083. Heal

1890

Just when I needed time to heal from my goddamn headache, this happens.

"West"

"What is it now, bruder?" I sighed, burying my head in my hands.

"We have a...minor problem." God, why was Prussia's voice so annoying sometimes?

"What?"

"Um...Y'know that treaty we made a while back. The one that was to keep Austria and Russia from completely murdering each other?"

"The Reinsurance Treaty?" We'd made those set of treaties to keep peace between Roderich and Ivan, as well as the other Balkans.

"Jaaa." The problem was, we didn't tell either one of them that we had signed a treaty with the other.

"What about it?"

"Well...Russia kinda found out...about our deal with Roderich."

"What?!" my voice was a little angrier sounding than I meant it to be.

"Yeahhh, he's kinda here?"

"Seriously?!"

"Yeah."

"Damnit, bruder!"

"Hey, Hey. Don't yell at me. It's your Kaiser's fault." My Kaiser had just gotten rid of Otto Van Bismarck who had started the treaty and used to be one of both bruder and I's leaders. He would have never let this secret slip.

I swiftly ran from my seat to the front door, where Russia was waiting, a sinister grin on his face.

"Hello, Germany." he said. It sounded evil. Yes, I just referred to Ivan as an it.

"S-Sorry, my leaders can't renew the treaty, bye!" with that, I slammed the door in his face, much to my brother's horror.

"Ludwig!" he squealed, flailing his arms around and running to the door. I put a finger to my lips, asking for silence.

"Shush, it'll be fine. Let's just hope that he goes away."

He didn't go away.

He just...stood there. I could have sworn that we had watched him for at least half an hour through that window. He didn't budge.

Finally, after Gilbert had begun to pace impatiently and the sun was ready to set, he moved. He pivoted and was staring down at our second visitor of the day; Austria.

Roderich, I swear steam was running out of his ears. He was that furious. His mistake; talking to the monster.

"Ivan, you had a treaty with them too?! If I would have known, I would have never signed the damned thing!"

"Da?" his voice was so damn happy; so damn scary.

Austria yelled for some time while Russia only smiled that same smile.

"West, what's going to happen?" Prussia asked me, putting his hands on his hips.

"Three...two...one." I counted down to zero.

Bang. Here came Roderich, flying through the window, which I was quick enough to pull open before it shattered.

He landed on Gilbert, and Ivan left.

Now, I was stuck with both a pissy Austrian and an angry Prussian.

It's like this headache will never heal...