Pain's Universe part 4
Prussia leaned in the bathroom doorway, rambling about going drinking with Spain and France the night before. Germany was in the shower, attempting to get the dirt off his clothing.
"...and so, France and I wound up pole dancing….you're not listening are you?" Behind the curtain, Germany shook his head. "How the hell did you get dirt on your clothes anyway? I know I keep saying you're a neat freak, but you don't have to go to these lengths to prove me wrong." He gave a nervous laugh. "Soup for dinner sound alright?" Germany stuck his head around the curtain and gave him a worried look. Prussia grinned at him. "I'm fine West...I'm gonna make that soup." He hurried downstairs.
Once he was in the kitchen, he sighed and leaned against the counter. Who do I call for help? After some thinking,
he decided to dial France. He dialed the number and waited for the phone to ring, all the time looking anxiously at the ceiling.
"Salut"
"France?"
"Oui" "Hola!"
"Oh, hey Spain. Listen France, I need advice."
"Oh? Prussia needs my advice? Did you hear that Spain?" "Si"
Prussia grumbled as he realized he was on speaker. "Who else is there France?"
"Just us," Spain replied cheerfully. "What do you need help with mon ami?"
"It's my brother. I'm worried about him. Today, he came home covered in dirt. West never gets that much dirt on his clothes!"
"Are you sure he wasn't just gardening?" Prussia hit his forehead in the face of Spain's utter stupidity. There was a yelp of pain and Prussia assumed that France had elbowed him in the stomach.
"Will you be serious here?"
"Ok, he came home covered in dirt. What else?" Trust France to be enjoying this.
"There was an earthquake here France. I can't remember the last time we had on of those."
"Maybe he was hiding from the earthquake." Spain suggested. Prussia groaned.
"Did you get hit on the head one too many times? It's impossible to hide from an earthquake."
"Ok, so he was covered in dirt and there was an earthquake. Could the earthquake be the reason he was covered in dirt?" France sounded skeptical.
"Possible, but France…"
"Oui?"
"What caused the earthquake?"
"Oh! I know this one!" Prussia could just imagine Spain waving his hand in the air like a school kid.
"Yes?"
"An earthquake is caused when tension near fault lines builds up and gets to a point where it needs to be released or it can be caused due to volcanic activity."
"Thank you scientist Spain." Prussia's tone was layered with sarcasm. "You forgot one thing though…"
"Que?"
"There are no fault lines or volcanic activity in Germany!"
"So, you think his feelings caused it?" France broke in, the skeptical tone more apparent in his voice.
Prussia shrugged. "It's happened before, remember? Whatever happened to West caused that earthquake. Plus..." There was a thump from upstairs and Prussia thought he heard his brother swear. Quickly, he set the phone down and made his way to the stairs. "You alright West?"
"Fine," Germany grumbled. "I banged my hip." Instead of making Prussia laugh, this statement only made him more worried.
"Ok," he said, going back to pick up the phone again. "You guys still
there?"
"Si" "Go on"
"He's in pain."
"Pain?" France and Spain sounded dubious.
Prussia nodded and started to pace the kitchen. "It's the way he walks; he's limping. He says his joints hurt and I've seen him rub his back more than once."
"Maybe he's just getting old?" Prussia gaped and heard France thump Spain on the head.
"Perhaps it's stress?"
Prussia shook his head. "I've seen West stressed. This isn't stressed."
France sighed. "I don't know what advice I can give you mon ami. The best I can do is tell you to keep an eye on him."
"We could always ask Inglaterra, he might be able to figure out something with that weird stuff he does."
"Worth a try, I guess. Thanks guys." Prussia hung up. There was another thump from upstairs and Prussia swore he heard a muffled scream. He bolted up the stairs and tripped. There was a groan from beneath him.
"Get off me bruder, you're heavy."
Prussia blinked and looked down. Germany was on the floor. There were dirt stains on his clothes-wet ones. With a grimace, Prussia got off. "What the hell are you doing on the floor West?"
Germany grimaced. "I think my back gave out." he muttered, getting up. He stretched and his back popped. Prussia winced. Germany rubbed his back and shuffled off to his bedroom. Prussia started back down.
"Glad you got your voice back West." he called, over his shoulder.