Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 80

M:   Prudoria nodded and stood without a word, following Royal back to the infirmary with no comment on what happened. On the way there, the Prussian spotted Anglo and Saxon in a room they were passing, he hadn't seen the winged country since that day, he suspected Saxon was trying to keep him away from him.

As if on autopilot, he changed course and went inside the sitting area, pretty much ignoring Saxon and trying to embrace Anglo in a pitifully weak hug.

"Please don't go to the ball," he murmured, "I don't know what Prussia want's with you, but I don't want you to die. I should be the one to die, I'm not worth anything compared to you, you hold everything together. Please don't go, for both our lives, BE said I can't live if you die, and I don't want to live, not without you, Vater."

N:   Anglo was in shock for a moment, completely taken by surprise as he instinctively pulled the Prussian into a hug. For a couple of seconds, he didn't know what to do, but when he saw Saxon approaching, he gave him the death stare, daring him to come any nearer.

"Your life is a thousand times more value than mine," Anglo spoke softly, rubbing Prudoria's back, "I have lived a thousand lives but you're only just begun. You hold so much potential in the future, and many centuries to live, so don't you ever think that your life isn't worth anything because it does."

The Englishman brought the Prussian to arm length, lifting up his chin so he could see him better, "Prudoria, I have stood in the face of danger many times and Prussia is just another one. Celtica and I are the ones to announce the start of the Yule Ball, like every year for the last couple of centuries. I will go but don't worry about me; no one is going to die on that day."

Pulling him back into a hug, he held him tighter, as if he was afraid that the other was slipping away, "But now, mein Junge (my boy), take care of yourself, bitte. Can you do that for me?"

M:   Prudoria at last showed emotion, tears ran down his face as he cried into Anglo's shoulder, letting the pent-up emotions leave his system allowed his eyes to slightly fade back to silver and blue, though it was just barely.

"I will, I promise," he sniffled, "you really are like a father figure, you helped me so much when I first came here, I don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose anyone, I'm just so scared."

N:   Anglo made small hushed sounds, holding to Prudoria as he let the Prussian vent, waiting for a moment before speaking.

"I understand that you're scared, so we will put in twice the effort so that you feel safe. I promise that you will never lose me," the country whispered, "I love you too much to leave you, and you will not lose any of us. You're our family, and we love you and will live for you, and if anyone tells you anything else, they have me to deal with."

"This is the most he has ever spoken today," Royall muttered to Saxon, who was watching the interaction between the two winged countries with great interest, "he really sees Anglo as a father, doesn't he?"

Before the entity can reply, Anglo interjected, "Royal, may you tell BE that I will be speaking with him later about his decision," and when the hybrid tried to counter, her added, "I don't care about what he will tell you, I will have that meeting."

When the hybrid left in defeat, the Englishman rubbed Prudoria's head as he said, "Now, let's get you something to eat. I can hear your stomach rumble, so let's get some food in you, then we will take small steps from there. Ja?"

M:   "Ja," Prudoria said in the quietest voice, he didn't usually like to say things in German since it reminded him of Prussia, but with Anglo, he felt ok to do so. He then looked over to Saxon, he felt so horrible about what happened, even if he couldn't remember it, so he tried to give the entity a hug too.