towerofanimus | (no subject)

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Characters: Germany. Open!
Setting: Dormitories.
Format: Starting off in brackets.
Summary: Germany is determined to get back on his feet. It's not going so well.
Warnings: Mentions of surgery things.

[Due to his lack of muscles, it's been difficult for Germany to move around on his own since returning to the tower. Italy has been helping him get about and bringing him food, but after a few days he's beginning to feel restless. Lying around in bed is not going to improve his current condition.

He's taking a slow and unsteady walk through the dormitory halls, often having to stop to rest against a wall.]

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No....[It made the albino even more on edge, no he didn't know anything for certain, he hadn't for a long time. But dammit he was sick and tired of this place and hearing West so depressed.]

Yeah, look, you will get better, you always do. Just stick out the rough shit and you'll be back to normal in no time.

[Germany always has been a pessimist, and he knows fine well that this isn't a problem that can easily be overcome. He isn't just going to wake up one morning and find he's back to his old self. If only.]

...I'll do my best, bruder.

Yea, where were you trying to go anyway? You're in no shape to be wandering around.

[Prussia shifted his grip on keeping Ludwig standing, and walked along the hallway. He had the nagging feeling something was off with him, then chalked it up to the strange routine he'd fallen into. He assumed the tower was pulling more tricks and it had to be the collars fault. His fingers brushed it and he gave it a sharp tug, the violet band not budging in the least.]

I just wanted the exercise. My condition isn't going to improve if I'm just laying in bed or letting Italy haul me around.

[He watches Prussia yank at his collar, shaking his head in disapproval.]

I wouldn't mess with that.

You were letting Italy haul you around? Hell that guy is so weak he might as well be a paper weight.

[But Prussia will give him a sour look and tug again which only result in him getting a Zap from the collar. Yelping he'll let it go and look around]

The fuck? Did it just zap me?!

He insisted. And he did try his best.

[He rolls his eyes.]

I did tell you.

Shut up.

[Prussia will rub his neck, that had hurt and really sucked, he certainly won't try that again.]

You know Italy loves the hell out of you right? Give the guy a break once in a while and humour him, course sometimes even I want to punch him when he gets to the point of crying and flailing.

[This is why you should listen to your little brother, Prussia.]

Platonically, perhaps. I've never wanted to cause him unnecessary distress, though.

[Your older brother is going to give you an unbelieving look and roll his eyes]

And people say I'm the thick one? Besides having you wandering around like this is probably enough to have him break down into tears. Guy can't handle any stress without caving.

Edited 2011-10-15 18:07 (UTC)

[He squints, looking a bit confused.]

Well, that's true, but he's been doing well so far.

Guess that'll have to do, you still haven't told me where you were trying to go, West.

Nowhere in particular. I just wanted to stretch my legs.

[Then Prussia will just walk with him wherever to make sure he's not going to fall over and land on his face]

You know... I'm actually thinking of teaming up with the damn Russian to find a way out of this hellhole.

I suppose in a situation like this we can't afford to be picky about our allies.

Not if the Ruskie can get us out of here. That guy seems to be able to get out of anything.

You think he's capable of escaping this place?

He's crazy enough to go as far as it takes, so yeah I think the crazy Russian will.

I have my doubts about that.

[He tries to steady himself better, but he's getting worn out.]

...I'd like to go back to my room now.

Yeah you didn't have him chase you down several floors with his damn pipe.

[He'll steer Ludwig back toward his room. He's still worried about Ludwig and the fact that he's now almost as skinny as Prussia is.]

I'll take you back... Uh, do you need anything or is Ialty looking after you well enough?

He threatened you? You could have told me!

[It's not like he can do anything in his current state, but...]

I don't need anything right now.

West, when isn't Russia threatening me?

[He'll get a blunt look and merely keep a slow pace to get Germany back to his room.]

Alright, have you seen France? I... I haven't seen him and Canada's worried.

[He's fearful for his friend, for his brother and also slightly for how hard Canada has been taken to being trapped within the building.]

[His grip tightens on Prussia's arm. It's a moment before he answers.]

...France was captured as well. Has he not returned?

[That makes his blood run cold, looking up at Germany he swallows before looking away.]

I haven't seen or heard from him in nearly two weeks... you don't think...?

[Gilbert could finish his sentence. He really didn't want to believe that France was dead.]

Edited 2011-10-20 19:19 (UTC)

I doubt they would put him through that surgical procedure then simply dispose of him.

[He isn't fond of France, but he can tell his brother is worried about him.]

[Prussia nodded and continued to walk his brother back to his room. He and France had a long history of disagreements but they were friends and it unsettled Prussia.]

Unless he didn't survive.