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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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.

He snorted and took a few steps when his foot caught on something and he tripped, catching himself before he ended up crashing into her again he cursed loudly and tried to make out what it was that he had tripped over.

Gently tapping his sword against it he realized it wasn't a small object and reaching down he realized that it was, in fact, a body.

"...Liz, let's get back to your room, fast." his voice held a tint of anxiety as he stood and moved to where he knew she was standing and touched her shoulder gently. He didn't want to know who it was lying prone in the hallway but it filled him with a sense of dread of what could be lurking in the darkness around them.

Hearing the clank of his sword and his trip, she glanced over her shoulder in the dark and blinked while taking the bottom of his shirt with her hand so she could tug him with her.

"What? What happened?" She asked, hearing the anxiety in his tone only to worry a bit more and knit her eyebrows in frustration. "What is it?" Though knowing that it was a tone she rarely heard from him, she made her way and touched each door knob in hopes of finding the one that she tied her ribbon on. "Fine fine, I'm going as fast I can go."

"There was a body on the floor, couldn't tell who it was in this amount of darkness but it was a body." he muttered, keeping his sword at the ready to defend themselves while Liz tried to find the doorknob to her room.

That was when he started hearing the voice again, coming from the area that they had left behind. Yet this time it was closer, seeming as if whatever it was was breathing down his neck.

"Liz?" the pitch in his voice increased slightly as he froze then swung his sword out into the darkness. It met nothing, causing him to unbalance slightly and take a step closer to Hungary.

"A bo--A BODY?!" She yelled while she looked back around in the darkness. "Why are you just leaving it t-what if they're hurt and need help!?"

Despite her own loudness, she heard the voice as well and straightened herself up with owlish eyes blinking. Was there someone else - alive - there with them? Eyes glanced up towards what she thought was Gilbert only to feel awkward with him coming up behind her like that. Even still in moments of life threatening danger she hated to be in awkward situations where he was physically too close for her to comprehend.

"S-Stop coming up so close. I'm looking for the room as fast as I can." She shot to him before brushing by a knob that quickly had the door swing open. Such a rush made the Nation lose her footing and tumble forward in to her room.

Prussia was already irritated at not being able to find anything in the dark and acting like a scared mouse. He was about to turn and say something to Hungary when it felt like something was trying to smother him. In that moment he panicked, trying to reach into the darkness for whatever it was that was seemingly pulling all of the oxygen away from his lungs.

What little of his vision he hand in the dark blotted in front of him and he dropped his sword, ignoring the loud clatter he tried to take a few steps and get away from whatever it was.

There was that strange sense of protection that she had for him ever since they were children together. She fumbled back up despite the dark and despite knocking her wrists, arms, body in to anything to reach out in to the darkness and grab a hold of his shirt.

Tugging quickly, she attempted to pull him in to her room not so that they'd be safe so much as she wanted to keep him from being hurt by whatever was out there. She was putting herself in the middle so whatever was hurting him would have to go through her first to get to him. "Get in here!" She yelled as she pulled him to her while fumbling out with her foot to try and kick the door shut behind them.

With how little oxygen is had it was easy to pull him back so he staggered into the room with Liz and collapsed onto the floor of her room. Whatever it was had let him go the moment he had crossed over the threshold and into her bedroom. Whatever it was called to him, sounding like a lost child from the hallway. But all Gilbert did was try to breathe, feeling his lungs and chest burning from not being able to move for those few short moments.

Quickly, she pulled him on top of her while she tried to catch her own breath from the adrenaline of the moment. The thought of losing him was still one that Hungary faced daily and could never bring herself to admit that it would one day happen. She wouldn't allow it not even if it killed her as well.

Her hands moved to his face to cup it while she looked over him in the dark of the room, keen hearing honed in on listening for steady breathing. "Gilbert...Gilbert are you alright...?" She asked with no hint of hate, irony or sarcasm; nothing but pure concern for someone she cared for deeply.

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Because I love awkward situations with these two.

It's more or less hilarious.

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