((Cover art belongs to me. My Own AU. Feel free to use it in stories but credit me.))
When Germany is sent off to boarding school and his roommate happens to be Russia, someone that he has been told to despise all his life, will they get along?
I followed Czechoslovakia and Romania as they argued between themselves, and I sighed as I ran a hand over the walls. It had those horrible marks of his all over the walls, and without even looking at Germany I could tell he was uncomfortable. I eventually slowed down and walked beside him. Austria-Hungary had to turn back to the school to keep patrolling with his patrol mate, so he was alone. He was looking up and looking back down at his phone, texting someone who was texting back in some form of broken English and seemingly not caring that I was looking at them interacting.
"Should I even need to guess zat you'rrre talking to Rrrussia?"
"Canada too. He zaid Ruzia is on zee ferge of freesing zee vole room."
"Yeah, his poverrrs tend to be little unkontrrrollable whenever he's on pains of him. Out of 15 childrrren, my only biologikal one is one vith pains."
"I'm glad zat I vas zublied vith bain meds...I don't know if I vould pe valking if it vasn't for vadeffer zey are giffing me on top of zee schtantard meds." I nodded and he put his phone away before looking at the walls, staring at the floor immediately afterwards. I rubbed his shoulder, and caught up with the other two before speaking again, feeling the awkwardness between them.
"You know, svastika used to be used all over. It still used in some kountrrries zat have high Hindu population, including India. It's supposed to signify good luck and prrrosperrrity, but yourrr father turrrned rrright-facing svastika into symbol of terrrorrr and facist rrregime. Rrreligious hijanking, if you vill." I patted his shoulder again and fixed his cloak, which relaxed him a little. "And anyvay, if yourrr father vas herrre, ) I vould have smelt him, and b) I vould love to beat his ass again." I heard a chuckle and smiled. My job was done, at least for now. "Kome on now. Ve still have much to valk until ve get to yourrr house, and ve should be able to crrrash zerrre tonight."
"I'm guezing zeze tunnels uzed to pe mein fazer's hiteout?"
"Zey actually used to be Rrreichtangle's hideout but Zirrrd RRReich took zem over prrretty much as soon as he vas borrrn."
More walking, but this time it was not quiet. The three of us Olders were chatting comfortably amongst ourselves, with Germany half listening and half chatting with Russia and Canada again.
Meanwhile, back at the bunker of confusion and a lot of people suddenly getting pains.
--Russia's POV--
I hated this. The fact that I couldn't control my magic, and also the fact that only Canada could now stand upright in the room without falling over. It was almost a literal icebox, the ice was about half a metre deep ((for my liberia, myanmar and USA friends, that's about 19.6 inches)) and most countries in the bunkers barely even saw snow, never mind ice. The blanket around me was for comfort at this point, and I was surprised that my phone wasn't freezing. Germany left the chat and I sighed and put my phone on charge before laying down, ignoring the pains that shot up through my body by moving. I stared at the ceiling, pulling the corners of my blanket up to my face as I thought over what my father had talked to me about whilst Germany was getting fitted for his gear and a better prosthetic. He had taken my hands and tried to warm them as he spoke.
Son, I know that I haven't been the best of fathers. I just have a few things to say before I am sent out with Germany: look after your foster brothers and sisters, like you used to before I started being a father. I hate how this has turned out but it is important that Third Reich is brought back and secured properly this time with his powers stripped. We cannot have a repeat of last time. Poland is safely locked down here, but he could potentially start going after humans. They already have history in their books, they don't need what they would call another World War. Make sure Ukraine is fine, though I have a feeling that Kaz, Canada and Poland will look after him. And eat plenty. And yes, Germany will be safe with me. I can't let anything happen to my son's 'best friend', can I?
My phone buzzed, and I immediately slithered over to it and checked it, finding myself smiling a little at his texts. I hated admitting when someone else was right, but this time I found myself agreeing with my father. I had fallen for him, though just yet I didn't know how badly. I responded to his texts as quickly as I could, mainly reassuring him through text since he couldn't ring me until he got to his house. It was very quiet, even though he didn't talk much and he was quiet when he talked, being easily talked over even by Canada, who made sure to have an innocent persona. And whenever he did talk for long periods of time, it was always something philosophical. The last one I remember him talking about was something to do with technology and ideal governments. It was interesting to say the least, that and I fell asleep halfway through it. Not because of the topic, but because his voice was relaxing. Think David Attenborough, but more high pitched and more German. Definately a slow speaker, making sure to think his words through before talking.
I shook my head, trying to clear my head of Germany before going right back to thinking about Germany, but this time in worry. What if Third Reich or his followers were waiting back at the old house? What if they were waiting in the tunnels? What if Austria-Hungary's powers were not enough to off-balance Third Reich's?! So many questions swam around, and I groaned and hit my forehead a few times. This was starting to get annoying. I wished I could keep a straight mind, but my mind bounced from one question to the next, one worry to the next. It hurt but I couldn't pull myself out of the spiral, until suddenly everything went dark.
Oop he passed out-
This piece I like to call: being lazy and just doodling without actually thinking out a battle strategy.
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