SheenaWilde

Austria pressed the bell quickly before he could change his mind and flee. He was fidgeting nervously as he waited for the door to open. The only thing he hoped that it won't be Germany who would open the door… He knew he was being naïve though, it was always Germany who let him in, Prussia having never heard the bell as he was almost always "busy" with something. "Good morning, Austria" the German greeted him politely but coldly as he opened the door but did not step aside as usual to invite him in. "Good morning to you, too" Austria said and attempted to smile at him but had the feeling he failed miserably. "Germany, I… I

Germany knew something wasn’t right the moment he set foot in the house. The way Austria acted, how he could barely stutter some words… There had to be something that went really bad. He aimed for the basement concerned – he had the feeling that this time it wasn’t his brother’s fault… How he had been acting lately was more than unusual, Germany didn’t think he had ever seen his brother so sad before… And although he still wasn’t one hundred percent sure, he slowly started to get the idea of what was going on… Germany stopped in front of the door and listened if he heard anything. W

Days passed and slowly Prussia started acting like his old self. But he never went to Austria’s place, neither did Austria come over randomly anymore. When Germany tried mentioning it once, he regretted it right away. Prussia suddenly fell silent and looked away, only shrugging as a response, and his mood became dark. Germany didn’t dare to ask what happened after he had left them and had no idea what could make his brother so sad. It hurt him to see him like this and didn’t want to hurt him any farther by asking him questions about it. But as much as he cared for his brother, life didn’t stop for his sake. A few days

"Would you just stop with it finally?" "With what? I’m not doing anything!" "But you are! You are annoying me on purpose! Just leave me alone, for God’s sake!" Germany put the newspaper down to his lap with a sigh. This had been going on for almost two hours – he didn’t understand how his brother and Austria even had a voice after shouting so much! A few minutes ago they seemed to come to a point where they ran out of things to argue about but of course Prussia was too creative to let the fight just die there, and they continued with full energy. But he, he couldn’t put up with it anymore. "Stop following me

Romano was wandering around the house aimlessly, bored. Spain left him home alone. Again. Okay, it was only for today, but still, Romano was pissed. And bored. Damn it all. A he was passing by Spain’s room, he suddenly stopped as something came to his mind. A few days ago Spain was searching for an old uniform for God knows why and was whining about how he still had all of his old clothes piled up there. This sounded very interesting… Romano loved clothes and fashion and he remembered what Spain used to wear. All those fine and lacy shirts with matching silk vests and long, fancy coats… There would be no harm in having a lo