Don't Let Me Disappear.

Finding a Way

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'Another boring meeting,' the British nation thought to himself as he left the meeting room, flicking off the lights for he was the last one out. He swiftly walked down the empty hall, whistling quietly to himself, when there was a shuffling behind him. 

"Psst," England heard if from behind and spun around, squinting his emerald eyes to see a figure outlined in the dark end of the hall. "Hey, England, c'mere!" 

He recognized the accent, it was none other than Prussia. Glancing both ways down the hall, England decided there would be no harm in answering the summon and huffed, walking towards the Prussian. When he reached him, Prussia grinned widely and backed up some to allow England some room. 

"What is it Gilbert--and shouldn't you still be in bed with your injuries?" England started, only to have a pale finger press to his lips to silence him. England blinked in surprise before looking at the Prussian questioningly. The next thing the pale ex-nation said was something England never expected to hear from his egotistical mouth. 

"Arthur, I need your help." 

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"What?!" England was shocked as the Prussian finished the story, "You're disappearing? Why didn't you tell-" 

"Shut up!" Prussia hissed, covering the Brit's mouth again,  "I don't want anyone else to hear, especially West." 

England stared quietly for a moment before releasing a sigh and nodding, Prussia removed his hand. "In all honesty, I believe your brother has a right to know, but that's merely an opinion. Anyway, how do you expect me to help you with this problem?" 

Prussia stepped back from the Brit again and glanced down the empty hall before returning his gaze at England. "You do that black magic stuff right?" 

Nervous nod from the Brit. 

"Alright, then I want you to try some on me! I'm sure you can find something that can stop the disappearing process, I don't care if it doesn't make me heal or not catch sickness like the rest of you, I just can't disappear. I can't do that to West..." he mumbled, looking off. 

"Or the rest of us, for that matter." England corrected, closing his eyes and running a tired hand through his hair. Man it was late. 

"Alright," England started after a moment, opening his eyes to look at the hopeful Prussian, "I'm not sure of a spell just yet but...with some research, I'm sure I can find something. You should come by my house soon."

Prussia smirked slightly at this, "Oh? The Brit is inviting me over to his home?~" England glared and smacked the Prussian over the back of his head, earning a little yelp and mumbled "sorry". 

"Well all my material is there anyway so you'll have to. What time? It'll have to be after the meetings. Tomorrow is the last one, then I'm off. You better come up with a sound excuse to your brother, I'd rather him not thing that we're doing something disgusting in my home." 

Prussia thought for a moment before grinning again, rubbing the back of his head. "After the meetings are over and everyone starts heading home. I'll come with you instead of going straight back to Germany's, and  I'll come up with an excuse as awesome as me!" England groaned at the statement before nodding.

"Alright, you idiot. We'll meet up after the meeting. Make sure you have a good excuse, or you'll be in for a beating." England warned, making a small turn to continue down the hall. 

Prussia laughed, watching the Brit. "Beating? From you? Don't make me horny now!~" He teased, chuckling again. England simply ignored the statement and waved over his shoulder before disappearing in the elevator, heading up to his room. 

Prussia waited until the Brit was out of sight before he started making his way down the hall towards the elevator. It was late, and since his head was still injured and a bit of his body from the previous fights in the meeting room, Prussia was exhausted. He pressed the button for the elevator and it made a little ding as it came down towards the lobby. 

That dream. He couldn't get the scene out of his head, why of all things did it have to be that memory when he was knocked unconscious? He grumbled, rubbing his temples in agitation. 

Pain.

Pain and fear is all he could think of. The elevator dinged and the large metal doors slid open. At the sound the Prussian was jolted from his thoughts, his heart racing. 

"It's just the elevator, idiot..." He scolded himself and stepped inside. He pressed the button to his floor and leaned back against the wall as it sped up, closing his eyes. 

The pain from that stretch of time with Russia after the World Wars was resurfacing, and no matter how hard he tried to push it to the back of his mind he couldn't. Another problem to add to the long list. 

Prussia stepped out on his floor and made his way down the silent hall, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. When he reached his door he immediately tried to open it, but the hotel doors lock when they close. 

"Shit..." He scrambled around in his pocket in search for the key card but remembered he left it on his bedside table in the room. With a groan, he pounded on the door trying to get Germany's attention. After he continued this for God knows how long and there was still no reply, he simply slid down the door and rested his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. 

And eventually, he slid into a fitful sleep.