Blossom (A 2p! PRUMANO - Hetalia FanFiction)

| Day Two |

"What do you mean you're not paying me?!" Flávio screeched at the Blonde Brute.

"You weren't at the house for ever an hour. You poked around, attacked my brother, and than ran out," Siegfried said, disappointment in his voice.

Flávio crossed his arms, and turned his head away.

Stupid...Germans...

"Tell you what," Siegfried started, waiting until Flavio's gaze turned towards him, "I'll give you another chance."

Flávio raised an eyebrow.

"And pay you double of what I originally promised."

Flávio smiled. He liked that idea. He liked that idea a lot.

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Flávio entered the house for the second time. The discomfort immediately overwhelming his body as he stepped in. He slid off his boots, and packed them into the bag he forgot the day before. He picked up the bag, and made way for the stairs. After reaching the second floor, he paused at the bottom of the spiral staircase. He groaned.

Here goes...

Flávio climbed the stairs, and pushed open the attic door. The apartment appeared to be, exactly the same as the day before. Flávio dropped his bag off on a side table, and started towards that living room area once more. He stood in the middle, and turned around in a circle.

"S-Siegmund?" He called out.

A figure peeked out from around the corner, and raised its eyebrows.

Flávio huffed.

"What are you doing, Bastard?" Flávio groaned, sauntering up to him, "You should be outside or something. I mean," Flávio poked at Siegmund's hand, "Look at that pale skin. It probably hasn't seen the sun in months - years!"

Siegmund rolled his eyes, and went back around the corner. Flávio followed him to his room, and watched as he flopped onto his bed. Flávio shook his head, and walked over to window. He pulled open the curtains, letting the sunlight pour in.

"No, no! Get up! Come on, it's too late in the day to try sleeping in," Flávio said, turning towards Siegmund.

Siegmund had his hands over his face, and was looking at Flávio through the slits between his fingers.

"Come on!" Flávio shouted again, nudging Siegmund, "Get up - I'll make us some lunch."

Flávio left the room, and headed to the kitchen. After exploring the kitchen, he decided to make a dish that would suit this German-Bastard - Wurst. Luciano had Flávio perfect the art of making it, in case Siegfried wasn't around to make it for him. Flávio decided to make pasta, and sprinkle it on top. As he cooked, he could see Siegmund in the living room, writing something on the white-board-wall.

When he finished, he slapped it into two bowls, and walked over the Siegmund. He thrust the bowl at him.

"Here, Prick. Food."

Siegmund accepted it, and eyed it wearily. He picked up a fork, and starting twirling the spaghetti on the end. Flávio rolled his eyes, and turned towards the board.

It read:

"I don't think we properly introduced. I'm Siegmund."

Further down the board, read:

"Are you always this talkative? Because that could be a problem..."

Flavio's nostrils flared.

"Problem?!" He exclaimed, turning towards the Prussian.

Siegmund was eating his meal in small, savoring bites. Seeming to enjoy the food very much. Siegmund shifted the bowl to his right hand, and grabbed another marker. He pushed the cap off between his index and middle finger, and held the tip to the board. He seemed to hesitate, and looked back at Flávio, who was still staring at him through slits. After a moment of intense staring, Siegmund finally wrote a response.

"I can't speak."

Flávio's eyes widened, "What do you mean you can't speak?!" He exclaimed.

Siegmund felt something tighten in his chest as he wrote.

"I'm mute."