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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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[Prussia had taken a habit to wandering the halls, but not seeing his brother around had concerned him, especially with the events that had been recently happening where he seemed to have fallen into a routine that was starting to weird him out. So walking up the stairs toward his own room he catches sight of Germany and the rather terrible condition he's in.]

Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker what the fuck happened to you?!

[Well, Prussia's outburst doesn't make him feel any better, but at least his brother seems unharmed. He huffs and steadies himself against a nearby wall.]

I have effectively been crippled, to put it bluntly.

[Well Prussia is Prussia and isn't exactly known for being subtle. But he'll go over and an help steady his brother so he doesn't have to lean on the wall]

Who the fuck did this to you? Is this where you and France disappeared to? Holy fuck...

[Don't mind him he's just worried terribly for them, especially seeing as he's never seen his little brother in such a condition.]

[He lets Prussia help him without complaint, grateful for his assistance.]

We were taken away by... servants of the tower, I suppose. I mean, I resisted of course, but they must have knocked me out somehow.

Over the week we were all taken away and...

[He glances away, ashamed.]

Well, you can see the result.

Fuck... I'm going to rip those bastards limb from goddamn limb.

[Prussia wasn't angry, no he was downright pissed. He helped his brother walk along the corridor , seething to himself before he caught Ludwig's ashamed look.]

West, this isn't your fault.

[Italy has been wandering the hallways. He's been to the library to look at more of the art books, and to the cafeteria for food. It's time to go see Germany though, as he thinks he's left the other man alone for long enough. Mostly, he's terrified that whatever took him away will come back and do it again.

He spots Germany, and runs up to him.]

Germany, Germany, you're not supposed to be out here! You need to wait for me, ve!

I know it's not, but...

[He falters for a moment.]

I feel like a liability now.

I can go wherever I please.

[He doesn't mean to snap at Italy; the other nation has been more of a help to him in the past few days than he has since the start of their alliance. Still, he's been getting increasingly frustrated, mostly with himself.

He takes a few more determined steps. Then he sways, only just managing to grab the wall for support.]

[Trying to ignore Germany's curt response, Italy runs forward to grab his ally and steady him. This is why he doesn't want Germany going anywhere alone; he can barely stand without support. Plus, hadn't he promised to help him?]

You can't walk very well on your own though...

[Once he's stable again, he replies.]

I'm aware of that, but laying in bed isn't going to fix anything.

[Cain had been taking a walk to try and rid himself of the sensation of something just out of reach, when he saw this man stumble and nearly fall. Hurrying forward, brow creased in concern, he offered his arm.]

Hey, are you okay?

You don't have to lie in bed! I can help you go to places, ve.

[Germany ignores the offered arm and forces himself to stand up straight.]

I'm fine, thank you.

That's not the point.

[This doesn't deter Cain, who hooks his arm around Germany supportively anyway with a smile.]

Which direction are you heading?

[...he is visibly not comfortable with this.]

...nowhere in particular.

Maybe we should head somewhere you can sit down, hm?

[Cain seems immune to the discomfort, smiling glibly as though this was all perfectly pleasant and they were the best of friends.]

[Prussia made a face and sighed, patting Ludwig's side gently so as not to hurt him.]

Believe me, you're not for how much you've put up with my bitching and moaning in the last fifty years.

How am I meant to protect anyone like this though?

Thank you, but I don't need to sit down.

[He tries to subtly shrug him off.]

Really.

Hello mister Germany! [Romeo is on Ven's hoverhoard, he slows down carefully when he comes to Germany. He is getting better and hasn't crashed all morning!] Would you like to ride for a while sir? I need to practice walking anyways! [He is back to his usual enthusiastic self, he's still scared and upset but he is keeping his spirits up and trying to help others do the same]

[he looks at germany, sad and confused.]

[That was a hard call and had Gilbert looking over Ludwig with an unreadable expression before muttering.]

How about you let the rest of us protect you for once West?

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[Germany stares, looking almost bewildered by the suggestion.]

But...

[He frowns, then looks down at the floor uncertainly.]

What's that look for?

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