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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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A phone call to Russia proved almost as frustrating as it was useful – while Russia's spy network remained as effective as ever, the big nation couldn't grasp why Prussia wanted to know: surely it was good that Germany had friends?

Poor bastard had been abused so much he had no idea what friendship meant, but he was willing to acquire the security video from the meeting for Prussia, so Prussia promised to visit next summer. No force on Earth was strong enough to make him enter Russia in winter again.

When the tapes arrived not two weeks later, Prussia retreated to his den while West worked, watching and taking careful notes of how West responded to the other nations. At least until fury wouldn't allow him to sit still any longer – then he put himself through a series of brutal training routines until he was sure he wouldn't do anything stupid.

He had no power now, nothing except whatever was keeping him from fading (Prussia had his suspicions, but he didn't want to even think them too loudly). Marching into England's house and confronting him would be nothing short of suicide, and America was a fucking superpower. He'd need to use every last bit of strategic ability he'd learned in centuries of warfare.

"You know that's not going to fix whatever has you upset this time, brother." Germany's voice held just a hint of amusement: he must have been watching Prussia exhaust himself.

Prussia finished his cool-down stretches, weary enough now that he wouldn't do anything he shouldn't. "No, but it will let me plan properly." His worst losses had always been when he'd let his emotions rule his actions – he'd learned long ago that he needed to work his body to exhaustion when he started getting angry or he'd do something ridiculously foolish. What he did in fits of overconfidence was even more foolish, but there was little chance of that right now.

The corners of Germany's mouth twitched. "Care to tell me who you plan to destroy?"

Well, it was an opening and as good a one as any other, Prussia thought. "How about I shower and we get beer, then I'll tell you."

Fifteen minutes and a quick shower later, Prussia sprawled on the sofa, a bottle of dark lager in his hand. Germany sat straight, nursing his pils with both hands, as though he expected the bottle to bite. "Well?"

Prussia smiled, not caring how vicious he appeared. "England and America," he said in a calm voice.

His brother paled, hands tightening around the bottle. "You... They'll kill you! Permanently, I mean. You..."

"Tch." Prussia waved his free hand. "You know me better than that, little brother. I'm not about to do anything silly." Not without good reason, anyway. Making himself look like an idiot so the other nations wouldn't think to look for trouble from him, that was a different matter.

Germany closed his eyes and looked away. "I don't want you to get involved in my business." He didn't get that as emotionless as he'd probably intended.

"What do your people think about the English?" Prussia asked, knowing the answer already.

The automatic snarl as Germany reflected his people's opinion was answer enough. The soft, "Arrogant, overbearing arses who think they have the right to dictate to our nation." only confirmed Prussia's knowledge.

"And Americans?"

Now the reflected emotion was more exasperation. "Clueless fools who think because it works in their place it must work that way here."

Prussia had already felt some of that, mixed in with his people's dazed bewilderment as they came to realize that everything they'd known had been based on lies. "West," he said gently, "When what's happening to you affects your people, it's not just your business."

Germany's eyes opened wide and he stared at Prussia, stricken.

Prussia set his bottle on the coffee table and opened his arms, silently offering comfort.

West's hands shook when he set his own beer down, and he stumbled over to Prussia, almost collapsing on him. "You don't think I'm weak?" he mumbled.

"Never" Prussia stroked his brother's hair, the hair that had once been so baby-soft but was now forced into its severe style with a fuck-ton of product. "You've done so well, little brother, so very well."

West shuddered, his body slowly relaxing. "Didn't want to... disappoint you... knew you had no choice over there... I had it so much better... so why couldn't I..."

"Shh." Prussia kept stroking his hair. "There's different kinds of hell, kiddo. You got one kind, I got a different one. And you've held up so strongly, with nobody to support you. I'm proud of you, you know that?"

"Shouldn't be," West muttered. "It's my fault you got dissolved."

"Ach, that was inevitable anyway." In truth, Prussia cared a lot more about that than he let himself show, but it wasn't West's fault or his doing. Not really. "I was starting to fade before that idiot Austrian shoved the knife in." Still stroking his brother's hair. "None of it's your fault, West. Bosses are bosses."

"I never tried..."

"You'd have landed in fucking Auschwitz with me if you had." Prussia kept his voice low despite what he was saying. "Why else did you think I took the suffering for you, hm?"

West shuddered again, and finally, broke.

Prussia held his brother as he'd done when West was little, rocking him – not easy now he was a great hunk of muscle who outweighed Prussia by quite a bit – and murmuring soothing inconsequentialities. That West had felt he had nobody to support him – and really, France had done as much as he could with his people still nervous as hell about a united Germany – and had carried this load so long without showing it was little short of amazing.

Finally, when West had mostly cried himself out and started to relax, Prussia said in a gentle voice, "Now, why don't you tell your big brother all about it, and then we'll decide how to fix this, yes?"

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THANK YOU for filling this! I'm not OP but I love the idea and your writing, keep up the good work!

Woah, daily updates so far? you work fast anon.

And Prussia seems so caring and lovely but so in character its just perfect.

'In truth, Prussia cared a lot more about that than he let himself show, but it wasn't West's fault or his doing' - Oh Prussia. And Germany's admitting what's happened and Prussia is trying to convince him that its not his fault. I love what you're doing so far.

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