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Fuck, Prussia thought, swearing as he accidentally kicked a book off of the edge of his bed and onto the floor. The book he read exactly once, but one he picks up nearly every day. Inside the front cover are bandaids and a blade he removed from a pencil sharpener with a knife. Right now only the bandaids remain inside, because the stupid blade fell out as it toppled to the floor.
Prussia leaned over the end of his bed, scouring the floor. It was a lost cause. Once anything small fell down there, there was a good chance it’d never be seen again. He sighed, turning his gaze towards his nightstand.
On the small table lay another handheld pencil sharpener of the same make. He didn’t currently have a screwdriver readily available, nor was there a knife in his room. Ludwig would notice immediately if a knife went missing, and he thought his brother already had suspicions…
He could always run to the kitchen quickly. Or he could wait until night fell, but… Duty calls, or something. Prussia strained his ears, and he didn’t hear Germany walking around. He cracked his door open to see if he was in the living room, but he wasn’t.
After pocketing the sharpener, he slowly walked out. Jumping as he saw his brother through the cracked-open door to his room, sitting on his bed, he coughed a quick, “Hey,” and sped off to the other room.
He made quick work of it, except for a slight hiccup where he forgot which direction to unscrew something, before the blade and screw promptly fell onto the already grey flooring. Well, shit.
He dropped to his knees as he felt around the floor, finding the screw but growing in frustration as the blade literally seemed to disappear. He knew that if he left it there and his brother ended up finding it, he was screwed. No pun intended.
Prussia’s panic only grew as he heard his brother’s door open, and footsteps coming down the hallway. He could feel his heart beating in his chest before his eyes locked on something shiny in one of those crevices where dust collects, and he sighed in relief.
He quickly shoved the blade in his pocket and dusted himself off, acting as if he was looking for something in the fridge as his brother walked in. Prussia pretended to close the fridge in disappointment as he walked past his brother who had just entered, sighing in faux-nonchalance when in reality he was trying to calm down his brain.
He padded briskly to his room, nearly tripping over the carpet as Germany called to him from the kitchen. “Gilbert!” He barked, and Prussia’s heart nearly fell out of his ass. “
Take the trash out!” Germany could be heard tying up the bag, and Prussia nearly sighed in relief. He hadn’t noticed a thing.
He felt the blade in his pocket. He’d have to wash it later. It had been on the ground, after all.