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Never had Prussia been one to sleep easy. Everything he had gone through coursed though his brain like vipers, peeling every little bit of emotion they could get from him. It was even worse now that he had West, who he cared for deeply.

But he preferred not to show it. For West's own safety, Prussia wasn't going to show too much love to the little country. Since he was a desired country to have an alliance with, he refused to put West in harms way because somebody wanted him on their side. He's had other country's that he loved deeply get kidnapped, attacked, poisoned, decayed. He wasn't letting that happen to the little country given to him.

Tonight, the quietness filling the house was too eerie. Prussia hated silence, which was why he was known for talking to himself like some psycho. It didn't bother him much anymore, though England does the same thing and isn't judged as Prussia was.

Prussia began to think of the quietness. Normally, it wasn't this quiet anyway, because of the loud birds outside of his house. And of his little brother. Though Germany was a obedient and strong child, he often talked to himself in his sleep. Even if he's now ten.

Wait.

Prussia shot up in his bed. If Germany was here, wouldn't he be talking to himself. He put him into bed at nine, and at the current moment it was two in the morning. Sure, he had a late meeting. But all the countries were there weren't they? Prussia skidded out the door and down the hall. There, without knocking as he normally would, opened the door.

He found Germany's bed matted, but there was no little West in there. Prussia ran out the door, before walking around their small house. He wasn't anywhere to be seen, but he really only wished that West was hiding from him. "West!?" Prussia attempted not to sound desperate but couldn't conceal his worry. "C'mon out West!"

No answer.

Prussia began to be frantic. Where was he? He had no alliances with anyone, he had nothing to go against anyone, he barely even showed his love for his little brother. Prussia ran his fingers through his snow white hair and shut his blood red eyes.

Where the heck had he gone?

Switching To Germany's P.O.V!

Germany struggled to get away from whoever had him. Yet he couldn't tell who it was, he knew that he had taken him away from his older brother, and that wasn't as he preferred. His boots were on the ground, scraping the floor as the character pursued him. He had managed to worm away from the person, but he couldn't get very far when his legs were about ten times shorter than this mans.

"Prussia!" Germany called out desperately as he slid behind a tree. He needed to catch his breath. Prussia had taught him how to count miles as they went. Two thousand steps normally to hit a mile. Now that this character had been running, I could've been one thousand to one thousand five hundred. Mean less to say, he was about three miles from his house right now.

And hopefully Prussia was there waiting for him.

Germany sprinted from behind the tree and gasped for breath. The strange blond man was running out of breath. His long hair was soaked with sweat, and his eyes looked tired. Germany took this as a chance. He pressed his combat boots further into the ground.

Now for Prussia!

Prussia was now outside. He didn't care that he wasn't wearing a shirt, because he never slept in one, and that his jacket was flying off his shoulders. All he wanted was to know where Germany had gotten too. He looked for any signs of struggle.

Nothing.

He glanced around for signs of break in. There was nothing. Whoever this person was, they did an amazing job covering their tracks. This had to be a kidnapping, West was obedient and would never leave Prussia. He was dependent for sure, but never would he have left his brother.

Prussia began to walk into the west, knowing one person who would attempt this. A blond jerk to who nobody liked. And getting Prussia on his side would be the best for him. Prussia began to speed up as he knew where Germany would've been located.

Now To Germany!

Two more miles. He was getting closer. The blond man was tired. He was behind a good six meters, and Germany was trained to run long distances quickly. But he couldn't keep this up forever. Please, let Prussia be close. The one who's country was to the west was closing in, and soon, Germany's long legs would give out.

There it was. In the horizon. The speeding of white hair coming closer in the night. Germany gave a sigh of relieve as he attempted to run faster, only to find his legs were about to give out anyway. Now Prussia was close enough to where you could see the glimpse of red in his eyes.

Prussia one the other hand was rested enough to run faster. He got close within five minutes. The blond mans feet stopped, spun around, and ran the other way. Prussia didn't seem to care though. He leaned down and gripped Germany's chest. Germany sighed as his legs hit the wet ground.

Prussia P.O.V!

Prussia gripped Germany before picking him up to his shoulders. He really needed to care for this kid better. How had anyone gotten in? Wasn't France the one who spoke up during the meeting most? Prussia held Germany's legs before screaming.

"Touch him again and I'll whoop your....!" Prussia continued, filled with rage and anger. Germany quietly listened to his brother, his legs burning and his body aching.

"Hey, West." Prussia murmured as he walked back to their house. Germany was partially asleep on his shoulders, sighing with relief of being able to rest. "I'm proud of you."

Germany fluttered his eyes. "You really are awesome, brother."

Tee-hee! Hope you enjoyed! Sorry about France, I couldn't stand somebody else (Like U.K) Getting the blame for taking little baby Germany.