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

A Gamble of Fate

It's almost been a week since my arrival to the east. Prussia and I did whatever we could to stay out of sight. We hid in abandoned stores, in alleyways, and even behind rubbish bins or in abandoned attics. To say the least, we were starving and beyond exhausted. We too afraid to knock on someone's door to ask for food, we were too afraid of walking on the streets, and too afraid of talking to anyone, in fear of them being spies. 

As it was, Prussia wasn't a very...normal guy in appearance. He had silver hair and crimson eyes, a quality rarely anyone possessed. Even if they did, then they were most likely sick. As for I, my eyes were distinctive, a part of my reputation. They defined me from one glance, which could easily give us away. We had no choice but to stay in hiding. 

"What do we plan to do here? We've already helped at least thirty people escape, Prussia. We need to get back to the west, where we won't be hunted." I said, patting his shoulder. At the moment, we were hidden away in an abandoned bookstore. A large shelf towered over us as we huddled in a corner, keeping us away from prying eyes. Poor Prussia and I caught fevers during our stay here. How, we weren't sure, but all we knew was that it couldn't be good.

"I know, but..." I stifled a cough, cheeks heated and feverish. "We can't help everyone, you know that." He averted his gaze, unable to meet my eyes. Silence settled over us, save for our occasional coughs and stifled sneezes. "I came here to help my people. I may not be an official country anymore, but they are still my people, as well as yours. I can't just watch, nor can I wait. I want to make use of myself, before it's too late." Prussia bitterly stated, resting his arms over his knees.

My gaze softened and I pulled him into a tight hug. "I understand, but what we need to focus on now is not getting caught while we make it back to the west. As the days go by, security tightens, slimming our chances as the Russians close in on us, giving them the satisfaction of victory. We can figure out another way, there's just too many people for us to help." 

Prussia gave an agitated sigh, contemplating on my words. "What else can we do, then?" I shrugged, unsure of what to say. "I don't know, but for now, we should at least make it back to the west." He gave a nod, slowly standing. "I have a plan, or at least I think I do." 

Prussia and I stole clothes from clotheslines, including hats or coats to blend in. We went to a river to quickly wash ourselves as well, Prussia slapping dirt over his hair to appear dirty blond.

"Okay, now all we have to do is act normal." Prussia placed a pair of glasses on and a hat. "Let's go." We walked out into the open for the first time in a week. It felt kind of good, but kind of scary all the same. I grasped Prussia's hand, stomach churning. If this went wrong, then we would permanently be screwed. 

We made our way down the streets, stopping at an old, worn looking store. The windows were a bit dusty and grimy, making it hard to see inside. The door had peeling white paint, and it was cracked down the middle, as if someone attempted to break in. The sign was so faded that I couldn't make out what it said, and propaganda posters littered the floor near the door. "Stay out here and stay quiet. I'll be out in a bit." Whispered Prussia, ruffling my hair. I nodded, knowing deep inside, I secretly jittery, secretly terrified. He gave me a reassuring smile and placed his hand on my shoulder. "I'll try to make this quick. And also, bleib ja hier[1]!" He walked in, the door shutting with an eerie creak.

I fixed my hat, carefully tucking my hair in. Since I was posing as a boy, I tried to look more masculine. It wasn't easy since I was a bit rusty, but I thought I could manage. As I finished and began playing with my coat, a duo of soldiers appeared. I tutted, turning to walk the other way. I averted my gaze to the pavement, listening carefully to their conversation. The duo were German, that I could tell instantly, but even then, I was set on edge. They could be working with Russia and his boss. I bit my inner cheek, pulling my hat lower over my face.