Warnings: There is a brief flashback that hints at torture. Don't read if you don't like.
Summary: Denmark and Norway arrive at Germany's house and Prussia plans a prank
Soon they were standing infront of the house. It was the cleanest house on the block.It was two stories high and had a small hedge infront of it. They walked up the stone path and knocked on the door. After the third knock Prussia yanked open the door. He looked like he had just gotten out of bed.
"What?" He growled.
"Do you know where Germany is?" Norway asked with a long suffering look.
Prussia rolled his eyes. "He's where he always is-at work. I cannot believe you came all the way over here to ask me this."
Norway glared and freed his arm from Denmark's grip. "This moron forgot about this wonderful invention called the phone."
"Hey!" Denmark opened his mouth to say more, but Norway stamped on his foot and gave him a look that said say another word and I turn you into something cute and fluffy and give you to Sweden.
Prussia laughed. ''Figures. Had too many beers again Denmark?" Denmark gave him a weak smile, which Prussia took for a yes. ''Anyway, as long as you're here..."
"Yes?" Denmark was wary, he didn't want a repeat of Prussia's dare.
''Help me prank Germany." Prussia tossed an arm around Denmark's shoulder and ushered him inside. Norway followed.
"What are you trying to do?" Denmark asked as they walked to the kitchen.
Prussia grinned making both Denmark and Norway take a step back. "I am going to rig the sound system and all of the clocks to go off at the same time!"
"What do you want him to do?" Norway asked; he sounded bored already.
"I need both of you to help me change the sound levels."
"What do we change them to?" Denmark asked. He didn't have a good feeling about this.
Prussia waved a hand. "It doesn't matter. The more random the better." He glanced at the clock; it was five thirty. "Hurry up, he'll be home in half an hour." Denmark and Norway traded looks. They did not like the sound of this. Prussia lifted the hall clock and adjusted the gears at the back. He glared at them. "Come on, get moving." They both relectuantly moved to adjust the volumes on each device they came across, while Prussia watched their every move.
Soon it was five. After they had finished setting up the prank, Prussia had led them into the kitchen and gotten them beer. Both Denmark and Prussia downed theirs while Norway sipped his. Prussia perked up as he heard a key click in the lock and the door open. Norway and Denmark looked towards the door.
"Three...two...," Prussia whispered.
The moment Germany stepped into the hallway, the sound exploded. It schreeched along his nerves and vibrated within his bones. He heard his briefcase drop. Thud. The sound sent a ripple of pain down his neves. Hurts. Scream. He curled up into a ball, shaking, his hands over his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut. Clattering, more noise. Back in the room again. The rod searing on his flesh. Footsteps, another scream. More pain. His wrists burned. A hand on his shoulder. No more pain. He flinched and tried to twist away. Something on his wrists. Stop!
The noise stopped.
"I didn't know he'd have that kind fo reaction," he heard Prussia yell from somewhere beyond him. The hand on his shoulder moved to rub circles on his back.
"Hey," a voice said, " you with me?" He blinked and opened his eyes. Denmark was hovering beside him.
"You said he was acting strange. Shouldn't you have expected this?" He could hear a calm voice arguing with his brother. Norway
He swallowed and licked his lips. "Wha-," he attempted to croak.
"It was supposed to be a prank," Denmark's voice was soft, even. "It was Prussia's idea." Germany groaned and attempted to sit up. His muscles tremebled and the movement sent a spasm of pain down his spine.
"Hey, hey, don't try to move yet!" Denmark's voice held a panicky tinge. Germany ignored it and forced himself to his feet. He swayed as he took a step forward and had to grab onto the wall. Denmark got up and gently took a hold of his wrist. Germany flinched. Denmark loosened his grip slightly, but not enough for Germany to free his wrist from the grip.
"Come on, let's sit back down." He carefully took Germany's other wrist and maneuvered them so that they were sitting on the floor. Germany's wrists shook. Little trembles that quickly made their way to his shoulders. Denmark gingerly tightened his grip.
"It's ok, just take deep breaths. It's ok."