DarkCherryBlue

“Hey, Pierre!” David called, “Wait there!” Pierre reluctantly halted in the hall to face David. They were at the French hospital that had been assigned to their Divisions. Matthew was having them get checked up regularly at the hospital before the battles that would follow even though they were absolutely sure they were fine and well recovered. Now Pierre faced David but stared firmly at the wall, avoiding his gaze. “What do you want, David?” Pierre asked. “I wanted to talk to you,” David said smiling timidly. “But privately. Follow me.” “Why should I?” Pierre said crossi

On the way to the airport, Matthew and Gilbert stopped by Arthur's house to drop off Alfred's stuff. "Good afternoon, Arthur," Matthew said when the Brit opened the door. "Afternoon, Mattie," Arthur said, "Thanks again for bringing Al's things. Appreciate it." "No worries," Matthew insisted, "But might I ask why Alfred's not coming home?" "Ah, yes. Well, Alfred and I have things we need to discuss… Get things sorted. You understand, right?" Matthew scratched his head. "I'm not sure I follow. Do you mean the thing about you and Alfred sleeping together?" "What?! We did not do anything of that sort last night!" Arthur burst. "No, I

Prussia gripped the edge of the oak bench he sat on in his grim confinement. A comb of light striped his whitewashed hands and his lap as he stared down at his knuckles. There was no comfort found in this ultimate state of humility, one in the same with his ultimate state of existence. He could say it was Deutschland's fault for his tragic zeal. No, it wasn't West's fault; West's boss catalyzed the beginning of his end when he dismantled Prussia's own boss, Prince Otto von Bismark. Prussia lifted his head and stared nostalgically at the jagged texture of the austere cell wall. Reminiscence of Bismark's reign occupied his train of thought. Th