Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 67

M: Prudoria was quiet, thinking about what Anglo said and trying to comprehend that two people could be equal, and neither is higher than the other.

"I'm so confused," he muttered, "I've never seen people treat each other equally before I came here, everyone back home had a master or was one of the masters, with Prussia being the top master.  I don't understand how people here can see each other as the same, though I guess BE is the top master."

"Not necessarily, no," Odrus corrected, "yes he is the one in charge but that doesn't mean he's anyone's master, in fact, there are plenty of people here who know how to pick on him for fun.  The point is that not everyone is going to be like Prussia, nor is everyone going to act like he told you they would.  You need to try to have an open mind now, kid, try to leave the past behind and start fresh, ok."

Prudoria hummed at that, feeling a bit embarrassed that he was so confused about everything, "I'm sorry I asked that, it's just hard to understand your way of life, it's all so different and complicated."

N: "Everyone has a different way of life," Anglo explained, "but the way that Prussia taught you, it's not healthy at all." He sighed before getting up from his seat, "it seems like there are going to be a lot of things that you need to learn."

The country then walked up to the other, kneeling next to his bed, "Firstly, when it comes to taking care of your wings, you need to pluck out the damaged feathers so new ones can grow in their place. Also, try to keep the feathers pointing in the same direction, smoothing them out like this." He gently ran his hand over the Prussian's wings, carefully aligning them until a section looked smooth. "You would want the air to glide smoothly over your wings, not trying to weave through like a maze, wouldn't you," the Brit lightly chuckled.

M: Prudoria flinched when Anglo touched his wings, he's only ever had Prussia touch his wings and he wasn't always gentle.  However, Anglo was very gentle with his wings, like his hands were the softest things on the planet, it was a strange feeling but a welcomed one.

"Yeah, I guess so," the Prussian muttered, "You're very gentle, Prussia was sometimes but not like you, it feels a little weird."

When Anglo plucked a feather from his wings he winced, being relatively young despite his appearance meant that he was a bit sensitive, his outward appearance may have been early thirties, but his body was still four.

"Ouch, that hurts," he whined, pulling his wing away from Anglo, "is it supposed to do that, I never had my feathers plucked, they would just fall off every year, Prussia called it molting, is it supposed to hurt to have them plucked?"

N: "Well, plucking is pulling a part of you off you, so it would hurt," Anglo answered, "and yes, molting occurs, but for now it is best to remove the feathers with literally none of it left, the rest will fall off in its own time, but at least you have some of your feathers back."

He was going to continue when the door opened, revealing Wales, who greeted everyone before saying, "Grandpa, we need you to confirm something."

Anglo nodded, "I will come in a moment." He turned to Prudoria and smiled, "Take care of yourself, and don't let Prussia dictate you anymore." With that he walked away, making a final check on Saxon before leaving with Wales.

M: Prudoria didn't really want Anglo to leave, he felt safe and wanted around him, but when Mandoria came in a little after he felt much better, it was him and Anglo that he truly trusted, two winged countries he could look to for safety and guidance.

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Elsewhere in the castle, Sofia had taken an interest in following Castile around, not for any particular reason, he was just her next victim to play around with.  She especially liked the short cape he was wearing, constantly jumping up to play with it like a cat, much to the dismay of its wearer.