Don't Let Me Disappear.

German Brothers

Author's Note: My phone is being super buggy and going back and forth between letting me use autocorrect and not, so this will probably have a few annoying typos. Please try to ignore them...thanks!
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Bright, it was so bright. The light burned against Prussia's pale eyelids, invading the suffocating darkness he felt when he slept. Slept? He did not recall falling asleep, or even going to his bed. Cracking open an eye, Prussia realised he wasn't in his bed. In fact, the Victorian styled room was something he'd never seen before.

Trying to prop up on his elbows, the ex-nation began to slightly panic. The last time he remembered waking in a random bed he had been captured by Russia, and was tied to the bed to recover after all the wounds the frozen nation had inflicted upon him. He let out a sigh of relief when he realised he wasn't bound to the bed he was lying on.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Prussia froze. His attempt of leaving the bed immediately faltered then failed. His pale foot had barely managed to tap the cold wooden floor before his heart dropped to his stomach. The speaker's voice was familiar, very much so. It was filled with pain and hurt, maybe slight anger.

Germany.

Slowly, Prussia forced his eyes from the polished wood. Red met blue, and if was almost a silent battle between the two. Red pleading for this situation to be a dream. Blue begging to know the truth. After a long, agonisingly quiet moment, Prussia finally spoke up.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." He whispered. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. I didn't want you to be sad."

"You're my brother!" Germany countered, pushing off the wall he was leaning on. "I'd want to know, it's my right! What would I have done if you just disappeared one day?"

"You'd forget."

Within seconds, the younger German had crossed the room in a few long strides. His open palm had slammed against Prussia's cheek with such force it sent the albino back against the bed. He had no time to recover before Germany had a firm grip on his collar, yanking him close. His arm was trembling.

"Do not ever say that again. Never mutter those words. I'd never forget the one who raised me. Who cared for me. Don't you ever say that again." Germany's voice was wavering, seemingly on the verge of tears. Prussia's cheek stung like a bitch, a dark handprint causing his pasty skin to blossom red across his cheek. From this close, he could clearly see the anger and sorrow in his little brother's eyes. The sting in his cheek was no where near the sting in his heart. He wished he'd never kept the secret from his little brother.

However, before he could apologise, Prussia noticed a dark, purple and blue splotch under the German's eye. As he looked closer, he could see the mark surrounded Germany's left eye. "Who hit you?"

Not exactly expecting a sudden change of topic, Germany's grip on his brother weakened. Slowly, his hand fell from his elder brother's collar, resting at his side.

"They were hurting you. I came to check on you since you disappeared so suddenly after the meeting. You'd never just up and go to England's house, and I grew especially worried when you spent the night. When I knocked however, no one answered. I went around back to see if anyone was in the kitchen to let me in. Found the door unlocked. As I opened it, I heard a scream and ran towards the sound. There, I..." His voice trailed off into a whisper. "I found you and the Kirkland brothers. They were doing some kind of spell, and you were in the middle of the room. Your body seemed to be twisting in the most inhuman ways, your screams were so loud...I panicked and attacked them. Hurt Scotland since he was the main one fighting back, but eventually they got me under control...have the black eye because of it."

It all came back to him. Entering England's house, staying over, fighting Scotland. He remembered the Kirkland brothers deciding what spell to use and how to do it. He remembered following them to the basement. He rememebered his brother suddenly joining them. After that, all the Prussian could recall was terrible pain.

He remembered slamming against the concrete floor when he doubled over, the pain blossoming from his chest and spreading up through his arms and down through his legs, setting smaller 'fires' of pain everwhere it touched.

At the thought of this, Prussia slowly reached a trembling hand up to grip at his cross necklace. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he found it. Though, when Prussia glanced down at it, it seemed to be glowing. Not bright, it only seemed to have a light grey...hue. He pushed the thought to the back of his brain. It wasn't time to worry about that.

He met his brother's watery eyes again and his hand dropped from his cross and rested on Germany's firm shoulder. "I'm sorry." He was extremely sincere, his eyes focused on his brother's. "I should have told you."

Germany hadn't taken his eyes off his brother's. He was a bundle of mixed emotions: anger at his brother for hiding the fact that he was dying. Sadness that Prussia thought Germany would forget. He couldn't imagine the world without his older brother there to experience it with him.

He refused to.

After a long, silent moment, Germany's muscular arms slowly moved to wrap securely around his elder brother. In return, the elder pulled his brother into a tight hug, a hand rested on his head to ruffle his slicked back hair.

"I'd never forget about you, dumbass." Germany muttered, sincerity in his voice. Prussia felt a lump in his throat, and he swallowed it down before blinking away tears.

"Danke."