towerofanimus | What goes BUMP in the night

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What goes BUMP in the night

Characters: Prussia and Hungary/ open
Setting: In the darkened corridors of the dorms
Format: Prose?
Summary: The power's gone out, so Prussia is scouting to try to find out why this is.
Warnings: TBA

After the power had gone out, and had been out for longer than a few hours Prussia had given up on waiting around in his room and speculating on what had gone wrong in the tower. But once he was out in the hallways, armed with his sword, was when the sense of foreboding started in. It wasn't the dark that had him worried, he'd grown through the centuries where campfires were the only source of light and being in the dark was more than just a literal sense of the word. It was the movement he'd noticed in the shadows, vague humanoid shapes that'd vanish when he'd turn to peer into the murky darkness. Yet he swore he knew the silhouette of the figures that disappeared.

What had disturbed him more had been the voices that he'd sworn he'd heard calling his name and whispering close to him. Brandishing his sword he looked around into the darkness, this was much too strange for him.

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Naturally she would never confess to herself or anyone about how worried she was about others, of course Prussia as well since- well he and Germany seemed to be the only males left of the Nations. Naturally, this meant Prussia had his pick of the litter but...she didn't dwell. She loved Austria and Prussia loved only himself and getting whoever he could. And that was that.

So wandering the corridors, Hungary had her frying pan at home hand to use it as a weapon whenever she saw fit but soon enough, she noticed a menacing presence behind her. Slowly, the Nation turned and held out her frying pen in front of her. "Who's there?"

He knew that voice, he'd heard it for centuries but the tone in it was what worried him slightly. Though he'd never admit it, ever. Keeping his sword up and ready he slowly made his way through the dim of the corridor. He wasn't dumb he knew Hungary had her frying pan with her because she always had it with her.

Moving closer he caught the vague silhoutted form near a doorway that he sword was her.

"Liz?"

Oh jeez, wonderful. The one voice she had somewhat hoped NOT to hear. "What the hell are you doing down here? Shouldn't you of stayed in your room to make sure you kept safe?" She asked him with just a hint of bitterness and worry laced together in their usual potion of words.

"I can't- even begin to see you in this stupid darkness." She frowned with her frying pan held close to her.

Prussia rolled his eyes and stepped closer in the gloom, appearing like a ghost due to his paleness in the dark. His sword held close and wicked sharp as he moved close enough he could roughly make her out.

"Trying to turn on the power, or figure out what the fuck keeps calling my name."

In the dark, his paleness did seem a little useful. It was almost like he were a glow worm, giving the faintest bit of light in the darkest of places. "Stay away from voices that call to you that you don't recognize. No good can really come of that." She said in his direction before she turned her head and continue step by blind step down the corridor with her hand on the wall for guidance.

"Hey, where are you going?" he called out and went after her, looking over his shoulder when he heard his name again. "...Liz please tell me that was you behind me..." he asked, voice a little edgy even though his knuckles were white on his sword.

"...No. I'm in front of you, idiot. I'm trying to find the stairs. There has to be a maintenance room somewhere on one of the levels that controls the power here. Or some sort of power grid at least." She huffed, her hip knocking in to door handles of rooms in the process where she only would give a minor 'ow' 'damnit' 'crap caught...' 'stupid knob'.

"You should go back to your room and keep safe, Gilbert." And there was that worried yet sort of commanding tone of concern.

"What are you doing? And like hell I'm going back that way with the fucking creepy voice. Plus I have a sword and all you have is a frying pan, I think my weapon will win. Just saying." he commented and looked over his shoulder, not noticing she'd slowed down in front of him fast enough.

Smacking into her at a full on walk he swung his arm out as quick as possible so the blade wouldn't slice her.

"You've obviously never really seen me in battle with this then. I can knock out 5 guards with a frying pan while they have their 'swords'." She said with a roll of her eyes before turning to look behind her blindly in the dark, stopping where she was moving.

About to turn around to say something back to him, she felt his chest bump hard in to hers and gasping, took a tumble backwards while pulling him down on top of her since well- he was the only thing to really grab on to at the moment.

"Ack!" Putting his hand out near her shoulder had been a poor plan as his wrist gave out under both of them and his sword knocked clean out of his hand. Without his arm he landed full force on top of her, winding himself in the process and smacking his head into hers.

"Fuck, ow, fuck."

"Ow! Jeez, sonuva bitch.." She held her face with her hands, despite him still being on top of her, and let out a small groan of pain from the front of her face and the back of her head now in throbbing pain. "Ugh, stupid. STUPID. darkness." She hissed, giving up on even trying to get up out of a situation like the one they had found themselves in.

"You're telling me, fuck you have a hard head... or was that the floor?" He tries to pull himself back onto to realize she's lying on his arm, which is in incredible amounts of pain from how she's lying on it.

"I think my wrist might be broken. Shit." He doesn't help his situation by trying to get up and only managing to put a hand on her chest before he freezes. That was exactly what he had been trying to avoid, even if it did feel nice.

About to retort with something, Hungary's voice was soon enough caught in her throat when she felt his hand begin to touch her chest. Gasping just a bit, she blushed bright despite the darkness. "H-Haa. W-What are you...doing Gilbert?" She asked with an oddly- girly voice.

"Please hurry to remove your hand." She strained, chest already heaving under his touch from awkward furious and- odd enjoyment.

"Trying to get up?" he said quietly, then realized how badly that probably sounded with how they were. He had to admit, it was half awkward and half entertaining the reaction he had managed to get from her.

Being the ass he was he gave Hungary's chest just a bit of a grope before having to lay on her and shift his arm down to touch the floor before he could hold his weight off of her. He knew Liz wasn't delicate in any sense but with his one wrist screaming in pain at him from where it was twisted under her, to have his extra weight there would be brutal.

"A-Ah..damnit Gilbert." She groaned against when he groped her again and her hands had come up to try and push away his hands and his face from her while blushing furiously all the while. Finally feeling the weight of his wrist under her, she moved quickly quickly to push herself up off of him only to smack her head again with his to the point of a near kiss that just made her freeze.

"...was that a groan?" he asked, cluing in as to just how close her lips were to his and the fact he was sure she was close enough to tell his face was more red than white even in the dark. The fact that her forehead hand managed to get him in the bridge of his nose and was burning only half mattered.

He wished he hadn't moved his hand from her chest, wondering exactly what that groan had meant. It certainly hadn't sounded like an irritated one or one of frustration.

"S-Shut up." She shot to him while she tried to figure which way would be good for her to roll and get up but even still in the dark it was almost hard to tell which way up and which way was down. Needless to say that it was getting just a bit dizzying.

"Hurry up and get up." She told him while reaching out blindly to try and find her frying pan.

"Is that a stutter I hear from you Liz?" He couldn't help the smirk, he was extremely curious as to the reaction he was getting and leaned forward fractionally more to try to judge the distance between them.

It was when her searching hand grabbed his damaged one that made him start with a grunt and cringe against her. He knew he'd certainly done damage to his hand with how much that hurt from her just touching his hand.

"I said be quiet!" She said again, nearly bashing her head against his as she moved around to feel her way through the situation only to feel the swollen skin of his wrist.

"You sprained it?" She blinked, using one hand on his chest to push him back so she could sit up rather than roll. "Hurry up and get off of me, damnit."

He gave up and leans back, so he was sitting up on his knees and attempted to pull his wrist back to himself. "I don't know if it's sprained or broken, feels more broken." he said while attempting to move it and only getting sharp pains and few movements from it.

"Where the fuck is my sword?" after moving away from her he felt around on the cold tile until he managed to find the heavy object and retrieve it. Luckily it was his right hand that was sprained and not his left so the sword was still easy to hold. "You alright?"

"Violated but fine. Just make sure you don't shatter your wrist more than it is." She huffed while her hand ran along the wall and she slowly stood up. Huffing, she smoothed out her dress and tried to remain normal and not flustered from what just happened. Thank God for the dark.

"Come on...my room's not too far from here. I'll try and wrap that wrist for you before it gets worse." She said while feeling her way past him to go back the way she had came.

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Because I love awkward situations with these two.

It's more or less hilarious.

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