Frühling in Prussia

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(budget cuts? and you have to feel sorry for that Zetsu XD)

Could you IMAGINE if you got on a bus on a normal day and spotted these guys?

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America had been forced to go to Germany’s house by his boss. He would have been happy with just staying home and playing video games. He had even gotten a new game from Japan and was itching to play it. Yet, as a Nation he was bound by his duties to his country. Recently, he had gotten into financial trouble. His people were suffering and unemployment was high. America himself had not been eating well, rather giving his food to people who were begging on the streets. He could go long without food. He sighed as he looked at the landscape of Germany. It was lovely land. Simply lovely. Germany had sent him a text awhile ago. It said that he had work and that his brother Prussia was going to pick him up, due to him almost getting into a crash last time for driving on the wrong side of the road. He snicked at the memory. They were driving on the wrong side of the road. Touch down. Sharp jerk. Dock. He unbuckled his seat belt and headed for the door. Germany held the key to his people’s well being. It was Germany who could help him gain money to repay China. He sighed. This was going to be a headache.

Gilbert had planned to sleep in this morning. He had planned to wake up, have an early beer, and sit in front of the t.v. in his boxers till Ludwig got home. Instead, Ludwig rudely woke him up at six in the morning, and told him he had to go pick America up from the airport. Gilbert agreed to whatever the hell Ludwig wanted just because he was still half asleep. When the younger had gone to work, Gilbert had fallen back asleep and had forgotten all about Alfred at the airport. He was only reminded by a can of Coke-a-Cola he had in the fridge. By the time he had even gotten to the airport, he had almost hit an old lady, ran several red lights, and was still about an hour and a half late. On the bright side, he didn’t really have to pick through any crowds to find Alfred. He was surprised he was still even there rather than finding his own means of transportation to Germany’s house. And so, here Gilbert was, walking towards America, hoping he wasn’t too aggravated just for the sake that he didn’t need anything more to irritate the headache he was already battling.

Alfred sighed heavily and looked at the watch. According to him, it was 7:30 am. Where was Gilbert? Alfred face palmed. He forgot about the time zones! He snickered at his stupidity and reset the clock to 6:30. Okay, so he was a half hour late, no biggy. He walked over to a vender and bought a coke before sitting down playing on his game system. Japan was letting him test it out. He looked at his watch again. 6:31. Rolling his eyes he scanned the crowd. It took him no time to spot his former mentor. He seemed irritated. Alfred shrugged and decided not to piss him off. He remembered the harsh treatment he received for roasting a marshmallow on his bayonet. Packing his gaming system away he walked over to the annoyed Prussian with a goofy smile. “Dude, you’ll never guess what happened to me! I forgot about the time zones! Isn’t that funny or what?” he said chuckling.

“Yeah. Very funny. C’mon. The sooner we get back to West’s place, the sooner I can go back to bed.” Gilbert sighed before grabbing the American and tugging him along. Not only did he want to go back to bed, but he secretly didn’t like being in places with large crowds now a days. People stared at him a lot and it creeped him out a little. Then of course, you get that nice dosage of assholes here and there and it just made Gilbert really not like going out to places. Gilbert got in the car with Alfred, hesitated a moment, but then proceed to put on a pair of glasses before starting the car. He usually didn’t wear glasses but when he had gotten ready, he hadn’t put in his contacts. He though his glasses made him look really un-awesome, so he tried to wear them as little as possible. Unfortunately, the curse of his albino genes caused him to have vision problems. “So why are you here anyway?” He asked as he pulled back out onto the street.

Alfred looked curiously at Gilbert’s glasses. He never knew he had vision problem, much like himself. He looked away when Gilbert turned to him to ask his question. “My boss wants me to try and work for your brother. Pay off some of my Countries debts to China.” He sighed and looked out at the landscape. It hadn’t been too long since he was last here for a World meeting. He turned back to Gilbert who was looking at the road. He could tell Gilbert wanted to get home quickly. It was sad to see his former mentor, a man he had always looked up to even today, was slowly changing into something he wasn’t. People stared at him because he was an albino and some called him a demon and/or devil because of his red eyes. Alfred hated that. Hated when people spoke of others behind their backs. Much like the other Nations who called him fat, or made fun of his glasses and the fact that he was now “China’s bitch”. He hated it. And because of it had done things he wasn’t proud of. He looked to the long sleeved shirt he wore, gently rubbing his wrist feeling the bumps that were covered by the soft fabric. Things were getting difficult for him. Hopefully, Germany would help him.

Gilbert glanced over at Alfred for a moment before looking back to the road. “You know we’re still paying war reparations, right?” Thankfully, WWI was payed for a couple years back, but they still had that insane debt to pay to Israel. Gilbert didn’t want to say it, but if they helped America out at all, it wouldn’t be much if at all. While Gilbert would love to help America with his financial problems, he honestly thought that he and his brother needed to work on their own debt first. It was estimated that they wouldn’t be finished paying off their debt until 2034. It took them 92 years just to pay off for WW1 so he wasn’t surprised at the notion that it would probably take almost that same amount of time for WWII.

Alfred let out a heavy sigh. He had told his boss this. Had told him they owed money from the war. His boss just told him to shut up, that he was an immature kid with no idea of how the world worked. If it were anyone else, Alfred would have told them that he was over two hundred years old, young for a Nation and no where near China’s four thousand years, but it was his boss. “I know, my boss doesn’t listen to me, he thinks I’m an ignorant kid.” he looked out the window. It wasn’t long now until they were at Germany’s place. He knew it wouldn’t take him long to speak with Germany and get the signed report that Ludwig couldn’t help him. The next option was for him to go to Russia for help and he really didn’t want that. Ivan and him have never really gotten along. He refused to walk up to him, tail between his legs begging him for help. He didn’t want to give that damn commie the satisfaction. “Hey, Gilbert. Do you think I’m stupid?” he looked to him. “You know, for my debt and all.”

Gilbert parked the car in his brother’s driveway and leaned back in his seat after turning the off the ignition. He looked over at Alfred then. “I don’t think you’re stupid for it, but I do think that there are some things you should have done to prevent it.” He took his glasses off then and put them in his jacket pocket. He got out of the car then, waited for Alfred, and headed to the porch. He began unlocking the door, grateful to be home, before he continued. “You’re young and you still have a lot to learn, yet you’re doing well for such a young nation. Almost all of us has dealt with this sometime in our lives. Being in debt to another country is a pain but I guess you get used to it because it’s always gonna be there.”

Alfred nodded his head and pulled the bags into the house. He had stayed there many times, mainly after WWII for business and gain when he was asking Russia to destroy the Berlin wall and return Prussia to Germany. “Yeah I guess. England told me that he was in debt to France for years. He told me I was stupid for getting myself into this mess.” another sigh as he sat on the couch. He pushed Texas up and leaned his head back. “My bro Matthew is worried. He knows I haven’t been eating well and thinks the economy is going to get me sick like during the Great Depression.” He faked a smile. “Can you believe that? The Hero can’t get sick.” he said more to himself then to Gilbert.

Gilbert frowned as he listened to Alfred. This was really eating away at him. He walked into the kitchen for a moment and grabbed two beers. When he came back to the living room, he pushed one into Alfred’s hand. “It could get you sick. It probably will get you sick.” Gilbert plopped down next to the American on the couch. “No offense, but your economy is some serious shit right now.” Gilbert used the bottle opener that was on his key chain to pop the top off his beer before handing it off to Alfred.

He laughed. He knew this was true. Nations suffer as their people do. If the economy is shit then the nation gets sick. Alfred had already started to feel the first effects of the economic collapse. He was weak, and got frequent migraines. The old Prussian was right but what else could he do? He was going to do as much as he could for his country, for his people. “Yeah I know, I just don’t want it to get the best of me ya know?” He sipped his beer out of respect but in reality, what the others thought was Whiskey was really apple juice. He rested his head on his fist and smiled. “I know I’ll have to go to Russia for help. I can see it now, that damn smile on his face…” he narrowed his eyes in anger. “I swear I’ll smack it off his face!” The migraine starts. He gripped his head and shook it. “I don’t want to rely on him! I’ll never be able to escape him!” anger and frustration built in him as well as fear and sorrow. What was he going to do? What was he going to do? What could he do?

Gilbert leaned forward in his seat slightly. “Use him as a last resort. You have other friends, right?” Gilbert hoped so. It always seemed like Alfred was surrounded by friends. Gilbert didn’t want the younger to be like him. Stuck day after day in his brother’s house with nothing but a bird and two dogs for company. Gilbert always proclaimed he loved being alone and that he didn’t need anybody. He was the awesome Prussia! If only people could honestly hear the silent plea in those words. “What about England? Or japan? You’re brother maybe… Whatever his name is….” Gilbert understood America’s dislike of Russia, but you have to do what you have to do. Russia was a difficult guy to deal with, but Prussia could relate to him sometimes. The Slav was just lonely. Gil knew that even though Ivan would love to see America begging him for help, he would also be glad to help the younger just out of want of a potential friend. He and America used to be rather close. Especially with Ivan helping Alfred with his Civil War.

Alfred smiled. “Yeah, well my boss already drew up the paperwork for the proposal just in case.” He chugged a large gulp of the beer and narrowed his eyes. “England is bitching because of my situation. Canada has to deal with my people moving into his country, looking for work. Japan, I don’t want to bother him. He’s got to worry about rebuilding after the Tsunami.” He watched one of the large dogs walk over to the Prussian and nuzzle his hand. He sighed and sat back in the chair. “I really don’t have other friends. They all hate me because they think I’m stupid.”

Gilbert began petting the dog’s head before looking back over to Alfred, a serious expression on his face. “You’re not stupid. People are stupid for thinking that.” He countered. He leaned back and the Shephard suddenly jumped onto the couch, half laying on Prussia, half taking up the rest of the room on the couch, causing Gilbert to scooch over a little closer to the American at his side. “I’m sure we can help you out, Alfred. It might not be much, but we’ll do something for you.” Besides, Russia wouldn’t be able to help all that much either. His economy wasn’t the greatest either even though the Slav pretended otherwise.

Alfred shifted uncomfortably as Gilbert entered into his personal space. He could feel himself blushing and turned away. “I-I don’t want to trouble you guys but orders are orders.” he sipped the beer as he looked at the paining of Gilbert and little Ludwig. Gilbert had a serious look on his face and Ludwig looked emotionless. He began to feel a bit dizzy. Things spinning as he tried to stay up right. Was it the Alcohol? He shook his head. No, it was the effect of his economy mixed with alcohol. He turned to the Ruby eyes of his former mentor. A smile on his face. “You don’t think I’m stupid?” he laughed as he stood up only to sway to the side. “But I bet you think I’m a slut like Denmark does…” he looked down, saddened by that fact.

Gilbert suddenly barked out a laugh at that. “Do you even know how many threesomes that guy has been in after stumbling to Norway’s after a night at the bar? I don’t think you’re a slut.” The albino shook his head then before taking a sip of his beer. “To be honest, I don’t really pay attention to your sex escapades. All I know is that you fucked Russia a lot during the cold war.” Gilbert snickered. Everyone knew that much. Lots of sexual tension between the two. Nothing came of it. It was kind of like a dominance thing. Just a more personal part of the war. Besides, when it came to people’s sex lives, Gilbert only knew mostly when it came to his brother. Of course. He lived with him. Sometimes Roderich, while throwing some sort of fit, would call Gilbert just to scream about making a mistake sleeping with his ex-wife again and how it just brought up bad memories. Gilbert never really appreciated that. It brought up bad memories for him too. He liked hearing Roderich rage like a bitch though. It made him feel like he had more self control than the other did, even though he honestly didn’t. He just expressed himself through violence rather than screaming to someone over the phone. “When did he say he thought you were a slut?” Gilbert had noticed Alfred sway slightly, but he didn’t think much of it.

Alfred swayed again. His eyes were wide open with shock. “H-H-How did you know he and I what we did?!” he threw the bottle on the floor. “Fuck dick said he won’t tell ‘em. Said it was our secret!” He swayed once more. “He said if I was good he wouldn’t say a words. Fucking commie bastard!” tears ran down his face. He was hysterical now. “Fucking dick! Got drunk off damn Russian water during a privet meeting, went straight to his dick!” He lost his balance and fell into the pile of broken glass. He whence at the pain and examined the wounds on his hands. “Denny said that when I was hanging with Japan, Ludwig and Italy. Ya know shoot’en shit. Came up and asked if I would visit ‘em, when I turned him down he walked off yell’en that I was…what was it…’The world’s slut cuz I come when ever someone calls’.” Alfred pulled a piece of glass from the palm of his hand, hissing in pain as he did.

Gilbert frowned when Alfred threw the bottle. Maybe giving him alcohol wasn’t the best idea. He watched as the American slowly lost control of himself and finally pushed the dog off him and stood and walked over to the other when he fell into the glass. He dropped down next to Alfred and took his hand to make sure there wasn’t anymore glass shards stuck in it. “Denmark is just stupid. He’s butt-hurt over Norway PMSing half the time and not giving him the attention he wants.” The albino pulled a small shard out of America’s hand. “As for Russia, I lived with him for forty-some years. Things get out. But it was also kind of obvious.” Crimson eyes flicked up to the emotional face of the American. He pulled him up off the floor and made him sit back on the couch. He began picking up the glass so that none of the animals were in any danger of stepping on it. After that was done, he grabbed some stuff to clean up Alfred’s hand with. “Did throwing that bottle make you feel any better?”

Alfred narrowed his eyes. “Shit that hurts.” He blinked and looked over at the dog. “I didn’t want to ya know.” He said stiffly, his voice void of any emotion. He didn’t want to think of it. He wanted to forget. Forget what he was forced to do. Alfred looked into the ruby eyes of the Prussian. His face felt so hot and he shifted under his touch. His body felt like it was on fire. With each movement across his palm, Alfred could feel his pants growing tighter. Embarrassed, he pushed past Gilbert and stood with his back to him, swaying from side to side. “Fuck…”

Gilbert stared after the American, confused. “Alfred, what’s wrong?” He stood back up, getting ready to throw the bloodied supplies away. He grabbed Alfred’s shoulder. “Hey, maybe you should lay down or something. You should calm down before my brother get’s here, ja?” Gilbert was oblivious as to what was going on the America. He moved off to the kitchen and threw the stuff away. ((sorry its short))

Alfred didn’t turn around, he was far too embarrassed by his situation. “I-I didn’t want to fuck Russia…Drunk bastard…” he felt the bulge grow smaller as he thought of Ivan. Hugging himself, he leaned against the wall. It was horrible, everything about that night was horrible. The roughness of his hands, the icy breath that left him as he spoke foul profanities at his broken form, the pain and begging for him to stop. He narrowed his eyes as they glazed with tears. No one would want him. Russia made that clear. No one would want him, except the Russian himself. “Gilbert, what happens to a nation when they…” he choked. He had heard vague rumors about what happens. What happened with Rome and Germania. What nearly happened to Prussia. “When they die?”

((I think you made a new one but I found the post soooo…. I’m just gonna reply here…. OTL ))

Light eyebrows pulled together as the albino stared at Alfred’s back. “I think only those who have died know.” Gilbert had of course been close to death, but to be honest, he didn’t really remember those last moments until he was pulled back to the surface. “It’s a mystery to all of us.” It didn’t help when he had asked his brother. He asked Ludwig what had happened to him. Ludwig refused to answer and Gilbert had never been able to squeeze the information from him. He did remember pain, though. Awful pain. He could only assume it was the pain of being dissolved. He walked forward and placed a comforting hand on the American’s shoulder. “Why are you asking?”

Alfred jumped when he felt to hand on his shoulder. He was terrified. Utterly horrified. “I wonder, if it hurts to die.” he said softly, his voice cracked as he did. “Ludwig said you were close. He said you were…” he looked away. He had been there when Prussia was dissolved. He had sat by and let it happen. He was so enraged by Everything that had happened. All the death and hate in the world. It was his fault. If he had did something, if he had stopped it…Tears ran down his face. He made up for it by tearing down the Berlin wall and reuniting the brothers. “It was horrifying…”

Gilbert pulled his hand away with a frown. To be honest, he didn’t like talking about himself personally when it came to his almost death. “You really confuse me, Alfred…” He stepped back a little. He needed to get the other to calm down before Ludwig came in or else he’d probably think the Prussian did something to upset the American. In a way, it kind of was his fault. He wasn’t sure where this all came from, but he thought maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned Russia. “Come sit back down. You’re freaking me out.”

Alfred sighed heavily. No one would understand and even if they did they would never believe him. That’s why he said nothing all this time. He sat on the couch and looked away from the Prussian. “I didn’t mean to freak you out. I’m just dealing with a lot of shit right now. My boss won’t listen to me, called me a failure before I left…” he forced a smile. “But what do humans know about us Nations? It’s not like it was back then, back when I first became my own Nation…” He pet the dog’s head and narrowed his eyes. “I hope you live happily. I have a feeling I won’t be here much longer anyways.” With that he stood up and headed toward the guest bedroom.

Gilbert stared after Alfred, shocked that he said that. America thought he was going to die? Over an economic recession? He had lived through one way worse than this. They all had! Was it really just the economy eating away at him? It couldn’t be. There was much more to him. Gilbert was honestly worried. He bit his lip slightly as he continued to stare at the empty space that the American was last seen before he disappeared down the hall. Alfred didn’t mean it. He just said that because he’s kind of sick and upset. Yeah, that was it. The albino sighed and ran a hand through his hair before looking down at the dog happily wagging his tail as he sat on the couch. He hoped Ludwig would get there soon.

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