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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"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.

It took him a moment before he'd managed to get his lungs working again and just lay on her. "Think so" his voice was rough like something had been around his neck when it had seemed like nothing at all had been touching him.

"You alright?" he asked and coughed before grunting because the motion hurt to d anything more than just breathe for a moment.

Not answering him just yet, she smothered his face to her breasts as she hugged his head with her head on top of his. She pressed a kiss to his temple and finally relaxed whens he heard he was alright. "Don't you ever worry me like that again." She said bitterly while pushing his hair back from hsi face.

"Not like I was trying to smother myself" he grumbled from her chest. He wasn't going to lie, this was a very comfortable place to be and decided that he didn't care if it might've been a bit awkward it was comfortable right then.

But he didn't make a move to get up, enjoying the hands in his hair much too much. But that might've been his oxygen starved mind.

"You didn't answer me Liz."

"I should be the least of your worries." She said with a frown while continuing to hold on to him and stroke his hair. Carefully, she leaned back to the wall to support herself which allowed him to lay on her a bit more comfortably. This was one of the rare times she'd allow him to ever be that close to her chest.

"You're really okay now, right?" She asked quietly after a moment of hearing nothing but their breathing in the dark and the possible sounds of foot steps and whispers outside the door. Whenever that would happen, her grip would turn just a bit tighter on him, protectively so. "If you're tired, rest. I'll stay up.."

"Call it chivalry or something that I'm asking then." he muttered and continued to lie against her. Whatever it had been had taken any energy he had right out of him, it felt like he'd gone through a major war in the short period of a few moments.

"I think I am, but I haven't been this tired since the end of the second world war." he didn't comment on how she'd tighten her grip with the voices called or noises came from outside of the bedroom door. He didn't think he could deal with an argument right then between them, let alone the darkness was so complete that it set him on edge.

"It sounds like violent spirits." She frowned as she looked towards the direction of the sounds. "Romania and I would tease about who could stay in a haunted castle the longest in our lands. Neither of us made it too long after hearing things like this." More so she also wished she could of thrown Romania to the spirits and made a mad dash to safety.

Her grip loosened when the noises stopped and her hand moved to the back of his head to hold him closer to her chest while brushing through his hair in hopes of soothing him. "Where's England when you need him, hm? We could just throw him at them and they'd probably do his bidding and get us out of here." She jested.

"Whatever they are, they're not fucking friendly." he sighed and coughed, giving into the temptation to just stay with her and setting his arms around her hips for more ease.

"I doubt even England could control that shit, but at least he could tell us what was going on." he grumbled and fought a yawn. Whenever she started petting him he could feel himself relax a bit more. He'd never admit it but he actually liked having his hair played with.

"Most violent spirits aren't. They enjoy sucking energy of living beings to help manifest themselves." She said quietly while she looked down at him as he got a little more comfortable on her. At the moment, she didn't mind at all, just as long as she kept him safe from whatever the hell was going on.

"Even then it'd be better than being in the dark in both ways." She frowned with her eyes glancing towards the door. Carefully, her hand moved over the back of his neck. "Now rest. You're going to need your energy back."

The hand on the back of his neck felt comforting, something he'd long since forgotten about being so much on his own for so long. It unsettled him how friendly and cuddly she was being, almost like how she'd been after she had learned of his dissolution. He wasn't dying, he was just tired and involuntarily he nuzzled against her chest. It was almost a basic reaction, something he hadn't even noticed he'd done until a few moments after when he coughed after realizing his mistake.

He smirked to himself, finding the whole situation odd. It was comforting but odd, he knew Liz couldn't stand him on a good day but then she did things like this and it threw him through a loop. So, for once, he didn't make a brash comment or pull away from her but kept still.

"...You're always around when I really need you..."

Edited 2011-08-12 16:37 (UTC)

"You sound a little surprised." She said quietly as she looked back down at him only to blush a bit when he nuzzled her chest. "Anyways, I told you to rest Gilbert so- rest already." She huffed, a little embarrassed that he actually said something nice to her rather than...well dickish.

"I told you I would always protect you when we were children so that holds true even to now." Came the quiet words with her head thumping back lightly to the wall.

Because I love awkward situations with these two.

It's more or less hilarious.

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