What goes BUMP in the night

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

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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[mercantilistic.livejournal.com]

This probably wasn't the best time for Spain to go exploring but if he stayed in his room where it was safe, well, he wouldn't find out much, would he? Armed, Spain looked around the tower, trying to follow whatever it was that was calling his name. He goes about it calmly until he begins to see familiar shadows, one in particular that has him running after it the best he can.

He eventually runs by Prussia, bumping shoulders as he goes. Believing he'd finally caught the person he was chasing, Spain turns around, reaches to grab Prussia's hand, and says worriedly, "Austria?!"

Wait. This isn't. . .

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

Prussia had recognized the voice almost immediately but had been more or less surprised when he'd hand his hand grabbed. He was pale as a ghost, virtually glowing in the darkness so he wasn't too sure how is friend had managed to mistake him for THAT moron.

"You better take that back before I ram my sword so far up your ass its never coming out, Spain." he growled, pressing the tip of said sword against his friends shoulder as a warning.

[mercantilistic.livejournal.com]

Definitely not Austria.

As soon as Spain realizes, he lets go of Prussia's hand. While Prussia recognized him, it took Spain longer. It might have had something to do with that sword on his shoulder and Spain raises his own to push it aside. This looked like the boy Austria didn't want him to speak to-- not that Spain really wanted to waste his time talking to Protestants in the first place. White hair, strange eyes, and fair skin. . . but he wasn't this tall back at home.

"¿Prusia? Where did Austria-- what did you do?"

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

"What did I do to what? I haven't seen that asshole around here if you're asking me about him." he grumbled. Prussia still didn't know which of the countries were in the tower, which were male and which were female. But he still didn't appreciate being mistaken for a man he hated more than was almost physically possible. He knew Spain was out to lunch on a good day, but he didn't think the man was quite as dense as this.