Europa, Europa: Hetalia Brother! Prussia And Brother! Germany X Reader

War Spreads Like Disease

August 13, 1861

I landed on the east, dropping to the dirt as soldiers began to open fire. I could't spare a moment's waste, I needed to find Prussia. I army crawled away, giving a strong push of my arm. I stumbled to my feet, breaking into a sprint down a street and nearly skidding into a wall. I rounded a few corners, turning this way and that. If I wanted to find Prussia, then I needed to do this fast, and without getting caught.

The soldiers chased after me as I attempted to get them off my tail. I rounded another corner, feeling an arm sharply pull me into a building. I let out a small yelp, the front door closing with a click. A man no older than his early twenties stood before me, locking the front door. His dirty blond hair was combed to the side neatly, bright blue eyes holding a seriousness to them. He gently pulled me to his living room, beckoning me to take a seat on his sofa. I furrowed my brows, refusing to do so.

The silent man pulled back his curtain, just enough so he could get a glimpse of the outside. An unsettling silence filled the room as I fiddled with my Iron Cross. Only now did I realize I've forgotten my scarf at home, one of the only means of comfort I really had in times like these. At least I had my Iron Cross.

The man closed the curtain shut, letting out an exhasperated sigh. His hands fidgeted together as he sat on the opposite side of where I stood. "Sorry about that. You must have a lot of audacity to get a whole platoon after you, kid. I recommend caution around those idiots." The man flicked a stray piece of his hair.

"I'm Henry Davie Horst, it would have been nicer to meet you on better circumstances." I felt persuaded in sone way, as if U could trust this man...

Without a second thought, I introduced myself. "(C/n). Nice to meet you." Immediately, I regretted saying that. All trust I thought I could give dispersed, for that would be foolish and a big mistake. What if he was a spy for the Soviets? He could turn me in or try to steal information from me!

I bit my lip nervously. "You're a personification? Wow, I've never met one before!" He gave a small, warm laugh. "Were you being chased because you tried to escape?" I didn't answer. If he turned out to be a spy, then he would deliver the information to Russia or his boss, and then I'd be dead meat because my boss would find out.

William's expression softened. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's alright. I shouldn't have been so nosy, sorry." I shook my head. "It's alright..."

William sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I've been attempting to escape this place. It's a Commie shithole, huh? All I want is to get back to my sister and finally escape." William placed a hand on my shoulder. "You should too." I bit my lip, shaking my head. "I can't." I replied, playing with the hem of my dress. "Why? Soldiers are probably putting up wanted signs, probably waiting to claim you as their prize! The Russians are monsters, they will skin you alive. Come with me and I will show you a way I figured to get out."

I got a distant look in my eyes as the face of my beloved brother appeared in my mind. I was gambling my own life on the one notion, one hope that Prussia was here. It was the only reason, the only thing keeping me from relaxing or resting. I was suddenly less weary of him, my own worry clouding my thoughts as I looked William in the eyes. "My brother went missing a few days ago, and I can only assume he's here, on the east. He isn't the type of man to give up without a fight, so I bet he is probably smuggling people to the west." I stated, crossing my arms.

"What does he look like?"

I placed a finger on my chin, recalling every detail I could think of; from the way he talked and from the way he laughed. "He is about this tall. Short, silvery hair and wine coloured eyes. He is pale and usually seen doing dangerous activities." William's eyes widened for a split second. "I saw a man just like that a day ago! He was smuggling people over the wall, helping them climb over while everything is still under construction. Your brother is a smart man, but he was nearly shot in the head!"