Painted mask

[Prussia]

Today he was going to be totally cool, just like on every other day~! Yes, today though he had something planned, yes, he, the awesome that was Prussia had a plan, and what was it you may ask? Simple! Retune the rick jerk's piano that he seemed to love so very much. He'd cunning waited for the fool to leave, using that ever elusive patience to bide his time, and it had been worth it. The ass had left, and so he was now left with the simple to slink in, sprawl over the thing, and toy around with the wires and hammers within. Ohhh he may have 'accidentally' broken one or two of them, but hey, all was fair in love and war, yes? Well of course, he had no doubt of that~ And so finished with his dastardly deed he went to escape the scene of the crime... Only to find himself sucked, yes, the awesome him was sucked into something totally uncool! Before being thrown into some random and vile looking graveyard... Okaaaaaay, on the grand scheme of uncool and random this was kinda way up there.

Something though struck him, something driving hard into his chest, a sharp pain lancing through his right arm, whereupon he fell to his knees. What the fuck was this?! Gasping eyes wide, before he coughed hard, blood splattering the grass before him... This was? Yelling out he fell to his side, curling, knees pulling up as he clutched at his chest, heart racing erraticly against his chest, violent coughs painting his face a bloody mask. This... This was... Totally Unawesome...! With another heavy cough he screwed scarlet eyes shut, curling further until knees touched his fore head. He was in hell... he had to be... There was just no way... No way this could be happening... The question though... oh gods the question burning his mind... Was why?.... He'd done so much... Hurt so many.... But still.... With a rasped cough he hissed out, bloodstained teeth bared in reminiscence to a feral animal. Yet he'd been through the same shit as everyone else! Russia... Damn Ivan... Bastard had come in and kicked his ass... And... There was so much more... But how... How was this justified?!

Feh... He didn't care about that... He... He was to Awesome for that... he was dammit! Fisting the cloth of his shirt wheezing breaths were at least a reprieve from the stabbing pains in his chest... Whilst not gone.. Whilst... God it hurt... But... He was... he was Prussia... His own body could fight him... His own damn body could... But he wouldn't bow... Prussia... Prussia would never bow, he was proud... So very proud! If ol' Fritz could see him... How ashamed. With a final coughing yell it was decided... In burning agony or not... Broken... Fallen... Nothing... he would stand... He would stand be be something... Something... But not just any something... he would be East, he would be Prussia... He was strong, he was proud... He was a soldier, such a loyal soldier. Wild, strong, an utter delinquent, but still loyal, he was the pride of the German Empire... Or he had been, once upon a time... Times change though, things moved on... Had it all moved on here? Moved on to leave him behind? No... No dammit!

Rasping breaths coming at odd intervals he tried to push himself up, jabbing sensations coursing through him like glass through his blood. Gasping he coughed again, hand clasping over his mouth, liquid flowing between his fingers as eyes narrowed. He didn't understand, he truly didn't. This was like nothing he'd felt before, nothing at all. Wheezing as he groaned he grasped a headstone, using it to pull himself to his knees, half-lidded eyes casting up to catch sight of the first piece of good news he'd had... There on the headstone... Was his bird. "H-hey..." Trying to hold back another cough he winced, bowing his head so the small bird could hop on, which it did. He'd have laughed, giving some boisterous comment about the thing, proclaiming how totally cute the thing was... Yet he couldn't... His chest was heaving, breathing unsettled and difficult, talking in itself was hard enough, yet he'd do it. He damn well would. He... He refused... He refused to... "Old... Old Fritz..." He muttered, leaning heavily on the headstone as he hauled himself up, wincing sharply as his heart beat faster... Dammit... Felt like he'd had a fucking heart attack... "Better... Be watchin' o-out," he coughed, before rubbing a blooded hand up his face, painting the rest that had been spared in his own blood, that trademark smirk flicker up for a moment. "For me.... E-eh...?" Good Ol' Fritz... Always there...

Finally to his feet he turned, stumbling in a lurching motion before steadying himself, hand on his chest, an eye closed as he stepped forwards. Feet really weren't going to support him for long, that he knew... But damn... His name wouldn't be Prussia, the awesome him that he was, if he couldn't at least... get out of this godforsaken... wherever he was. Normally he could have taken it in... But right now he could hardly see three feet before him. It wasn't mist, and it was nothing to do with the daylit graveyard, no, he just couldn't see... Fucking body... Lurching forward again, grabbing the next headstone for support, he lurched again, and grabbed the next. It was slow, tediously slow, every step, every inch, feeling like a mile. Yet he'd be damned if he was going to stop, like hell, it was bad enough he needed support, there was... Just no way he could stop, he refused. he'd always been stubborn, for better or for worse, now it simply showed to a higher degree. Eventually though he had to pause for breath, wheezing breaths painfully loud, rasping against his chest before once more he coughed. Blood painting the tomb stone a crimson mess, chick on his head flapping and cheeping frantically... He just... he needed a moment... just a moment...

Ooc:// Why fucked up? East Germany, which he represents, was disolved in 1990, and the state of his country directly effects him... It's kinda all hit him at once ^v^
YES he did have a heart attack >8I

[Germany]

     Verdamnt! Wasn't Italy ever going to learn? Eugh him and his army... they were pitiful, undisciplined, they weren't deserving of the term "soldiers". Bah whatever. He was allied to the pasta-freak, and the guy at least knew how to keep on despite the fact he was an utter failure as a soldier. After all, Italy was the German's only friend, god knows what Japan's thinking... but, at least he knew the former was true for sure. He sighed and rubbed his face hard. He wanted to yell at the dimwitted idiot for preparing dinner and white flags instead of actual militaristic preparations. Honestly did he not take anything seriously? At this rate they were never going to defeat the Allied Forces! they were the only thing standing in their way, but no, they had to be a pain in the ass to get rid of. Most of them were utter idiots, like that weakling France and that scone freak England. Can't believe they were the Axis' greatest threat. It was sad really, then again it showed that no one dared enter the war besides them and their little alliances.

     He folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes, about to reprimand the young Italian for making a blunder, but before he could even let out another word something knocked him out. He was not quite sure what it was, but something had caused the strong soldier to just black out and become unconscious. What the fuck was going on here?! Verdammt... just what in the hell... The shit this was even more crazy than his psychopath of a boss. Awaking though, he found himself in the middle of... what... a... graveyard? Wait what the fuck. Blue eyes blinked slowly as he forced himself up, dusting off his green Waffen uniform and grunting. The hell just happened. he looked around, rubbing his head. Damn he had some crazy headache now. It will pass, hopefully. After all he was knocked out for god knows how long and just dumped here. Was this with work of the Allies? By god he would be utterly enraged if it was their work. Enraged at himself for letting himself blunder so easily. Verdammt... this wasn't going to be a good day, was it?

     Might as well walk around and get a better idea of where he was, right? Doing so, he made sure he didn't step on any graves or flowers that were left behind. Sure he may be a solider, sure he may represent the now crazy nation of Nazi Germany but he still had respect. He was still a reasonable and respectful guy, when he wasn't barking out orders or going about war duties. He looked at the headstones and raised a blond brow. Eh? They were written in Japanese. Maybe they were in Japan or something. Huh, if that was the case maybe Kiku was here too? And Italy? Was he the only one from his group here? While he wouldn't mind that was sure suck. What if the Allies were around the corner. he would be utterly fucked and ambushed. Germany was a very strong man but four world superpowers against one? That was... overkill. Narrowing his eyes something caught his eye. Blood, eh? Wonder where that came from. there seemed to be a fair deal of it. He sighed. It was ruining someone's resting place. Wonder where it had come from. He flicked his eyes to the side and saw a trail of it. Wonder where it leads. He did so, and just right ahead, he saw the familiar Prussian blue Waffen uniform and blue eyes widened to the sight.

"Oi! Bruder!" He yelled out. What the fuck happened to him?

     Somewhat worried, he quickened his pace towards the silver haired man, who's pace was slow and sloppy compared to his typical strut and whatnot. While the two liked to bitch at each other, just nitpick at what the other, cause each other hell to no end, they were still brothers, and while he and Prussia may not have the best of sibling relations, the sight of his older brother in such a state bothered him. Between him and Prussia, Germany was the one who was more... down to earth, actually cared about things. This was one of the things that would at least cause him to go out of his way to see what was actually wrong. Oh yes, of course their relationship was "unsavory", but who cared at this point, the idiot looked like he was going to drop dead. Despite it all he wasn't about to let his brother die. There was perhaps an actual reason behind why he detested the East side's rash and utterly careless behavior. Perhaps he just had a bit more heart than his older brother. Just maybe that was it. He caught up to the other German and his countenance became utterly dead serious, more than it usually was.

"Genau das was dir passiert ist, Preußen?" he asked, his speech a bit rushed. "Don't you dare tell me nothing." His voice was utterly stern with the last statement. Now was not the time for Prussia superiority complex to tell him nothing.

     He went to reach for the older man's shoulder, not for sympathy, but to grab it and get the man to stand up straight, like a true soldier. the arrogant one that Prussia had always been for as long as the younger nation knew him. If Prussia allowed such contact then he would just continue to hold on. Yes, it seemed like a forceful gesture, but that was the way you handled the delinquent. Any other way and well... you just couldn't do it. He scanned over the man. He looked like a fucking wreck. That proud face was covered in blood, as well has his hands, and the West side couldn't understand why. It didn't look like he was injured at all. There wasn't a scratch on his body, so, what? Verdammt. This was going to be a long freaking day, wasn't? The blond ran his fingers through his well kept hair and sighed heavily. He saw the bird on the man's head spazz out. That meant something was wrong. Prussia and that bird were fucking inseparable, weren't they. What the fuck did you get yourself into this time, Bruder?

[Prussia]

Humiliating, utterly so. This was no way for him to be going on, perhaps that pain in the ass rich boy, he was certainly weak enough… But not him. Eugh, saying that though whatever the fuck this was would have probably killed mister fancy pants, whatever though, enough about him… This was about Prussia, about him trying to work out what the fuck was actually wrong with himself. It was so damn strange… Utterly… Palm flat to his chest for a moment he grimaced, his fucking heart was beating all out of whack, it wasn’t stead and rhythmic, nor did it have the stability as if he’d just run, causing it to beat faster… No… Instead it was just… Well it was freaking well erratic and all over the place causing his already awkward breaths to hitch every now and then when a double take was given… The shit was this all about?! Grunting he used his free hand to gesture at the chick to calm its insesant noise, last thing he wanted was for it to hurt itself in its flurry… Damn thing didn’t listen though… Why the fuck was it so hard to get respect these days?! Ach….

“Oi! Bruder!”

Frowning he pushed himself up from the headstone, eyes not even hiding the confusion he felt. Though it cleared when the words were processed… Germany? Verdammt he was kinda not someone the Prussian wanted to see, not at all to be honest. Saying this though, did he really want to see anyone right now? Yeaaah, he may have head some slight insecurities about being alone on normal occasions, to the point where once or twice the awesome him had been reduced to tears, not that he’d ever admit such to anyone that was stupid enough to bring such a thing up. Right now though, right now it was freaking worse for him to actually have someone there. His pride, that utterly indestructible force, was showing that perhaps, just perhaps, it wasn’t quite so indestructible as he’d have liked to have thought… Honestly… Look… Rasping breaths, face paler than even was normal for the albino looking german, awkward movements… Was this the picture of someone proud? Hardly. This… Wasn’t Prussia… Not on the outside anyway, not where it mattered to everyone else, not where appearances came into the equation. Within though… Ah, now here was the real beauty. Within was quite a different story. “… West…~” Ahhh… Was this what Fritz considered help? Eugh… Why?

"Genau das was dir passiert ist, Preußen? Don't you dare tell me nothing."

Blinking quickly, trying to decipher German and English as being two individual languages, he chuckled... A bad idea in the end to be frank. The sound was more like some kind of strangled yelp as he closed an eye, fists clenching... This was... He didn't even know. He didn't. “Warum...” He grinned... He damn well grinned. “Sind Sie so besorgt...~?” Despite it all he managed to make it sound like a sarcastic drawl.... How he did such when words were little more than a rasped cough was something... Well it was pretty fucking impressive. Stupid, but rather impressive none the less. He probably didn't really mean much by the insult, more than anything he just didn't freaking want people here to see him so... So weak... Totally unawesome. Still... Germany was better than Austria.... That bastard would have tried to finish him off... Stupid Austria. “Dumme Frage sowieso natürlich nichts ist falsch...” he muttered. Yeaaah, because that was totally convincing at all. God damn burder, just wouldn't leave it be either. He was like a fucking hund with a bone when he got on his high horse. Whatever though, like hell Prussia actually knew anyway.

Snorting he once more gestured at the bird on his head to silence, though refused to touch the thing... Why? Well forgive him for not wanting the thing plastered in blood. Damn thing again didn't listen though... Couldn't blame it... Unlike the Dummkopf before him, the bird... Didn't need to ask to know what was wrong... And so its freaking out made total sense. Sad fact of the day, it was easier to read the bird to tell what was wrong than it was to bother Gilbert about it. “Shaddap...” he mumbled out, headache now pushing at his already addled brain... As if on mark to such a thing though calmed itself down, squatting, feathers puffed up in displeasure... Dammit he wanted to pet it... Frankly it just seemed kind of bitter to deprive him of such when he was... On the verge of death or whatever? He didn't know, for once he was clueless! Yeaaah, the little troublemaker got himself into a lot of shit... But hadn't he always fought his way right on out? Any moron could flail a sword, it took at least some damn skill to flail it well. Tsk, whatever.... You know what... Whatever... Kümmerte er sich kaum...

Distracted by the small yellow thing it took him a while to register a hand grabbing his shoulder, pulling him up. With a grimace, he cocked a brow... The fuck was Little West doing now...? Eugh, whatever he was doing it didn't go down well, not only with him, but with his body. Hand clasping over his chest another of those damn heaving coughs spiked up, blood lacing the grass, decorating it a vile sight. Fuck this, seriously fick es. “Ich…” He what? Wanted him to let go dammit. It was totally uncool that he was holding him up. He didn't ne-- No, he did need support, he just didn't want it. He wanted to stand tall on his own, he was a damn soldier, no soldier needed another to keep them up with a stern hand. Che. “Brauche dich nicht zu mir stehen helfen…” Panting, hand fisting the cloth over his heart, eyes narrowed slightly, that stupidly irritating grin having edged back onto his face. "Aussteigen... Kleinen Bruder...~" Usually it would have been an edgy mock, now it just sounded... Beaten down. No matter how hard he was trying, which was pretty freaking hard, he just sounded strained. Everything was taking to much effort... He couldn't even stand tall without his brother's aid... Perhaps he shouldn’t have messed with that damn piano…

Karma was such a bitch.

[Germany]

“… West…~ Warum... Sind Sie so besorgt...~?”

Verdammter idiot... He still tried to act so strong as if all was well. Fucking idiot. The stern looked remained. "Because you Dummkopf you're bleeding and making a mess!" He was most likely to be the one that was going to clean all this up, wasn't he? What a bother.

      Though at the moment his OCD for compulsively being neat didn't kick in. Not this time. He wasn't going to let a fellow soldier be downed like this, even if said soldier was a poor excuse for a brother. It wasn't the right thing to do. The silver haired German could say all he wanted that he was fine, everything was cool, that he was too awesome to let this bother him, but he was not to fool Germany. Eugh he was such a bother, wasn't he? Such an arrogant, rash, wild delinquent who couldn't do anything right or even stop to think about his actions. And in the end Germany was usually the one to clean up after his mess. And he was doing the same now. He wad going to have to do something about this, because Prussia damn well was incapacitated and not providing much information as to what as wrong with him. No shit there was something wrong with him, but what exactly. Did someone attack him or what? He wasn't saying anything the bastard...

“Dumme Frage sowieso natürlich nichts ist falsch...”

He sighed. "Hat jemand dich angreifen? Was ist passiert?" Such an arrogant... ugh. "Jetzt ist nicht die Zeit, um entspannt zu sein!"

      Though as soon the man was lifted, it became clear. The West's widened as the East grabbed his own chest and coughed up something nasty. So... that was the source of the blood. He was ill. Very ill. If anything he was showing signs of Tuberculosis. That wasn't something that either of them wanted on their hands. Grunting he kept holding the man, refusing to let him just drop on the ground. Prussia was showing signs of his pride again, and that was not what he wanted. Pride wasn't going to help any of them, and it certainly wasn't going to help Preussen himself now was it? Ugh such a bother, but, what was he to do? Brows furrowing at what he said next. Germany couldn't help but rub his gard, an angry expression platered on his face. This wasn't a fucking joke.

“Ich… brauche dich nicht zu mir stehen helfen… Aussteigen... Kleinen Bruder...~"

He was insane. "Nien." he said flatly. "If you think that I'm going to leave you here you're very wrong." Just... ugh. "Don't you know? Soldaten nicht verlassen, andere Soldaten hinter sich." Soldiers don't leave other soldiers behind. "Just cooperate for at least a moment."

      Cooperation was what was needed. But with Prussia, that was unlikely to happen. Freaking full of himself, wasn't he? He tried to sound as if he was alright. As if he was still his arrogant self, but that wasn't working right. Something was bothering him. The hand on his chest and the blood was enough proof of that. But what exactly. If Gilbert at least said "he didn't know" then that would be fine. Not very helpful, but at least he would be being honest (if Prussia knew what that meant). Sighing he looked around to see if anyone was around. No one? Seriously? Just fucking great. Verdammt... Verdammter Tag... Shaking his head he slowly let go of Prussia to at least have gravity seat the man on the ground, finally admitting to his older brother's request, but with a much wiser reason to. But that was unlikely as well. Prussia was too damn proud to sit when he was ill. He didn't realize that moving too much was going to worsen his condition. Had he always been like this? Germany was not sure, after all, he was his younger brother. He wasn't too keen on what Prussia's past was really like. He had to think about what he as going to do. This was just... frustrating.

"Just stop moving so much." He said, not wanting Prussia to kill himself, which he was doing by the look of things.

      Crossing his arms he thought for a moment. He and Prussia were basically one in the same: Deutschland, but just different parts of it. Germany was the West, Prussia was the East. If something happened to the country, it would directly affect them. But, this was odd. If something was happening to the country, why wasn't he affected as well? Then, that means something must be going on towards the East... but what? Last he remembered Prussia was being his troublemaking self. So just what had occurred in such a small time span? Anything really but, what? He looked at Prussia. What was he going to do with this man, really? You'd think the older brother would be the more responsible. Well between these two Deutschlands, it was the reverse. There was nothing on his person that would help at all besides causing damage, and plus, if there really was something wrong with the country, there would be no way to properly treat it without the country contributing at all. There were kicks to being a nation. You were immortal, powerful, strong, but there were it's downsides. If the nation fell, you fell with it. No exceptions.

[Prussia]

"Because you Dummkopf you're bleeding and making a mess!"

Ahhhh so that's what he was worried about~? Tsk. "Ich werde aufräumen später dann ... Wie ist das für dich ... ~?" And people said he wasn't fair~ He rolled his eyes. Damn bruder and his freaking OCD cleanliness, it kinda drove Prussia around the bend. Yes it wasn't so much a problem... Or at least it wasn't right up until the points he had to spend time with the younger German outside of the various drinking escapades... Now... To be fair he'd hand it to West, when it came to beer they did have a grand old time, it was hardly a bonding experience, the awesome Prussia did not bond, not with anyone, that would have been uncool. Yet it was always fun, not so much the hangover afterwards, but the just being able to cut back and relax part with no one pestering him to do this, do that, tidy this, buy that. Yeaaah... For a moment he couldn't help but wonder where the closest bar was... Even if he was fucked up a drink couldn't hurt... Right~?

"Hat jemand dich angreifen? Was ist passiert? Jetzt ist nicht die Zeit, um entspannt zu sein!"

Attac-- PFT! Like the awesome him would ever let any schwein do this to him! He scoffed, gagging slightly as he did. "Nien...~" Sneering slightly, a look almost demonic with the blood masking his face. In a vile way it suited him, a monster he was~ So they said anyway. The fact West really though Prussia would let anyone do this to him though, honestly, no faith at all~ Eh, that probably stung his pride slightly, or it would have on a normal occasion at least. Right now it just seemed so inconsiquential to him. A drop of water in an ocean, it meant nothing. Yet the side he wasn't seeing was that a drop could cause a wave. Ripples woud spread, expand, until they were a crashing tsunami. Every drop of blood he lost was one drop closer to oblivien, yet he didn't care. Arrogance was the greatest drug of all, and waddya know, it was legal too. "Nur weil ... Sie wissen nicht, wie man...~" It was true, Germany really didn't know when to cut back...~

"Nien. If you think that I'm going to leave you here you're very wrong. Don't you know? Soldaten nicht verlassen, andere Soldaten hinter sich."

Never leave a man behind? It was a statement East was familiar with, of course he was, every battle ready soldier would know it. Did he agree with it though? Perhaps, yes, perhaps he agreed with it when applie to someone else, when it was someone else that needed help. When it was Prussia things changed, in his mind anyway. He was to awesome to ever accept help of his own free will, he refused. His country may have fallen, leaving him as a kingdom. Yet fuck, wasn't he still so proud? Even during that whole strain of the transition, the heavy fatuge, even through that he'd still been way to cool to ever admit that something was wrong... Something was pretty fucked up with East Germany, something bad enough to reduce him to such a state.... Had damn well Russia attacked him? He wouldn't put it past the Schwein. "Tell me... when you find a soldier who needs saving... then...~" He was going to keep digging and digging until either Ludwig gave up, or he just couldn't keep digging. It was pretty much a one or the other thing... In his current state though it was alas more likely to be the latter. Verdammt. He'd just had to hold out as long as possible.

"Just cooperate for at least a moment."

Thinking... Thinkiiiiing... Nien~ "You're not the Führer," ohhhh so true. He could cooperate, and yeah, it would probably actually help him, but no, pride wouldn't let him. He'd do this on his own, no one was going to get in his way. After a thousand years he knew a thing or two about staying alive. The key to it was not to die, simple, yes? Ah-hah~ Of course it sounded dumb, but to anyone less cool than Prussia of course that was so. In reality it was that basis that had kept him alive for so long. For all this time he'd lived by that, and he'd come through war after war on the basis. He was still alive, yes? Obviously it worked, so screw you none believers, screw you~ As Ludwig let go though he slouched again involuntary, sharp gasping breaths as he clenched fists now by his sides. He swayed sharply, every indication to falling, but no, he stood. Prussia was pretty damn good at defying logic, for better or for worse~

"Just stop moving so much."

Stay still? Uhhh, he was until Germany started pulling him around like some rag doll. Dummkopf. Shaking his head he snorted, wobbling slightly before arms folded over his chest. It was an arrogant action, yet also one with an alterior motive. Arms pulled slightly fighter to push back on his chest. Really, this was just... All just a pain to him, and not even in the the obviously literal sense. The hell was even causing this for him? Something in his country, but what...? Eugh, without finding someone he couldn't say... The solution was obvious... Find someone who knew. "Tell it... To someone who cares..." That someone wasn't him, the awesome him. Prussia. Turning on his heels, the movements stiff and ambling, as if somewhere along the lines that thousand plus years of battle had caught up with him. He walked on, oh so very determined to get somewhere.

Did he get anywhere? Yes... Actually. For better of for worse having someone there was not only mortifying to him, but a kick up the backside to give 110% when it came to preserving his pride. Sure going past a hundred should be possible for any human, perhaps it was. Yet was Prussia really human~? Kind of, but at the same time he was far from. He was the soul of East Germany, he was stronger and more awesome than any normal human would ever be. If he wanted to give 110% when he was practically dying then there was little doubt that he was actually going to do it. Ludwig could throw one of his bitchfits, or accept it with a silent sigh. Gilbert had little idea as to what he was actually going to do, it was a sad fact that whilst he was the boys older brother he didn't know everything about him. Shaking his head he coughed, wincing slightly before stumbling on. He hardly cared, he liked being alone. Getting close to family would have been totally uncool...~

[Germany]

"Ich werde aufräumen später dann ... Wie ist das für dich ... ~?"

Well that was a first. "You will do no such thing." He stated. No no, since there was something actually wrong and Prussia not doing something stupid he shouldn't be entitled to fix it.

     He sighed. This was confusing, the man was a mess, and uncooperative, what was he going to do? Prussia was like the embodiment of all his annoyances (besides Italy) and then some. He sighed as he rubbed the back of his head, looking around to see if someone was around. Eugh where the hell where they anyway? This didn't look like any place in Europe... that he knew of anyway. Probably somewhere in Asia considering all the gravestones had Japanese writing on it. Eugh this was a pain in the ass. He took a few steps forward, looking around. Yes it was smart if he actually wandered a bit but leaving Prussia alone would be stupid. He'd kill himself because of his damn pride complex he had going on. If only he could just damn get rid of it there wouldn't be a problem. But because it was freaking Prussia that was impossible. Literally. Oh you could try, you could try, but you'd utterly fail. That was it. This man was impossible. How in hell where they related anyway? It brought up many questions...

"Nien...~ Nur weil ... Sie wissen nicht, wie man...~"

Alright, so no one attacked him, but ugh what an ass. "I am a busy man, there isn't time to relax. Especially now more than ever." Prussia just didn't have any work ethic. "Ich glaube die Frage, wie man eine so lange mit dieser Art von Mentalität gelebt ..." He sighed.

     Of course. Sure, many were very lax, like Italy, and each and every time he almost got his ass killed. Despite it all Germany didn't want that to happen to the young Italian, but what was Prussia? If anything Prussia was like a wild child, doing whatever the hell he wanted with the mentality of an eight-year-old thinking that he was the most amazing thing on the planet. That was much harder to control or to settle down than an idiot, he knew, he's tried it on both and by far Italy seemed like a well disciplined boy compared to Gilbert. And there went his complex again. Fitting. Prussia didn't know his limits. He really honestly didn't, and that drove the German mad. Verdammt, the man was going to be killed and it would be Germany's fault for not doing anything about it. How dare he say he didn't need support? He could barely walk, barely breathe, barely speak, spitting out blood. And he said everything was fine and dandy. Don't worry about him, he was fine. The younger German gritted his teeth slightly. Patience, patience, he needed it. The same amount, if not a bit more, than he used with Italy. Patience...

"Tell me... when you find a soldier who needs saving... then...~"

"Put your pride aside!" He barked. "Holen Sie sich Ihren Kopf aus den Wolken!" He rubbed his face. Underneath it all he was still even the slightest bit worried. "Your pride isn't going to totally save you. If anything it will keep you going, but don't act like nothing's wrong!"

     It was true. Many thought that if they still had the will they could live on, and many a times it worked. But to move around like there was nothing wrong with you, say that everything was fine, say that this was nothing but a flesh wound, you were mad. Prussia was then very obviously so, or he was just being a child and thinking he was invincible. He wasn. His kingdom fell and he was reduced to a small piece of land. No doubt Prussia went through his own trials of hardships but he didn't learn from them, or at least he didn't seem to learn from them. It was frustrating to know. To know that he was working with someone who lacked the right mentality who went into battles all swords shining and yet he was somehow lucky enough to live. While the blond was down to earth and knew his limits, when to retreat, when to move in, Prussia did not. It was a sad fact of life but what was he going to do? Not much really. There wasn't much he could do considering Prussia's behavior was just uncontrollable anyway.

"You're not the Führer."

"Yes well unlike the Führer I'm not crazy." He sighed. Both Gilbert and the Führer were out of their minds. "I have enough sense to care about something like this..." That he was not lying about.

"Tell it... To someone who cares..."

     He sighed. Dear god this man was a pain to handle. And there he went, trying to walk anyway. What an idiot. had this been anyone else, and he been another person, he would have just let Prussia kill himself. Why should he care about someone who obviously didn't care about their welfare that much? Well the answer was a bit complex. Crossing his arms blue eyes spotted someone who standing a bit of a far distance away, though still close enough to be visible. Holy crap how large was this graveyard. Looking at Prussia again he sighed before the German yelled out to the man in the distance, his voice loud and booming.

"Hey you!" He barked out, trying to catch attention. The black garbed man in the distance looked up, and quickly came to them, like, in a blink. What the hell...?

"Hey hey? What's going on? There's blood all over the place!" said the man, who was looking all over, noticing the Prussian. "Get him help!"

The German grunted. "I don't know where this is." Please don't be an idiot...

"Ah, well, take him and follow me..." The man seemed confused about something as soon as he spotted the two.

     He looked at the older man, walked up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder, not grabbing him or anything. He simply sighed. He wanted the silver haired man's attention, and cooperation, for just once.

"You can't be big and mighty in your condition." He said, the edginess toned down. "Let's just follow this man."

     Maybe then they could figure out where they were. It was a win win, simply.

[Prussia]

"You will do no such thing."

Awwww, so cold~ With a hacking laugh he shook his head, he offered to help and got shot down~ WELL! He'd never make that mistake again, obviously he was far better off doing nothing just as always. Life lesson learned, thank you bruder, you just dug your own hole~

"I am a busy man, there isn't time to relax. Especially now more than ever. Ich glaube die Frage, wie man eine so lange mit dieser Art von Mentalität gelebt ..."

Woahwoahwoah, low blow, dear West~ he cocked a brow. "Ach?" Well it was a rather simple matter really. "There's a time and a place, bruder, it's simple, ja~?" There was a time and a place to relax. Prussia, despite what it seemed, was a damn good worker. During the days where the empire had been in full flight he'd had a big fucking part in that, he had. One could see him as a total little delinquent, and this made a very large part of him, but dig far enough and you found a proud soldier that served for his people. Hard to believe, right? Yep, well it was true. The problem was just getting past his terrible manners. They were always there, always there, they were utterly inescapable. "That," he drawled, voice heavy with just... Exhaustion. "Und ich bin einfach gut an, was ich tun~" Put him in a tight situation and he'd get out of it, strategically he was a fucking badass genius. It was just in a normal situation that the issues arose, he was like a hyperactive little kid, he always had to be doing something. Always. Just unlucky for the world that with his warish background his favourite hobby was dominating and well... Just clobbering anything and anyone that got in his way.

"Put your pride aside! Holen Sie sich Ihren Kopf aus den Wolken! Your pride isn't going to totally save you. If anything it will keep you going, but don't act like nothing's wrong!"

Thinkiiiing, thinkiiiiing... Nope, sorry, point rejected. Prussia refused to put his pride to the side, there were many reasons, maaaaany reasons he'd not do so. None of which the sickly German felt like going into. "Nien...~" Asking him to put that to the side, sorry, it just wasn't going to happen. Really it would be like asking Germany to give up on the beer. Oh he may give up for a while if the reason was great enough, but the desire for it would always be there, and give a few hours of this and quickly they'd just revert back to their old ways. With a heaving cough he snorted. "Aber Bruder, die Wolken sind wunderbar." He knew what his brother was saying was perhaps true, perhaps. For Prussia there was an exception, things always just kinda worked out for him. He didn't need to be sensible because he was simply to awesome to die, the world couldn't be without him, it just wouldn't be cool anymore~

"Yes well unlike the Führer I'm not crazy. I have enough sense to care about something like this..."

Pausing he tapped his chin, grunting after. "Das ist true..." Yeaaah, honestly this new guy was a total jackass, he made Prussia look like a mellow fucking kitten. Honestly, that guy was just... Ah Prussia didn't even know, all he knew was that he didn't like him. Especially that damn theory on a fucking aryan race, honestly, Prussia was more German than that Austrian so and so would ever be, and yet by his definition Prussia would be unpure. Yeah, do we see a fail with this theory? Good, fucking moron. With a cracked laugh though he shook his head, honestly, West was just... Prussia didn't even know. "Kesese... Going soft, bruder...~?" No, but then what did Prussia really know about Doitsu besides what was exchanged over drinks? Ahhh, topic change perhaps, frankly that was something he diiiidn't at all care to be getting into. Push and you were all to liable to get a bottle cracked over your head for being such a jackass. Then, perhaps he'd do it anyway, right now he needed a good laugh. Yeaaaah, that would be good.

"Hey you!"

Blinking he dragged his eyes to the direction Deutschland was looking... Ohhhh great, just when he was looking f--- How the fuck did he move so fast?!

"Hey hey? What's going on? There's blood all over the place! Get him help!"
"I don't know where this is."
"Ah, well, take him and follow me..."
"You can't be big and mighty in your condition. Let's just follow this man."

Glaring at the hand on his shoulder like it was some kind of demon he relented, but not without terms of his own. That would very simply be weak, and even half dead Prussia was fully awesome. "Ach, fine... You're getting the beer when we get back." Snorting he again tried to clean at least some of the blood from his face, once again failing before he just... Followed, pushing the hand away slightly. His demand was just that, a demand. It was in no way at all a question, he gave no room for it to be denied, simply for the fact it was already accepted in his mind. Stumbling on after he frowned, he'd wanted to ask something.... "Oi," he huffed out at last. If he was gonna follow he was gonna damn well get answers, no one as totally cool as him would just plod along and not ask. Tsk. "The hell's going down with East Germany...?" That was him, the personification of the east, he would always be the east. Even though the country of Prussia had long since fallen he was still tied to that side, always would be no matter what any shit faced bastard said.

The man blinked, confused so it seemed. "Eh...? Oh! You're from then~?" He laughed slightly. "Reunified abouuuuut 20 years ago, give or take~" Waaaaait... Wait... What?!

He sword to gott he felt his stomach twist over on itself, the fuck was the meaning of this?! He was his own country, yes he was part of Germany as a whole, but he was his own part. He was the Kingdom of Prussia, he was East whilst Ludwig was Wesr. That's how it was meant to be! That's how it had damn well always been since his little brother came into being. It was a fine balance, and ohhhh they would disagree terribly their goals were often the same, it was what made them fucking badass. Yet now it turned out that was gone. He was part of Germany as a whole, they'd re-unified once more. That... Well that hurt. More than he'd expected it to. Yes this whole physical crap was a drag, and yes it kinda chipped away at that overinflated ego of his. Yet this crushed it. For once he didn't... Know what to say, there was no witty come back, no 'Kesese', nothing, just silence as he ambled on, glaring straight ahead, manical expression for once restrained. For a humanised country to find out their land had been dissolved... Well... It was pretty damn uncool. More than anything it was a heavy blow to everything. Despite what it seemed Prussia fucking cared about his country, his kingdom, he wanted to to damn well do good, his people were his people. And now that was gone? It hurt more than he was willing to say or show. "Ohhh, sucks for them then...~" He had to say something... Just... Something.

At least the place hadn't been destroyed, he could contend with it staying within the same country as a whole. Now if someone had destroyed it or taken over... There'd have been hell, utterly so. It all in the long run voted well enough for him, the land was intaced and there, his people were still there, his towns and cities were still there... All he damn needed to do was fucking well get used to being a part of something else... Again. Fucking transition periods, how many was this now? Knight, Empire, Country, Kingdom... This was the fifth? Ah fuck, he hated these things... Eugh. Still, he always came out on top, he always came out as the wild delinquent he was. He pretty much always came back as what he'd always been. You had to hand it to him, he was pretty damn good at staying alive.

Still, what the hell was his standing now? Was he just expected to let West waltz in and deal with what Prussia had spent his whole life with...? Fuh...

[Germany]

"Ach? There's a time and a place, bruder, it's simple, ja~? That, und ich bin einfach gut an, was ich tun~"

     He sighed simply. Yeah no, no more arguing with Prussia on matters like this. He would damn well loose or it would just drag on until one of them became tired of hearing the other's voice and would give up. You could perhaps say that Germany made up for all of Prussia's downsides, behavioral wise anyway. Ludwig was strict and disciplined, Gilbert was just wild and totally unruly. It was frustrating to no end, but it was not something he could change. Prussia had come far with his mindset and ethics and whatnot, how only god knew but Germany knew that if he personal tried stuff like that he wouldn't get far at all, not he had to be told what to do, when to do, and how to do something. Step by step as to not make mistakes. Prussia always seemed to wing it. He was experienced yes, but stuff like dominating and what not came to him naturally. It was scary, but it was fact.Though they both in a sense had one thing in common, and that was loyalty. Germany knew he could be compared to his dogs in terms of loyalty. While he wanted to protest against the decisions of his boss, he did them anyway, because that's all he could really offer.

"Nien...~ Aber Bruder, die Wolken sind wunderbar."

     Underneath that adult exterior lay a child, under all that, Prussia could very well be compared to a child easily. It was not hard at all for Prussia to do or say something that was totally, eugh he couldn't explain. Something stupid, something immature, anything really. The way he held himself could either come off as someone who was full of pride of just plain stupid. Not even Germany really knew the answer to that. The clouds were nice, yes, but you had to come back down to reality and face what it holds. No one lived life like a fantasy, except for maybe Prussia, but he could be an utter fool at time. He was a master at battle tactics and military strategies, but common sense? Gilbert probably didn't even know what the hell that was. Tsk, what a pain. Nonetheless Germany had to deal with this whenever the two had to work with each other or even see each other. At this point he had pretty much gave up arguing with Prussia, as things started to look... tedious now.

"Das ist true... Kesese... Going soft, bruder...~?"

He rolled his eyes slightly. "Ach, ruhig sein..." He muttered. He wasn't. He wasn't heartless but to Prussia he was otherwise. Great.

"Ach, fine... You're getting the beer when we get back."

"Fine." He stated simply. Anything to get Prussia to listen to him. "I'll get you a week's worth." And he wasn't a liar. He would.

     And only more "great" news was to come. As both German's followed, Prussia finally decided to say something useful, albeit in the form of a question, but something useful nonetheless. Perhaps it would shed some light on whatever the hell was going on and why Prussia's health was the way it was, which was terrible. Though the news was equally as grim.

"Oi, the hell's going down with East Germany...?"

"Eh...? Oh! You're from then~? Reunified abouuuuut 20 years ago, give or take~"

     Today was just a bad thing after a bad thing, wasn't it? Oh how fun... not. Germany was a pessimist in his own right, hell he though Prussia was going to damn well die at this rate, already was killing off his older brother in his mind but, out of everything, this did not cross his mind. At all. How in the world was that possible? Not once in all the meetings and whatnot with his boss had he ever heard any discussion on dissolving the Free State of Prussia, or anything on the east side of the country. Nope, nothing. And yet here this stranger was, speaking as if the whole thing was all right. The German scowled slightly at the notion. Normal people would never truly understand what they were, nor would they ever understand on how their country meant to them. At this point he couldn't help but feel bad for Gilbert, a proud man, was now left speechless. he was expecting an immediate comeback or little comment but no, nothing. His eyes fell on the weakened man. Ludwig too, had nothing to say.

"Ohhh, sucks for them then...~"

     He shook his head slightly at the comment. He didn't just say that. Verdammt... oh but he knew well that what Prussia said was perhaps not quite how he felt. It couldn't possibly. If it was then Prussia was damn well more of an ass that he already let on, and that was saying a great deal. So, what did that make them now? Germany was Germany, no matter what, but what about East Germany, or Prussia? Where did he stand in all this? Where they representing the same thing now or what? What exactly did that mean? Verdammt, if only this was easier. If they had actually been there during the reunification, then maybe things wouldn't look so bleak. But now, by the looks of things they weren't even in the same time period by the way the man who was leading them spoke. Twenty years ago... Twenty years ago there was no Third Reich, there was no there was no war, there was nothing that needed to be reunified or not. It didn't make much sense unless they were ahead of time, in which things would make more sense, and a shitload more complicated. Finally, he decided to ask.

"What's the month, day, and year?" He asked, using strict tones.

"July nineteenth, two thousand ten." the man said, kind of startled by Germany's authoritative voice.

     Alright, so his suspicions were true. they were in the future, by about... seventy one years? What the Holle? Ok ok what? The German blinked as he tried to take in his new found discovery. Fucking hell, now he wanted to keep asking questions, which he was going to do. Though right now he had to swallow all this. Alright, so, who won the war? It was a strange notion. Now he had the urge to hit some books and read up to this point in time, but he knew damn well there was no time for that. No, there were other problems that needed to be solved, like how to ease Prussia's deteriorating health. Who knew that such a time skip would hit him so hard. And yet Germany felt nothing. So what was the status of his side of things? He was so very curious. There was a lot he wanted to ask but of course he had to ask strictly what would help him at the moment, not other trivial things he wanted to ask.

"Who won the war?" He asked.

"Uh, if you're talking about the World Wars... the Allied Forces won both of them..." This man was becoming increasingly intimidated.

     With that, he felt like shooting something to get his anger out, or at least he wanted to drink beer until he was drunk senseless to release all this anger he was feeling right now. Damn those Allies. The won the first war, oh he knew that damn well, he was stuck paying for that shit through and through, even through the Great Depression, he had to keep working. It was all France's fault, he was the one who blamed the whole thing on Ludwig. It came to the point where Marks were worth nothing and he felt as if his country was going to crumble. Then came along the crazy Fuhrer, promising this and that, and look what he does, acts like a crazy maniac. And what did Germany do? Like a dog he followed orders and went into war, despite how trivial it all seemed. And now was no different, he was following the leader. That's what countries were meant to do. Follow the leader, do what they say, no problems, even if the leader was... not the best. Grunting slightly at the fact they lost he looked to Prussia to see how he was fairing on this whole ordeal. It was safe to say they both wanted the same thing, and that was to get the hell out of here.

[Prussia]

"What's the month, day, and year?"
"July nineteenth, two thousand ten."

When he looked back on this day, providing he did actually survive, which he was of course expecting because lets face it, the world could simply not go on without the awesome him. That would be like expecting a human to survive without air, totally not possible! Anyway though, looking back there was no doubt he wouldn't know what was just said. Yes it was important, however the Prussian just didn't care, this fell very nicely into the 'not awesome enough for me to give a shit' part of life. There was obviously a rather large amount of these things, and that was perhaps why he acted so oblivious to things. If he didn't care then he didn't notice, he didn't care, he'd make no pay attention, and then when asked it would simply appear he hadn't understood. This was not in fact true, Gilbert simply hadn't paid attention from the start. Of course there was nothing in life he didn't understand, that would indicate some level of unawesome, and that was freaking impossible. So no, he didn't much pay attention to the obnoxious date his bruder had been given, instead he simply focused on actually walking, that in itself was... More strenuous than it actually should have been, tsk, still, it pulled his mind away from other matters that were worse.

"Who won the war?"
"Uh, if you're talking about the World Wars... the Allied Forces won both of them..."

Blinking himself out of his almost trance like state it seemed something had finally fallen into the 'important enough to notice' part of life. So they'd lost again? Pft, no wonder, that fucking Noble Wolf jerk was a shit leader. How Ludwig actually put up with the drecksack he'd never know. The Germans, Prussians included of course, were proud people, proud and strong people. Yet now they were being led by some Austrian freak who didn't at all care? Yeah no, sorry, it had kinda been doomed to start with. Now Old Fritz on the other hand, he was a damn good leader. The best there'd ever been... He missed him. Shaking his head he snorted slightly, fondling the iron cross on his chest. "And what of Hitler...?" That man had taken the Iron Cross, his Iron Cross and just... oh he didn't even know. Letting his hand fall away from the cool metal he rubbed the hand briefly over his chest, at least the old ticker was finally calming down somewhat, eugh. What a cluster fuck this day was, fucked up, told his kingdom had fallen into a merge, lost the war... He needed a holiday... Perhaps he could take a trip to like... A beach~ Ah-hah, yes, bring the badfriend trio together and take a fucking trip~!

"Shot himself..." Uttered the stranger. Prussia couldn't help but cock his head slightly, a brow winged. Well then, in his books it was no real loss. His brother though, Gilbert wasn't ashamed to say he didn't know how his bruder would take it. He was pretty sure West wasn't all for the man, maybe, but eh. Most countries didn't much like finding out their leader was dead, much less that they'd gone and actually killed them self. Che, still, nothing a good ol' pint couldn't fix. In his mind though beer was pretty much the fix all medicine~

Deciding very simply to shut himself down to whatever else was being said he instead shoved his focus onto two very important things in life, walking and staying alive. Now we could say he was also keeping focus on holding together hiss rather cracked and shattered pride, but in honesty would that simply not be belittlement for pointing out what was utterly obvious in things? No doubt. His mind always strayed to such things under even the best of situations, it was always on the back of his mind, almost like a second nature to the near albino. Actually it was perhaps a first nature, he really was pretty much the embodiment of all that was arrogant in the world, or as he'd put it, all that was awesome~! Apparently somewhere in that ever strange tangent though they'd gotten to where the freaky dude had been leading them. "Here we are then..." He offered, probably relieved to be offloading the scary ass blonde better known as Ludwig. Prussia however opened his mouth to make some snarky comment about the fact the building was little more than some shed.... Thing... Kind of a building kind of just a hut, when something in his throat caught causing yet another damn barbed cough.

Offering something close to a thanks he shouldered his way through the doors, getting a startled yelp from the poor soul who'd been doing something or another. Cleaning something along the lines of an old urn had he actually bothered to pay any mind, alas he didn't and so the detail would evade the shorter Germanic. Quickly collecting thoughts though the dumpy little physician finally caught on that maaaaybe some random dude as pale as death and covered in blood very probably hadn't just dropped by for tea and biscuits, he'd long since learned no one really just dropped by to say hi... Sad life and all that. "For the love of god, sit down before you fall down!" Despite his expectations the short dude seemed... to have some retarded authoritarian complex... Oh for the love of god, Germany was all the authoritarian Prussia could deal with, at least there Germany was actually his bruder so somewhere along the lines it was bearable... this was just retarded though.

Glaring slightly he rolled his eyes. "Lumpenkerl...~" Of course the Prussian was trusting the fella couldn't speak German, and rightly so it seemed as the man just rolled his eyes with a snort, probably suspecting he had actually just been insulted.

"Just... Sit down on the bed," he huffed, evidently exasperated already. "You take a chair, I presume you're here with him." This time his words directed to Germany.

Complying, if only for the freaking promise of beer, he perched himself on the edge of the bed feet tapping against the floor. There was probably little doubt that he was at present trying to come up with various colourfully painful ways to kill the doctor, call it a personal therapy~ Imagining such things was better by far than actually doing them, though it did perhaps spell trouble for his sanity... If such a thing actually existed that is~ "Now then, what happened?" To that Prussia folded his arms and snorted. "You're the doctor, you tell me...~" Really he didn't know, still, being an uncooperative brat kinda dictated thaaaat he wasn't just going to say; 'Oh I have no fucking clue, but I've been hacking up blood and may have had a heart attack... I think it was because my country doesn't exist now~ By the way, do you have anything that could make my little bruder a bit less serious~?' Pft~ Really, that was just not happening any time soon. Still, he got the satisfaction of seeing the little doctor's eye twitch in evident irritation to the Prussian, sucked to be him no doubt. The sod didn't rise to it though, instead turning away to mess around with some crap on his bench, only to turn back with various bits of kit that evidently had some use as he tugged the Prussian around, trying to make some sense of whatever the hell was wrong with him.

"So doc, wassup with the awesome me...~?" Worried...? Yep, dreading the response. It really just wasn't something he showed, instead cocky arrogance was best~! "You should be dead for all intensive purposes, you seem to have heavily progressed tuberculosis, you're having heart pains too, correct?" Yeaaaah, no TB here~ That much he knew, whaaaatever though~ "Ja~" His awesome had probably just been to much for his poor ol' heart to bear~ "That would be down to a heart attack...." The shit... His fucking heart had attacked him, that was just low! Fuck you heart, fuck you. All he did though was shrug, he'd been told 'you should be dead' before. That was Prussia for you though, he was about as freaking indestructible as a cockroach. Pity for all the poor gits that hated him, whhhhich was probably most people actually, but in the end it worked out well enough for him. And really as far as he was concerned that was the main thing in it all, after all, he was far more important than they~! "Well fuck...~" He grunted, patting his chest, legs swinging over the edge of the bed impatiently. The doctor just scowled. "There's nothing I can do for you really, but I'd advise taking it slow, you'll end your life far sooner if exert yourself." Was he going to listen though? Oh hell no~! The idiot was judging him on the same level as everyone else, and that would mean he was normal~ Hurhur, whatever~!

Sliding off the bed he readjusted his clothes and grinned, had it not been for the rasped breathing and downright messed up way he held himself and looked he'd have seemed his normal self. He was damn good at that~ Prussia was unreliable, but you could always rely on Gilbert to be Prussia. "Yeah yeah," he paused, coughing slightly before he snorted. "See yah~" With that he ambled damn well off and out, so reaaaaaaally he needed to rest. Okay to be honest the sounded like a good idea, hmph. "Bruder...~" Looking up he slanted his eyes to the younger nation. "I do think.... We are lost.... How unawesome~" Grinning he folded his arms. Home sounded like a fucking great place right now

..... okay Dragosta may have given me muse again, but I still hate this post. Don't judge me >_0

[Germany]

     Well then, on with things. He sighed. Well this was turning out be a day really... not up to his expectations, and for obvious reasons. First he ends up here, where he wasn't really supposed to be, then he finds his brother almost dead, then he finds this man and all the information he was disclosing was just, oh he didn't know good. None of it seemed good to him. But would anything? He was a realizt, he was down to earth. If something was going to go wrong, he wouldn't be the one who would just say "it would be alright", no, he'd be the one to just flat out say "we're screwed". Was it a good thing? Eh, depending on whether you agree with that kind of personality was mostly up to personal preference. But really, he wanted to hear some "good" news, he didn't care what it was at this point to be honest, and Prussia asking things just didn't seem, well, not to say bad, but whatever he asked just seemed to take a heavy toll on either or, such as the one he asked next. But it wasn't so much it took a heavy toll, but it was just more shocking than anything.

"And what of Hitler...?"

"Shot himself..."

     He stopped for a moment before really... taking that in. Well... this was news. Well then, it seems as though they were finally rid of that psychopath. Even then though, it bothered him a bit, if only for the fact he had lost another leader, albeit one he didn't necessarily like. Though he moved on and at the end of the day it was apparent that he country was doing just fine without that crazy man, so it wasn't a big loss really, just a shift in leadership, that's all. Just shrugging it off now he continued on, not saying a word about it. He simply fiddled with the cross on his collar as he thought about it a bit. So how have things changed with his country? For better or for worse? In a sense he really did honestly want to know. He had the right, after all, he should damn well know what's wrong with himself if there actually was anything off. They stopped and Germany couldn't help but raise a brow somewhat. Huh, interesting...

"Here we are then..."

     He simply nodded to a man as a thank you and moved on with Prussia. This was damn well strange in a way, but he wasn't going to be ungrateful. He noticed the man, and in an instance it seems like Prussia's appearance gave him quite a shock. Well who wouldn't be, the platinum blond older man was covered in his own blood and in all reality could barely move right on his own.

"For the love of god, sit down before you fall down!"

"Lumpenkerl...~"

"Just... Sit down on the bed. You take a chair, I presume you're here with him."

     Oh wow, his authoritative complex almost matched Germany's, and when it came down to it, that was saying quite a bit. Though without question, he sat. If anything that was probably what Ludwig was best at. Listening to orders, even if he didn't necessarily like them. It was all part of the job, part of who he was, and he just had to live with it. He simply sat and quiet, listening to Prussia be completely uncooperative and the doctors diagnoses.

"Now then, what happened?"
"You're the doctor, you tell me...~"
"So doc, wassup with the awesome me...~?"
"You should be dead for all intensive purposes, you seem to have heavily progressed tuberculosis, you're having heart pains too, correct?"
"Ja~"
"That would be down to a heart attack...."
"Well fuck...~"
"There's nothing I can do for you really, but I'd advise taking it slow, you'll end your life far sooner if exert yourself."

     While all those were extremely serious medical ailments, they should be taken as a grain of salt. In time Prussia would get over them once everything calms down. Being put into this time so suddenly hit him hard, no doubt, but in the end it would wear off if given time. Hopefully anyway, and Germany so hoped that. It would be quite a loss, and even then, Gilbert still had enough will to continue on despite all the complications he was currently going through. With that said, he stood, and simply walked out with Prussia, thinking over things. Though, he couldn't help but think what now.

"Yeah yeah, see yah~ Bruder...~ I do think.... We are lost.... How unawesome~"

"... You just realized that?" He said, as if he couldn't believe his ears. But he digressed. "Well then, once you are in better, we will find our way back." Simple enough, wasn't it? He sighed a bit. "Knowing you, something like this won't hold you back too much..."

     Simply along the graveyard he walked, feeling rather out of place and unaware. For once he had no idea as to where he was going, and without a map or any knowledge of where he was, he was going to stay clueless. Prussia would be no better, in fact he would perhaps just complain the whole way through like an annoying little kid. Though it can't be helped. he found himself retracing his steps, something he was quite used to doing. He stopped for a moment to think, trying to think of his next course of action. He then turned right and moved on from there. Oh, no doubt Prussia would comment about that to, and about his silence and his seriousness, but with Gilbert there was seemingly no end to his complaints. The more he kept going, the more people there were in the distance, all wearing similar black garbs has that other man from before had. Odd. And yet he kept on. This was turning out to be better or worse...?

[Prussia]

"... You just realized that?"

.... Well that was ruuuude, way to make him seem like a moronic jackass... He could do that just fine on his own thank you very much~! Not that such a thing was actually a positive, but hey, it showed at least some degree of self sufficiency, riiiight? Fuck yeah! The awesome him didn't need anyone to do anything for him, he'd seen leaders fall, his country fall, but the thing he would never see fall was himself. "Nein bruder...~" He'd realized it right at the fucking start, reaaally, kinda obvious. "It was just to uncool for the awesome me to... acknowledge before." He grunted. "Being busy not dying has that effect~" In a way it waaaaaaaas actually true, he'd been rather preoccupied with a near death experience, gawd, you'd have thought mister stick up his ass would cut him some slack~ Nah, his little bruder didn't cut slack, it was a constant in life. The day Germany cut the Prussian some slack was the day something had gone terribly wrong, something that would cause even Gilbert to fret... Today was not that day~!

"Well then, once you are in better shape, we will find our way back. Knowing you, something like this won't hold you back too much..."

Couldn't they just do it now? Really, he was sick of this place, he knew well enough how possibly long it would be before he was good to go... A few hours right after a quick nap and some wurst if he could get his hands on them. The second comment made him blink though, awww, was that faith~? Was baby brother at long last starting to see him in all his badass awesome glory? It brought a metaphorical tear of joy to his face. This moment would never be forgotten... Ever. Stepping forward he tried to ruffle the younger nation's perfectly combed hair. "Did you hit your head, West...~?" Trying to tug playfully at the taller man's hair he snickered. "First worrying about me." Trying to loop the lock around a finger he'd twist it a few more times he'd tug again. "And then... totally admitting my awesome...~" With a chuckle he'd try to launch himself onto his wall of a brother's back, almost like a child demanding a piggyback, which was actually what he was doing. If successful an arm would look around the younger nation's neck so he could hold himself in place. Free ride meant less walking, less walking meant less stress... Just what the doctor had asked for~! "Don't say you didn't bruder... Heart attacks are bad even for us, ja~ But you're right... not a problem at all...~!" He was just that fucking awesome, not even America was this damn well badass. Little punk had nothing on the awesome him! "Onwards bruder....! Ja, we'll show them what germans are made of...!" If on his brother's back he'd point over his shoulder, if not well... He was still gonna fucking point forwards! Sometimes you really had to love the psychotic idiot! Kesesese~!

Twigging where they were again though he pouted, huffing before once more coughing, hawking slightly he spat of to the side, less of it spittle and more of it congealed blood... That was a good start he supposed, it was about time his body started doing what he wanted again, eugh. "Why are we heeeeere....?" Despite his hoarse voice he still got a very good whining effect. Oh look, there was a tombstone with his blood on, how freaking pleasant. "Looking for answers...mein bruder?" He huffed slightly. Going to poke West in the side of his head. "Can't we look somewhere more interesting...?" Like really, Anywhere was better than this, legit anywhere to be honest. Utterly losing interest already he'd either remove himself from Ludwig's back and sit himself in front of a tomb, a pouting like an overgrown child. Should he have missed prior then he'd just slink off to the side, sitting and once more looking like an overgrown child that had just been told no more candy unless they clean their room. This really was so uncool.... God dammit! Still... Sitting was a damn nice break~

"Well at least I don't have the threat of; 'becoming one with mother Russia, da~' as prominently," he offered out of the blue, with a vague laugh he dragged a hand over his chest. He reaaaaally needed to sleep about now. "I became one with 'Mother Germany' instead... Pft..." It sounded like a joke, just one big joke, though subtly he was far from amused. Those were his people. His people that had suffered the hunger war, his people that had been torn into time and time again, his people united under his name, his awesome name. How dare this happen. Sighing he rubbed the side of his face. It really was actually better than a lot of alternatives though. However something trouble him as he shifted against the headstone, those crimson eyes cast up. Why was he still here? If he really was gone then why was he still here? A country existed to represent its people, no people no c-- Ah~ He'd have laughed if he could be assed. Prussians really were fucking hardass bastards! God he loved them, every last one of them. He existed because they, his people, carried the proud kingdom in their blood and hearts. Grinning once more with that genuine manicness he always had he punched a fist into the air, eyes and fist opening. His people had been his saviour, hadn't they? That or it was merely because there was still distinctions between east and west... His version was better~! Awesomely closing his hand against the light of the sun it appeared almost as if he wished to catch the thing... Perhaps one day he would~! Then he'd shove the damn thing up Austria's ass for a laugh... Yep~! The world would never be rid of Prussia.

He was simply the sort to hang around forever just to piss people off.