Don't Go

This Is Not How It Should End

"Hey, West!" Prussia shouted at him, holding out a long black cloak in one hand and a black hat in the other. "You used to wear this stuff?!" He asked incredulously. "So lame!!!"

Germany flushed, snatching the outfit off him, and stuffing it back into the closet. "I don't remember," he muttered back sheepishly. "And what's so wrong about wearing that?"

"No," he said. "It's more of the fact that it's so tiny! I mean, look at you now," Prussia gestured at his broad shoulders, muscled arms and bulky chest. "You're big. Strange to think about how small you were before."

"Nothing wrong with that," he answered, rolling his eyes. "Everyone was small at one point in their life."

"But it's weird to think of you so small!"

Germany gave him a sceptical look. "If I'm your younger brother, doesn't that mean you've seen me as a baby?"

"Nein," he replied. "I only first saw you after France defeated you. You weren't Germany before."

"So who was I?"

Prussia said nothing for a while, before his lips parted. "I don't know..." he admitted truthfully. Then, he opened the door of the wardrobe again, taking out the black hat. "West, you should wear it. You'll look cute with it."

He flushed. "Why would I want to look cute?"

"Because it will make Austria cry even more to get beaten by someone who looks cute," Prussia laughed and Germany winced and gave him a worrying look. "Don't look at me like that, West. You know how Hungary and I were like friends when we were little?"

"Are you kidding, Prussia? You know that I don't remember anything."

Prussia laughed. "Ja, well, we were. And then Austria comes and marries her. Then she got so mad at me when I took Silesia from him. And then she hits me with her frying pan -"

"So you're jealous of Austria because you like Hungary?"

Prussia blushed, his very pale cheeks turning red. "No..." but he didn't sound believable. "It's just Austria is the worse. He was with Spain as well. He just gets married to everyone."

"I'm pretty sure that's France, England and Spain, but you don't hate them." Prussia flushed again and Germany laughed. "Admit it, you like Hungary and you're jealous."

"If I liked her, she wouldn't be with Austria because I am much more awesome," he replied. "No, wait. I shouldn't compare him to me because he's not awesome at all."

"Well, if you've known Hungary since you were little, why don't you like her?"

"It's very complicated... I thought she was a boy," he muttered and Germany frowned at that. "You don't get to judge. She thought she was a boy too. And... I did some bad things to her and had to pray for forgiveness. I sinned a lot."

"Oh."

"I thought she was a boy and I treated her like a guy friend, and well... because she's a girl... I basically didn't act like I should have. As part of the Teutonic Knights, I'm expected to show ladies some chivalry. And I was anything other than chivalrous."

"Judging from how I've seen you act, I can't imagine you being polite to ladies either. It couldn't have been that bad, surely?" He sighed. "If you stop annoying and humiliating Austria, then she might like you more, you know? And don't even try and deny that you don't like her, because I can clearly see you do. Why do you hate Austria so much apart from this?" Germany asked, as if the solution was so easy but for some reason, Prussia just couldn't see it.

"He's a puta," Prussia replied casually, "according to Spain, and he was married to Austria so I think he knows. Urgh... no idea why Hungary likes him so much. Sometimes I bother her for fun."