in Mayfield. Many others. This is just another unfortunate victim to--]

Bru... Bruder. BRUDER, OY! BRUDER! BRUDER, NO, H-HANG IN THERE, OY!! BRUDER, CAN YOU HEAR ME?! BRUDER! [Panicked wailing as he stumbles and collapses to his knees next to Prussia, pulling him up and looking into his face. How long has he been here. Whose blood is that. Where had he been.]

[2/2]

[reluctantnanny]

[He sees the blood pooling. He shuts up, though it takes biting hard into his lip, as he searches for the wound. He needs to wrap it before he moves him inside. He needs to keep the blood from coming out. He needs to keep the blood inside him.]

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[armywithcountry]

[The open wounds are easy enough to find, even under all the blood. Four long, deep gouges decorate Prussia's back, looking almost like knife marks, except jagged. His right foot's also a bloody mess, the ankle completely clawed up. It says something about the shape he's in that he manages to stay unconscious through all the shouting. It's not until Germany touches him that red eyes snap open, one hand instantly bringing up a gun to point at his forehead, the other tightening around the hilt of the sword that he's yet to let go. There's a brief moment of dizzy disorientation as he tries to get his bearings, before stark relief shows up on his face.]

Germany. Thank fucking god. [The gun clatters to the ground as Prussia clumsily pats his brother down, looking for injuries.] You okay? Town try to pull any shit on you? Where the hell have you been?