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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Blinking for a moment, there was something that she really didn't understand. "Why- would running off with Austria even mean that much to you." She asked with a quirked eyebrow. "Why would you be angry that he could give me those things?"

"Nothing, forget it." he said, finally shutting up for once the entire evening. He'd let his mouth run and said too much. "Austria's a pansy, don't know why you decided to try to be domestic for his cake-munching, piano playing ass."

She recognized that pattern of his. Insulting others to make himself to sort of- feel better. Or at least to give himself confidence in the moment of things he didn't- really know about. Frowning, she grabbed his nose again and pulled his head up so they were practically face to face. "Nothing my ass. Spill it, Gilbert."

"OW, fuck off you violent woman!" he hissed and pressed his elbow into her thigh in retaliation for abusing his nose. He was not going to explain himself unless she was going to force it out of him with more than a little pain.

Feeling his elbow on her thigh made her try and tighten her legs around him more, practically wrapping them around his waist as her hand moved from his nose to the back of his hair where she gripped almost painfully hard to pull his head back and leaned down close to him. "I said tell me." She ordered. "You're hiding something and we could be dead in the morning. So just spill it."

"Fuck, I said no and we're not going to be dead" He snapped and dug his fingers of his good hand in between her ribs, to try to get her to either let go or he would do some serious damage to her side with where his hand was.

If he wanted to break her ribs then so be it. "Well too bad, I'm saying confesses what you're fricken talking about and why you denied a few things I had said. If you're really going to try and break my ribs because you're too scared to tell me then fine, but I'm pressing the matter."

"Nrgh, christ, fine. I was too scared to tell you I fucking liked you and would've courted you or dated you or whatever and then you ran off with fancy-pants Austria. You happy now?" he said, not letting up the pressure on her ribs at all.

Well. This was certainly a first for her to hear such things... And while part of her wants to slap and shake Gilbert for hiding something so big from her, she couldn't stop herself. So quickly she leaned in and crushed her mouth against his.

"Mrrrgh?!" that was not the reaction he was expecting, of all the things, not of her suddenly kissing him. He blinked owlishly in the dark and took a moment to kiss her back. The entire time he wasn't sure exactly what had just transpired but it was leading to interesting results.

Well, they could be dead by morning so- why not right? It was oddly sweet that he kind of...liked her in a way she never realized before or even considered him capable of. So why not take advantage of the situation? The Nation tilted her head and pursed her lips against his, kissing him back deeper.

It took him a moment to get a bit of sense back in his head. Once he did he put his good hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back against the wall from him.

"Okay, first question. What the fuck was that?" he asked sounding a bit breathless and a little stunned.

"Does it matter that much?" She asked quietly with her own breath coming out a bit more huskier than normal and lower in tone ad pitch. "I mean, I knew i was a bad kisser if that's what you're getting at." She said with a small shrug and tilt of her head. "Thinking on it- well- we could be dead tomorrow. So why not take advantage of what we can with important people?"

He had to pause and stare at what he knew was her face. Even in the dark he could roughly see where she was.

"Seeing as like, five minutes ago you didn't want to touch me, yeah it does matter. But you aren't bad at kissing, then again you only had Rodder-dick to go by so I can't blame you on that if you are."

Rolling her eyes she just sighed and leaned back against the wall with her arms folding across her chest. "Fine, just forget it then. "

"Look... just... arg. I'm shit at talking about this stuff. It's just.... it's fucking hard to y'know have this turned 180 on me... especailly after centuries of ignoring it." he mumbled and placed his good hand on her cheek, tucking some of her hair back behind her ear.

She tensed at his fingertips but soon enough relaxed the best she could. "Yes well, it's odd for me too but- I'm trying not to think. Just do..." She said quietly as her eyes cast away from his silhouette only to blush dark when he tucked her hair behind her ear. Part of her wondered if he would leave it at that or just- rip chunks of her hair out like he used to.

Nope, no hair pulling, he just left it at the simple touch. "Damn you sound like me for once." he smirked faintly in the dark and let his hand rest aginst her neck. He really didn't know where to go from there. Sure he knew what he wanted, his pants being slightly too tight were enough of a clue but he really didn't need a broken arm or nose to match his wrist.

"I assumed spontaneous was better than being predictable." She said flatly only to tense just a little more when his hand rested against her neck. She liked the warmth but more so worried about his wrist... if they were to do anything then he would probably be at the mercy of his own pain. "Anyways...come, you should lay on the bed and I'll tuck you in so you're warmer and don't get sick."

"Usually yea." he said and looked away from her in the direction he assumed a bed was in. "Do I get to lie on you in the bed? Because I'm rather comfortable where I am, thanks." Not to mention he didn't think walking was exactly a great thing even if it was only a few steps.

Blinking curiously, Hungary shook her head with her brows furrowed just a bit. "No..I was just- going to put you and tuck you in bed while I stood watch or sat near the bathroom." She said with a blink as she rubbed her cheek. "I really hadn't put much thought in to it I'm afraid...plus I thought you'd want a bed to yourself."

"Well, if you lock the door, problem solved... where did my sword go? Fuck." He took a moment and managed to get himself to his knees before he was hit with a wave of vertgio. It took him a moment of trying to sort out which ay was up before he could stand and shuffled his way toward where the door was. Sadly, he found his sword with a loud clatter of it being kicked by his boot. He yelped, not hurt but the loud noise had startled him before he picked it up and sheathed it.

"Door... door..." He reached his hands out blindly before he came in contact with the wall. Following it along he found the door and flipped the lock closed with a sigh.

"W-What the hell are you doing?" She shot to him as he tried t stand up. Blindly she reached out again and again for him only to grab nothing but fading mist of his presence that lingered in the chilly air.

Hungary pushed herself to sit up, trying her best not to get vertigo as well and collapse from dizziness especially with poor little Gilbird on her shoulder. Once standing, she blindly fumbled her out out through the dark towards the door, bent on finding him before he did something stupid more like collapse.

"I'm Locking the door Liz, so staying watch will be a bit easier. Never know who could've just opened the door and waltzed in here." he grumbled and turned around in time for her to smack into his chest.

"I think we need to work on the not running into each other in dark spaces." he teased, you could hear the smirk in his voice as he took her hand in his good one. "You have anything I can wrap this wrist in?"

She offed when she ran in to his chest. Quickly she tried to take a few steps back in hopes of finding her bearings. "Yeah I'll find something." She said with a huff as she blindly fumbled out towards the direction of the bathroom.

Taking the door, she pushed it open and stopped short of the door with a bit of hesitation.

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