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Misdirected Anger- PruAus

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"Gilbert, why won't you clean up after yourself?!"

No matter where Gilbert went, Roderich was right behind him yelling. Gilbert was getting over a cold and had a massive headache.  The Austrian's words were making his head throb, and all Gilbert wanted was to tell him to shut up. The only reason he didn't was because Roderich didn't know he was sick. Gilbert had hid it so successfully and he didn't want to ruin that now.

"Honestly, is it that hard to pick up your dirty clothes?!" Roderich held up an armful of Gilbert's laundry to make his point. First Gilbert left his dirty clothes on the bed, in the bathroom, and on the floor, and now he was just walking away. The nerve! "You treat me like a servant or something! It's not that hard to pick up clothes! I'm not even asking you to clean the house, I just want you to stop leaving your stuff everywhere! And it's not just the clothes! You leave dishes lying around, you forget to close the fridge, and you track mud in the house right after I mop!"

Gilbert tried to to sigh as he walked around the house. Roderich was still following him with the dirty clothes and there was no shutting him up. Gilbert couldn't even focus on the meaning of the words; each one was like a hammer on the inside of his skull.

"You don't even care, do you?! No surprise there, since when are you considerate?! Just last week I bought my favorite tea, and you drank all of it! Not only did I not get a single cup of tea, you left the empty mugs everywhere! I found a half empty mug of tea in your laundry!" With that, Roderich threw the pile of clothes onto the floor. "You're a slob! If you're not going to clean up, at least don't make such huge messes!"

Gilbert couldn't take it anymore. He silently prayed for Roderich to shut up. He was in so much pain he couldn't even keep his eyes open. Why wouldn't all the damn noise just stop stop STOP?! Without even thinking about it, he spun around and slapped Roderich as hard as he could.

Roderich gasped in pain and rubbed his cheek. The force of the blow had knocked him into the wall and his eyes filled with tears. "G-Gilbert..." How could his love do that to him? For the first time, Roderich was afraid of the Prussian. He couldn't bear to look Gilbert in the eye and failed to see the look of horror in those crimson orbs.

Gilbert was shocked. How could he have done that? Roderich had begun to cry, and it was all his fault. He was responsible for the red handprint that was forming on Roderich's cheek, the bruises that would surely form on his side where he made contact with the wall, and all the tears falling that Roderich would never let him see. "R-Roddy I-"

Roderich didn't let him finish. He flinched when Gilbert said his name and ran to the door.

"Roddy! Wait! I'm sorry!" Gilbert tried to take a step towards the Austrian, but stepped into the pile of laundry and slipped. His foot bent at a very awkward angle as his hands made contact with the floor. It stung, but he tried to get to his feet. "Roddy! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Gilbert could hear the sound of the front door slamming, and his tears were not from the pain of falling. What had he done? "Please, Roderich! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY!"

Roderich didn't know where he was going and he didn't care. He ran out of the house as fast as he possibly could with his eyes full of tears. He tried to wipe them away, as it was difficult to see. How could he do that? Gilbert had promised to protect Roderich and swore he would never hurt him! Roderich had trusted him!

Gilbert struggled to get up. His ankle was beginning to swell and it did not want to support his weight. He also suffered waves of dizziness making it almost impossible to stand, let alone walk. To top it all off the silence in the house was deafening. Gilbert could practically hear wind blowing through all the rooms, even Roderich's precious piano room. Finally he forced himself to stand and leaned against the wall to prevent himself from falling again. When the dizzy spell passed, Gilbert realized that it was getting dark and Roderich still hadn't returned. Gilbert hobbled towards the door and ran down the street as fast as his swollen ankle would allow.

Roderich was completely and utterly lost. He had no idea where he had taken a wrong turn, but now he was walking down an unfamiliar street lined with identical two-story houses. Roderich was worn out from running so far and now he barely had the strength to stand. He noticed that it was getting dark and cursed under his breath. He had absolutely no idea where he was going and no place to stay. He had no choice but to continue walking and hope to find a bus stop. Surely there would be one somewhere.

Gilbert was breathing heavily as he ran. He still wasn't moving as fast as usual, but as long as he was moving he could ignore the pain in his ankle. Where could Roderich be? He was probably lost and cold and lonely. Or perhaps he didn't want to be found. The thought almost made Gilbert stop running, but he knew he had to continue. Someone had to bring Roderich home!

Roderich paused to lean against a fence, his teeth chattering. It was so cold! He knew he was an idiot for not taking a jacket and mentally slapped himself. He would probably freeze before finding a bus stop! Roderich knew sitting wouldn't help, so he kept walking down the street. He was the only person outside on such a cold night.

Gilbert's thoughts and heartbeat were in sync with his footsteps. He couldn't stop reliving that horrible moment. The sound of his hand hitting Roderich's face echoed inside his head and caused him to wince. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he almost didn't see a man walking not too far in front of him. Gilbert almost shouted to him, but didn't want to frighten the Austrian. As fast as he could, Gilbert ran to Roderich and hugged him from behind. He hadn't intended for the hug to be that tight, but his ankle has chosen that moment to give out and he instinctively leaned on Roderich for support.

Roderich yelped in surprise, and struggled to get away upon recognizing the Prussian clinging to him. Gilbert regained his balance and let go, grinning broadly. "I finally found you! I was so scared!"

"Get away from me!" Roderich cried and looked away in disgust. "Haven't you done enough?"

Those harsh words stung. "Roddy, I spent at least an hour looking for you to tell you I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" Gilbert tried to grab Roderich's hand, but he pulled away.

"Sorry?! You sure didn't seem sorry earlier!"

This was more than Gilbert could take. Trembling, all he could do was continue to apologize. His murmurs of "I'm sorry" slowly became louder until he was sobbing and shouting. "I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY, RODDY!"

Roderich tried to be strong, but we was shaking from more than cold. "Y-you lied to me!" he cried. "You promised to p-protect me. You promised!"

"I didn't mean it! I swear!" In between sobs, Gilbert explained himself. He told Roderich about how he was sick, and drank all the tea because he needed something warm, and hadn't been cleaning up because he was dizzy, and how he had such a horrible headache that he hadn't been thinking clearly.

Looking closely, Roderich did notice that Gilbert was swaying slightly and looked ill. His face was paler than usual with dark shadows under his eyes and his hair was dull and unkempt. Did Gilbert look like this when he was being lectured too? How could Roderich have failed to notice? Gilbert was putting all his weight on one foot, and Roderich soon realized why; his ankle was red and swollen. "...W-what happened?"

Gilbert glanced down at his ankle and insisted he was fine. He seemed to be resisting the urge to apologize more.

"You hurt yourself trying to find me," Roderich said slowly, piecing everything together. "I yelled at you and ran away, but you still went out to find me?"

"I had to. I didn't want to leave you alone in the cold." As he spoke, Gilbert took off his jacket and handed it to the shivering Austrian.

Roderich stubbornly pushed it away. "Keep it. You're sick; you shouldn't even be out here."

"I'm not putting it back on. Either take the damn jacket or I'm leaving it here." With that, Gilbert wrapped it around the Austrian's shoulders.

Roderich knew he was fighting a loosing battle and put the jacket on. It was Gilbert's favorite; he wore it everywhere. Roderich noticed that it smelled like him and smiled, pulling the jacket tighter around his tiny frame.

"Better?" Gilbert questioned, trying to look not bothered by the cold wind.

Roderich nodded and leaned against Gilbert. He was dead on his feet, and he knew it showed. "C-can we go home now?"

Gilbert put his arm around Roderich before replying. "Of course." As they walked, Gilbert whispered once more, "I'm so sorry."

"Please stop apologizing," Roderich told him quietly. "You're going to make me sad again."

Gilbert said nothing, but shifted his weight to his good foot and tried to put on a strong face. There was no need for Roderich to feel guilty about the sprained ankle.  
More angst! Since i've had people tell me they like my stories, i decided to write more, but this was all that would come to mind. It was sorta based off a roleplay from awhile ago. It's kinda funny, i was sitting in front of the computer (still sick!) telling myself i needed to write another story for my fans. I had just decided i wanted to do something adorable and cutesy (sorry guys! It's much harder than i thought to get ahold of the explicit story Austria hid! xD) but i couldn't get the image of Roddy getting slapped out of my head for some reason. I sent that text in a joking way, but Roddy took it seriously and it turned into something similar to this. The mental image just wouldn't go away, so i had to write it all down. I promise i'll give you guys something less angsty later today

As usual i don't own Hetalia or the characters used. I'd like to own something here though, so.... um.... I own the plot! No, wait...This was a roleplay so i can't really say i own the idea... hm.... I own my cosplay that caused me to meet my Austria, roleplay with said Austria, and become a fan of PruAus! That works, right? XD
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I love it so much! The feels! Inside Out Reaction Icon: Sadness Inside Out Reaction Icon: Sadness Inside Out Reaction Icon: Sadness  I cried when I first time read that!