005. Seeking Solace

by *Tsuyosa-10

"I thought I'd find you here…praying away, as usual. You know, if you'd just behave yourself; you wouldn't feel so guilty," Hungary quipped, kneeling beside her fellow knight.
Prussia looked up at her, his eyes even redder than usual, "I don't know what you're talking about; you're so weird," he said in a hoarse tone.
Hungary sighed, "Of course you don't," she said simply, knowing his ego wouldn't let him open up, or 'be weak' as he preferred to call it.
"Does this have to do with today's battle?" she asked, trying to get him to talk anyway.
Prussia looked away, but his head barely moved in a nod.
"It was your first time killing someone, I'm guessing?" Hungary gently asked.
"Yeah…it was." Prussia admitted in a very quiet tone.
Hungary blinked, she wasn't used to him being so quiet and well, normal; he was usually shouting about how great he was and waving his sword around.

Shifting nervously, she put a gentle hand on his shoulder, "I don't know if this helps or not, but uh, it hurts less with time," she said, attempting to comfort her, somewhat, friend.
"Who said anything about hurting? The awesome me doesn't feel that kind of crap!" Prussia declared, but she could tell by the way the he didn't look at her that it was a lie.
"You're scared that God is angry with you," she said softly; she knew how religious Prussia was, although she was rather religious herself, what with having been listening to the Pope and going to Mass the last few centuries.
She felt Prussia's slim shoulders shrug beneath her hand, "Who isn't at least a bit scared of Him? And that's without having killed someone and knowing that to survive…you'll have to kill again." he replied in such a soft tone, that for a second, she wasn't even sure he'd spoken.
"That's just it though…you had to do it to survive, Gil; no way could He be angry with you over that," she soothed and she felt him relax a tiny bit under her palm.
"You think so?" he asked and she nodded, a bit surprised at how sincere he sounded.
"Very sure; just ask your ruler, I'm sure he'll agree," she replied, smiling.
Prussia swallowed guiltily, "I'm not sure if Father Fritz would understand, he's used to this…" he admitted, he didn't want Fritz to think he was weak; it was bad enough that he was letting Hungary see him like this. "Praying helps," he added, not sure why he was sharing it with her; she'd probably just tease him.
Hungary nodded, "It does, doesn't it?" she agreed, wondering if she should hug him, or if he considered himself too awesome for such things.
"Yeah," Prussia said simply; God stayed quiet and just listened to him, like his journals.
Hungary squeezed his shoulder gently, "It'll be okay, He understands," she said again, hoping it comforted him a bit; it was strange to see him unsure like this.
Prussia grinned, but she could see the doubt behind it, "Of course He does! Who could be angry at the awesome me?" he asked with a laugh, then he became serious again. "Hey, don't tell Austria about this, got it?" he asked.
Hungary chuckled, but smiled, "Of course." she vowed, standing up and offering him a hand.
Prussia shook his head and stood up, "I'm not the girl here, I should be offering you a hand!" he declared and Hungary felt her eye twitch; just when he was being all right, he had to go and ruin it with a comment like that!
Her face flushed crimson and he laughed, a grin spreading across his face, "Later, Hungary! The awesome me has work to do!" he said loudly, turning to walk away.
Stopping for a moment, he looked over his shoulder at her, "And thank you," he said with a sincere smile; then he slipped out the cathedral doors and out into the harsh winter light, the door echoing behind him.
Hungary smiled; she guessed he didn't consider himself too awesome for comfort after all.