APH Roleplay (Hetalia Club Members)

[Lore-heika]

Wha...? Was she crying now? What for, though?! Argh... Prussia rolled the desk chair over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Oi, Liz... What's wrong? Did he hurt you inside? If he did, I swear I'm ripping his vitals off..." He shook his head. That stupid aristocrat, making his lover cry like this... And he COULD give Hungary plenty! He could at least make her happy, for once!

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary looked at Prussia, her eyes red now. She rubbed at them a little more before taking a shaky breath. "He didn't hurt me... Well, at least not a whole lot, but... Some of the things he said are true. I might have a harder time when being with you, and, of course, we're never going to get married. I know I don't want to believe it, but I can't help but think it's true..." She shook her head before putting it in her hands, beginning to cry more.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia's breath caught slightly in his throat. Ah, the subject of marriage again. So she was afraid of being weak because of her choice to be with Prussia and upset about not marrying. Should he... Should he be considering marriage? The idea seemed entirely foreign a thing to him, but he knew it was supposedly a huge deal for females. Besides, he couldn't imagine himself ever marrying another woman. So... Perhaps... Soon, maybe... Oh screw it. He would need to talk to someone about this. Maybe his brother would know what to do. But for the time being, he simply rolled further over on the chair and held her in a hug, sighing. "Dont let that &@$!@%# get to you. None of us know anything about what's going to happen in the future- not you, not me... Hell, not Austria. C'mon, quit crying and just... Cheer up. Please? Mariage or not, weakening or not, I'm staying by your side, not him. Thats all that matters."

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary leaned into Prussia, hugging him back and burying her head into his shoulder. It took her sometime to finally stop crying, but when she did, she gave a nod. "A-alright..." She managed. Her breathing was still shaky, but at least she had stopped crying. She held onto Prussia for a little bit longer before finally letting go and pulling away, rubbing at her eyes. "I just can't believe he would say such things though..." She told him, shaking her head. "I now find it hard to believe I actually married him."

[Lore-heika]

Prussia backed away a bit with a small grin. "That's what I've been wondering for years. Glad we're finally on the same page." His grin soon faltered though as the idea of marriage drifted back into his head. "Eh, hey, I'll make dinner tonight. You want anything specific?" Cooking, sadly, was likely his best distraction at the moment, and if Hungary camped out elsewhere in the house, he could subtly ask his brother about the whole aspect of marriage. He just... Needed to figure out if he really wanted that or not. To be honest, fir the first time in a longtime, something seemingly simplistic was frightening him.

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary raised an eyebrow at Prussia's sudden question, but shook her head. "I believe I'm good. You just pick something." She then looked down at her clothes, giving a small wince. "I'm... going to go ahead and change into a nightgown." She told him, standing up. Prussia seemed to always find a way to cheer her up. She gave him a small smile before heading to his room- well, their's now. She grabbed her suitcase and looked inside, finding the nightgown. She quickly changed into it before walking back out of the room. Well, what to do now? She walked into the livingroom and sat down on the couch, turning to T.V. on. She found a random comedy movie and watched it, even if she didn't understand what was going on.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia nodded and stood up, limping slowly behind Hungary as she left the room. Instead of heading to the kitchen, however, he knocked on the bathroom door again, hand trembling so much that knocking itself was a difficult task. "W-West! &@%# it, open up, I need... I'm in deep $#*! right now and we need to talk." He swallowed, fingers twitching at his sides. He couldn't believe he was about to talk about this with his little brother, but he was truly lost, and if anyone could understand him and advise him seriously, it was Germany.

[::madlyhazel]

Germany opened the door, a bloody napkin pressed to his nose. He quickly threw the napkin away and wiped at his nose. He let Prussia inside the room before closing the door after him. "What do you want?" He asked, though really wasn't too interested. He just wanted to clean the dried blood from his nose, but it didn't look like that would happen. He stared at Prussia, waiting for him to go on and spill out what he needed to say.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia held his brother's gaze long and firm before replying. "I don't know what I want- thats the problem, West." His voice was quiet, as to not draw attention to himself, as he continued with a slight anxiety. "... I don't know what I want. Liz... Liz wants to get married. And I-I do too... No, I don't... I... &@%# it! I don't know if I want to, I dont know if we're- if I'm ready. I never married anyone in my years as a country! Should I try? Is it a lost cause? Will I sound like a freakin idiot if I try? How do I even prepare for proposing?How do...? $#*!... Please West. I don't beg often, but... You need to help me. How... How do I know if I'm ready? Or if I even want to marry her at all? Answer that for me first, thats all I'm asking."

[::madlyhazel]

Germany stared at Prussia for even longer. Well... What an odd question to be coming from his brother. He sounded dead serious though... He gave a sigh. "You'll know you're ready by how much you actually love her. If you don't love her enough, then you shouldn't even bother. But, if you know you both love each other the same amount and it's a high amount and you know you're right for one another, then it's time to get married. Think, though. When you hear the word "marriage", what do you feel? Like, do you get all giddy, do you get scared, or do you not even care?" He told him, trying to be as serious as possile.