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Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 17b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-01 10:15 am (UTC)(link)He arrived at the door to the first room. “Okay, so he has been living like a pig for the last century or so, but how bad could it really –”
The door opened with a rusty screech and revealed such a large pile of junk that at first Prussia thought he had turned a wrong corner and ended up in Romano's garage. But then he spotted a very old bed from under the broken chairs, old shelves, bags of clothes and unidentifiable items that had been piled everywhere.
“Shit,” Prussia muttered and ran a hand through his hair. “That fucker totally duped me! He let me promise I'd clean for him because he knew what a mess this was!”
It was obvious that nobody would be able to sleep in the room if he didn't first throw out all the useless garbage that had taken over. He decided that he'd first move all the furniture to the living room and ask Romano which of it could be thrown out. Most of it was broken anyway, like the shelf that looked like someone had kicked it down the stairs in anger. Some could still be of use, though, like the old chair with some nice hand-made upholstering.
He began by moving the broken shelf as it was the closes to the door, but as he tried to turn it over, something fell to the floor with a clang.
“Hey, cool! A sword!”
Prussia picked it up eagerly, but as soon as he weighed it in his hand, he realised that it was a decorative sword not meant for real combat. It was still a nice piece, even if the years of having been left to collect dust had left their mark on it. He estimated it was from the 17th century or so and wondered if it was Romano's.
Stuff like that should be showcased, not left forgotten in a dumpster. He put it back and decided he'd ask Romano if he could polish it later.
Now that he had found the sword, he lost most of his eagerness to get the furniture out and instead began to poke around the room, looking for more interesting things. He opened all the bags, emptied their contents on the floor and looked into every chest, drawer and closet. He discovered piles of dusty books with the pages falling out, letters yellow with age, old photographs of people he didn't recognise, plenty of clothes that displayed the fashion of at least the last hundred years and countless other items.
There was a nice ring and a locket with someone's hair inside. He put them aside in a place where they wouldn't get lost. Since nations lived such long lives, they couldn't hold onto everything that they acquired over the years. Only the possessions with the most important memories could be kept. Prussia still had a paper knife that had belonged to Frederick.
Among the items was something large wrapped in fabric. Prussia unwrapped it with care and discovered that it was a painting of a man wearing a uniform and holding a sword. He had no idea who he was, but it was obvious enough that the painting was of someone important to Romano's history.
His phone let out a beep as he was putting the painting away. Germany had sent him a message, asking him if everything was alright.
Hah, silly West. He was probably afraid that Prussia would fuck things up. He should have more faith in his amazing brother, Prussia thought as he sent back a quick reply.
Everything's perfect! Doing Romano's storage room cleaning for him.
Before Prussia could go back to work, he was alerted to the sound of nearing footsteps. Not soon after, Romano tried to open the door.
“Hey, I decided to come and see –”
The door hit the shelf that Prussia had placed near the entrance and wouldn't open. There was still just enough room for Romano to poke his head inside.
“What the fuck?” he snapped. “I thought you were going to clean here! You've just made a bigger mess!”
Prussia looked at everything that he had taken out and spread all over the floor and furniture.
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 17c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-01 10:16 am (UTC)(link)“They're useless pieces of crap.”
“Okay, so then I can throw them away to make some room here?”
Panic momentarily flashed in Romano's eyes. “No! I mean, it's no problem. I can do it myself later. Let's just put them somewhere else for now.”
“I get it. You don't want to show these off for whatever stupid reason, but you don't have the heart to get rid of them either,” Prussia said with a laugh. He lifted the painting up. “Who's the guy in this anyway?”
“That's Ferdinand II.”
“Should that say something to me?”
“He was one of my kings, idiot!”
Right, Romano had once had his own kingdom, too. Prussia couldn't say he was very familiar with Italian history, but he did know that both of the brothers had had their own nations before they had united into the Kingdom of Italy.
“This is a bit embarrassing, but you're going to have to refresh my memory. What was your kingdom called again?”
Romano gave the door a powerful push and managed to move the shelf to create enough space for him to squeeze through. He shot an irritated glare at the state of the room and began to collect the scattered items back into the bags.
“That depends. I've never been just one specific nation. I'm South Italy, and I've had lots of nations, often several at the same time. It's the same for my brother. We've had so many countries on our lands that it's easy to lose count of them, so we just think of ourselves as two halves of Italy.”
“Huh, I didn't know that.” Then again, maybe it wasn't so strange. He had started out as an order of knights, so he knew from personal experience that there were more ways for their kind to exist than just one.
“It's not important,” Romano said and took the painting from him. He looked like he was about to put it away, but instead he stared at it for a long time, deep in thought, before placing it on the shelf.
“I think it would look great in the living room,” Prussia suggested.
Romano snorted. “Useless junk.”
“Just because it's in the past doesn't mean it's useless. Just look at my past! It's the best! I don't see why you should keep all this hidden here if it still matters to you.” Prussia nodded at the painting. “You should tell me something cool about that guy when we're done cleaning these rooms.”
“Like we're ever going to be done at this rate. We've got three more rooms to go, and you've just made a bigger mess instead of getting anything done!” Romano took one more look at the room before sighing in exasperation. “I guess I have no choice but to help you or you'll ruin everything. So much for being the best cleaner in the world.”
“It's not my fault you've got all these things here! I love looking at old stuff.”
The more Prussia thought of it, the more he wanted to see Romano in one of his old uniforms. There was something about them and the absoluteness that came with wearing them that had always appealed to him. He knew he seemed chaotic to everyone around him, but there were some personal rules that he had been following since the Middle Ages. He had to write in his diary every day. He was not allowed to go to bed without having his shoes close.
Once they started working on moving out the extra furniture, they quickly managed to make the bedroom look semi-inhabitable again. There was a thick layer of dust everywhere, and they both agreed that the bed needed a new mattress and sheets before anyone could sleep on it.
“I can't imagine how you could have let such a mess develop here,” Prussia said as he eyed the room in distaste.
“It's my house and I can do whatever the hell I want with it!”
“But it's so... disorderly!”
“And you sound like your stupid brother when he's nagging at Veneziano. Cut it out!”
“No, I don't!”
“Yeah, you do! And now take these!” Romano tossed a bag full of old clothes at him. “Let's just take all of this crap to the basement for now. I'll sort it all out later and decide what goes to the trash and what stays.”
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 17d/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-01 10:16 am (UTC)(link)“What are we going to do about the beds? If you're going to make everyone sleep on those flea-infested dirt bags, they're going to go to a hotel anyway, and then all this hard work would be useless,” he said as they stepped into the living room. He was covered in grime, so he was expecting Romano to voice an objection when he threw himself on the couch.
Instead, Romano collapsed right by his side, probably too tired to care that they were making a mess and sitting so close.
“We're going to buy new mattresses. And you're paying half of the price.”
“What? That's not fair! It's your house!”
“And this party was your idea! Without you, I wouldn't have to replace anything!”
“It's still not fair!”
“So? I need to save money.”
“Really, you're almost worse than Austria. It's like you were actually listening to his shit presentation yesterday and taking note of his tips.”
Romano turned to glare at him. “What if I was? A lot of the things he said make sense.”
“Oh, please! He's Austria! He's totally useless. Good thing we decided not to invite him.”
“You decided not to invite him! And it's your fault Hungary is not coming.”
Prussia snorted and rolled his eyes. “Hey, I can't help that she's that attached to the loser. She'll see the light one day.”
“She's mad at you! You told her she couldn't bring 'that pianomanic pansy' with her.”
“You sound like you actually want Austria to be here!”
“I don't give a shit if he's invited or not, but you're acting like Austria is the cause of all of the world's problems.”
“Okay, maybe not all of them,” Prussia said grumpily, “but he sure is the cause of a lot of my problems! Didn't you see those glances he kept sending to my direction yesterday? He was mocking me all through his stupid presentation! The asshole is so smug that he's a nation and I'm not!”
“I don't –”
“All through our history, he has thought that he's better than me. He's not! I've always kicked his ass, even when I lost because I was the spiritual winner. But now that my name has been wiped off the map, he thinks that he has won! Just look at him, I bet he's so full of himself that he doesn't even see me as a threat anymore.”
“Of course he doesn't see you as a threat, you stupid!”
Prussia already had his mouth open to start another rant about all the reasons Austria sucked, but Romano's snap made him freeze. For a moment, he was unable to do more than stare at the other and try to process what he had said.
“Haha, because he's an idiot, right?” he asked, hoping that Romano was going to continue by stating that only stupid people like Austria lacked the sense to understand how amazing he was. But just looking at the expression in Romano's eyes told him that he was serious.
If Romano thought it was obvious that Austria didn't see him as a threat, then he probably didn't either. What if Romano thought that he was useless and behind times? Prussia knew a lot of people had to think that, but he had always figured that they were nations whose opinion didn't matter to him.
“I can't say I'm a fan of his, but Austria isn't an idiot,” Romano said. “He doesn't see you as a threat, and why should he? Nobody does!”
“Yeah, whatever, do you have any beer?” Prussia asked and jumped to his feet to go to the kitchen. He didn't want to hear any more about why Romano thought anyone wasn't taking him seriously. Just knowing that Romano was on the prissy loser's side stung. After their earlier conversation and the realisation that he was looking out for Italy, he had thought Romano of all people would understand him.
“Wait,” Romano called out after him. “Stop acting like a baby! You keep saying that Austria thinks he's better than you, but it's pretty obvious that the only person who thinks that is you!”
“What?” Prussia asked with a bark of laughter. “Haven't you been listening to a word I've said? Why the hell would I think that Austria is better than me?”
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 17e/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-01 10:17 am (UTC)(link)“Because it's the truth!”
“I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. But you sound pretty damn frightened of the possibility that it isn't.”
“Fuck you,” Prussia snarled. “What the hell got to you now? I helped you clean your stupid house and you pay me back by telling me that I'm useless and pathetic and weak and –”
“Shut up! I didn't say that!”
Prussia had seen Romano angry plenty of times, but it was different now. His whole body was stiff and his eyes so bright with emotion that Prussia almost thought he would start crying. But he had no reason to cry. He was the one twisting the knife this time.
“To me it sounded a lot like you did.”
“No. I said that Austria has no reason to see you as a threat, and that's because nobody in Europe is a threat to anyone else anymore. Not you, not Austria, not France, nobody. As much as I think they're all a bunch of shitheads sometimes, Europe is a big, dysfunctional family now. It pisses me off that you're clinging to outdated crap when you don't have to.” Romano let out a sigh and glared straight at him in a way that made Prussia's heart thumb faster. “Can't you just get into your stupid head that you don't need to be a threat to anyone?”
Of course he had to, Prussia wanted to argue. What else was there? Throughout his whole existence, his worth had been based on his military and how strong he was. He didn't know other ways to think, and he wasn't sure he wanted to, even if he was now in a constant battle with himself because he no longer possessed any of the things that had once defined him.
“Who gives a fuck about shit that stopped being relevant almost a hundred years ago?” Romano asked in a tired voice.
“I do,” Prussia replied, walking back to the couch and reclaiming his place by Romano's side. It was easy for the others to move on when they had governments, economies, diplomacy and so much more to keep them busy. He wanted to say it, but he couldn't bring himself to admit something like that. It would just make him sound pathetic.
“Then stop. You've got to have something going for you since you're still here, but you're never going to find out what it is if you're obsessed with what Austria thinks about you.”
Prussia wanted to crack a joke at that or keep the argument going, but he found himself speechless before Romano's eyes. Nobody had looked at him like that in a long time. Not like he was a nuisance or to be pitied or a relic who was alive against all odds but like they were equals, like the fact that he was there was the most natural thing in the world.
Words were failing him, and he could no longer help himself. He reached out to slip his hand behind the back of Romano's head and leaned closer until their lips brushed against each other. Romano hadn't made a sound and wasn't protesting, so Prussia dared to deepen the kiss and pry open the other's mouth.
All of his carefully scripted confessions were gone from his mind. He no longer had the capacity to think about anything but how warm Romano was against him and how his skin tasted salty because they had been working for so many hours.
Romano let out a muffled groan and pulled away from him. “What... what the hell are you doing?” he asked, a hint of panic in his voice.
“What does it look like?” Prussia asked and tried to dive in for another kiss, but Romano turned his head away.
“Yeah, well, cut it the fuck out because –”
“Aww, don't be like that again! It's going to work out this time! I want you, and I know you want me, so what's the problem?”
“What?”
“Yeah, I know that you still have the hots for me. I heard what you said to Italy in the men's room yesterday and –”
“Have you been stalking me, you fucker?”
“No! I just happened to be there, so I decided I'd take the chance to find out what's going on with you. I've been trying to figure you out all this time, but you're just so impossible. I don't understand what's going on in your head at all.”
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 17f/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-01 10:17 am (UTC)(link)“No, no, that's not it! I didn't lie about anything!”
“Yeah, like I'm going to believe a guy who first steals my private journal, keeps it as his fap material, thinks I'll sleep with him just because, fakes an apology and tells me it was a mistake but then keeps manipulating me into trusting him and tries the whole damn thing all over again!”
Oh, fuck, this was going straight to hell again, Prussia realised. He really should have stuck to his original plans.
“Romano, come on. I do want you. For real.”
“Oh, I have no trouble believing that, asshole. But I have standards, and you're below them.”
“What? But you said –”
“It doesn't matter what I said to Veneziano! I told you before that I don't want this, and you wouldn't listen!”
“But –”
“Just get the fuck out.”
It was the defeated tone of Romano's voice that made Prussia swallow the rest of his arguments. He wanted to tell him that he was wrong, but he suddenly didn't know what to think anymore. Just a moment ago, he had been so sure that Romano would accept him, but now he was telling him that he didn't want him. He couldn't bear to hear that, not after he had been so sure everything would work out.
“What about the party?” he asked.
“I'm going to tell everyone it's cancelled.”
“But won't you at least let me explain? Because you've got everything totally wrong. I didn't want to –”
“I don't want to hear another word out of you. Get out of my house or I'm calling the cops. It's not like you could resist them because a loser without a country doesn't have diplomatic immunity!”
“Fuck,” Prussia muttered, trying to ignore how deep mere words could cut. “Fine, if that's what you really want! But I'm warning you, this is your last chance! Because after this, I'm not even going to glance at you, and then one day you'll realise what a great catch you lost, but then it's going to be too late!”
He wasn't entirely sure what happened after that, but later when he was sitting on the bus to the airport, he faintly recalled slamming the door of Romano's house shut and kicking the front steps in irrational anger before marching away. The throbbing pain in his toes certainly supported that memory.
Even though he was exhausted from the morning's meeting, the flight to Rome and all the cleaning, he was planning to catch a late flight back home. He couldn't stay in this country anymore, especially on Romano's half of it. Every breath he took made him feel like he was choking on his feelings.
A couple of hours later, he wrenched open the door to Germany's house and stomped past his bewildered brother who needed almost twenty seconds to find his voice.
“Prussia, what are you –”
“Not now, West!”
He had kept himself more or less together on the way back to Germany, but as he stepped on the stairs leading down to the basement, he wondered if it was okay for manly men to bury their face into their pillow and cry. He hoped yes because that's what he felt like doing.
However, all such thoughts soon left his mind when he realised that there was a man dressed in a toga sitting on his bed and reading his porn magazines.
OP IS FIRST TO COMMENT?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-01 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)PLOT TWIST! Just when I was scared they were going to get stuck again...Nonno, fix this with your amazing...amazingness.
Also typical Prussia, not realizing he was just digging deeper with everything he said, lol. But he just couldn't resist kissing him, could he? Romano was adorable<3
But my favorite part of this chapter was the beginning with Prussia going through Romano's stuff - yeah, I can see Romano just throwing around his past glories pretending he doesn't care but getting oh-so-nervous when somebody threatens it...And I just really liked the atmosphere with the two of them doing something concrete together and bonding over it.
Now I have to go get psychologically ready for tonight's game (Spain - Italy, wooohoo) but still thank you for your awesome fill and keep going!
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 17f/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-01 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)Also, you have all of my headcanons. I almost died when I read the diplomatic immunity line. I can’t recall ever seeing it explicitly called out in a fic before, but I always kind of assumed that’s how it worked.
I totally didn't see that ending coming!
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 17f/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-02 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)i love this story, it is wonderful how you deeply described the characters and their feeling!
who's the man in a toga?? am i the only one not cachting it??
A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-07-02 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 17f/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-02 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)