Play-Time is Important! [COMPLETE]
Characters: Prussia and England
Location: Death City Heights apartment 2B, and later Bitch's Brew Bar
Rating: PG13, Prussia and England swear
Time: July 2, night
Description: It's okay to feel sad. But it's better to talk about these things in the open. Especially if you're tsundere.
For so long, things in Death City had been so... quiet. Now, it was as if time were moving at an incredibly fast pace ever since Adachi's rampage had been brought to light. England didn't know which way was up anymore, could barely acknowledge the days as they passed. Sakura was dead, as were countless others. And while England's feelings had gone between rage and grief for the past week, now he felt very empty.
Even the day before, he'd almost forgotten it was Canada's birthday because his mind had been too preoccupied. Fortunately, he'd been reminded and was able to remedy that. He also was able to figure out that if it was Canada's birthday now, America's birthday would be just around the corner. And the last thing he felt like doing was celebrating. It was all England could do to just get up and go to work. He was fortunate that Prussia hadn't been bothering him about training.
Come to think of it, Prussia had actually been rather supportive during their stay. Even after England had told him to find a new partner when he'd begun to doubt Shibusen, and even after he'd curled up in a ball and cried once he'd heard Nill say that Sakura was killed... Prussia had stayed. Prussia had argued. Prussia had comforted. And while England couldn't process all of that now, he knew he was appreciative deep down. What made them good partners was that they didn't have to acknowledge each others' good deeds, didn't have to say thank you. They simply understood each other. In the end, England was glad they'd kept their partnership.
And so, England felt that he could return to their apartment after work safely. He couldn't train now, but he would be able to eventually. He knew Prussia wouldn't pester him. Tonight he would go to bed early and grieve alone.
Location: Death City Heights apartment 2B, and later Bitch's Brew Bar
Rating: PG13, Prussia and England swear
Time: July 2, night
Description: It's okay to feel sad. But it's better to talk about these things in the open. Especially if you're tsundere.
For so long, things in Death City had been so... quiet. Now, it was as if time were moving at an incredibly fast pace ever since Adachi's rampage had been brought to light. England didn't know which way was up anymore, could barely acknowledge the days as they passed. Sakura was dead, as were countless others. And while England's feelings had gone between rage and grief for the past week, now he felt very empty.
Even the day before, he'd almost forgotten it was Canada's birthday because his mind had been too preoccupied. Fortunately, he'd been reminded and was able to remedy that. He also was able to figure out that if it was Canada's birthday now, America's birthday would be just around the corner. And the last thing he felt like doing was celebrating. It was all England could do to just get up and go to work. He was fortunate that Prussia hadn't been bothering him about training.
Come to think of it, Prussia had actually been rather supportive during their stay. Even after England had told him to find a new partner when he'd begun to doubt Shibusen, and even after he'd curled up in a ball and cried once he'd heard Nill say that Sakura was killed... Prussia had stayed. Prussia had argued. Prussia had comforted. And while England couldn't process all of that now, he knew he was appreciative deep down. What made them good partners was that they didn't have to acknowledge each others' good deeds, didn't have to say thank you. They simply understood each other. In the end, England was glad they'd kept their partnership.
And so, England felt that he could return to their apartment after work safely. He couldn't train now, but he would be able to eventually. He knew Prussia wouldn't pester him. Tonight he would go to bed early and grieve alone.