Fixed~PruCan

Chapter five

I just couldn't stand it anymore.

All they did was fight! And fight, and guess what? FIGHT. I didn't want to deal with this any longer. It was terrible, and I STILL couldn't do anything about it. I felt mostly lost, and it felt like I was always the one to pick up the pieces afterwards.

It was especially hard during the first week I was there. There was so much tension in the air. I hated it. There was never any tension before, but I guess it happened because of the fight obviously. Papa Francis tried to make everything better, but gave up after the fifth or sixth fight, and we were only there for three weeks.

I tried to stay out of the house as often as I could, but it was never enough. Even if it was only for a few minutes, just like to throw out the garbage or something, it STILL wasn't enough.I was scared to leave though, because I didn't want to leave Papa France or Alfred, but I wanted to feel safe again.

I know it's selfish, and I'm sorry for that, but I'm sure you felt unsafe once or twice even if you were in your own home too. I don't mean to be a wimp about this eh? But I just needed to leave.

The fighting became so worse that independence kept ringing through my mind a few times. I wasn't ready to become independent yet though! I was only a hundred and sixty for goodness sakes! (Sixteen to you mortals).

Papa said he didn't become independent until he reached his two-hundredths, so I wanted to wait, but I was so scared of Papa Arthur though, and it felt like it was the only option at the time.

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I decided to go for a walk to clear my head, you know, just to get out of that retched house and focus on only things I need for my country and myself. If I truly was going to become independent, I would need to sort out provinces and such. So I walked and walked, and I didn't even notice I was already half-way across town.

I was surprised to how far a person could walk if they were too stressed to notice, so I kept walking until I found a familiar street. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the familiar Prussian flag on the front lawn, and the mailbox that said, "Beilschmidt" in red bold letters on the side of it.

I gulped and walked to the white door and a brass knocker. I knocked once, "Oh well! G-Guess nobodies h-home." I said quickly and practically ran to the end of the driveway before hearing the door open.

"Birdie? Oh hey! Birdie!" I hear him call in his familiar Prussian voice as I froze. "Vhat are you doing 'ere! Couldn't stay away from me eh?" He said as I turned back around to a smirking Gil.

"Uh....H-hi." I stutter as I see his blood red eyes. His smirk turns into a grin and he beckons me inside. I walk back up to the porch stiffly and walk over the threshold in to the house.

"So vhat brings you 'ere Birdie?" He asks as he sits down and pats the seat beside him. I sit down on the couch beside him stiff as a board and look down, "Just....I was j-just in the n-neighbourhood, that's a-all." I stutter out again.

I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. "Birdie, you live all zhe way across town, you missed me. Admit it." He said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

I tensed and shook my head. "I-it wasn't intentional to c-come over Gilbert." I say not wanting to meet his eyes, "I...I just couldn't stay in t-that house a-anymore." I say as I feel tears forming and I start to cry.

"Birdie? Are you crying?" He asks and he tilts my chin up and studies me. I pull away quickly and wipe away my tears. "N-no. Not at all." I say shaking my head.

"Do you vant to talk about it zhen?" He asks trying to meet my eyes. I sigh and nod. "I guess...." I mutter and start to explain what happened.

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