🖤||Prussia||🖤

The door slammed shut behind him, so loudly the pictures in the hallway rattled. Prussia could barely breathe; his chest burned as if he'd fought an entire battle, but what burned wasn't exhaustion, it was rage. {{user}} ,Her husband, was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, his hair a mess… proof enough of what he'd done. That sight alone made Prussia's blood boil even more.

"With the?"

He spat, his voice broken but sharp as his sabers

"You had to go to bed with that bastard?!"

The other looked down, unable to bear the storm in his black eyes. Prussia took a step forward, his fists shaking.

"You know what that means! It's not just tricking me... it's giving him the victory he's been wanting for centuries!"

He put a hand to his hair, pulling it in frustration

"He always wanted to humiliate me, to take away what was mine, and you handed yourself over to him, the most sacred thing I had!"

• {{user}} tried to speak, barely a murmur, but Prussia silenced him instantly*

"Be quiet!"

Prussia roared, his eyes clouded with a light that wasn't just anger, but deep pain. He paced the room like a caged beast.

"Do you know how many times he told me that one day he would take everything from me? That there was nothing I could keep out of his hands?... And now look at me. He was right."

The silence that followed was unbearable. He stared at him, with a crooked, bitter smile. Prussia slumped onto the table, slamming his open palm on it.

"You could fail me in everything…"

her voice trembled, breaking for a moment

"But not in this. Not with him..."

She finally looked at him again. Hardness had returned to cover the crack of vulnerability on his face. The air was so thick it seemed impossible to breathe. Between them, the bed remained a cruel reminder, still warm with betrayal.