Third and final Prussia one-shot! From Prussia's POV.

Chapter Summary: Prussia's headaches have been getting worse each time the magic child casts a spell for him. He resolves that he will stop getting the help of the magic child, but when he gets his worst headache yet, is it already too late? Who will come to his aid, and what will the consequences of his wishes be? What will become of Hungary and himself?

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Prussia sat in a grassy meadow filled with mismatched wildflowers, the mid-day sun setting the small pond sparkling. His head was bowed, his sapphire eyes closed, as Hungary kneeled behind him, cutting his golden hair with a small knife. It had grown a little too long and it fell into his eyes, Hungary complaining she couldn't see them.

Hungary had chosen breeches that day, wanting to go hunting, and Prussia didn't mind, it was one of the few chances she had to wear them now. Although the loose tunic hid her curves, Prussia knew he could still feel them when he embraced her. He shooed away such thoughts, and tried to concentrate on the matter at hand, the searing headache raging behind his eyes.

It had only gotten steadily worse with each spell the magic child had cast, and Prussia had considered sending the child away the next he came. But he was more concerned with losing Hungary, his Lizzie, who had been spending more and more time with Austria. It worried him that maybe the spells weren't working anymore, and the headache was his warning.

Was Austria right? Had he been selfish? He refused to believe that; Hungary would choose him over the aristocrat anyways, wouldn't she? Angrily rubbing his sore eyes, Prussia decided that he would stop getting the magic child's help and prove it to his awesome self. If only it wasn't already too late.

Hungary was mumbling something to the German nation, but he didn't hear, his head spinning and pain shooting through it. What was wrong with him? A gentle breeze blew through the meadow and tiny locks of golden hair tangled in the grass around him.

He felt her careful touch on his back, and then worm its way down to his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. He could feel her weight on his shoulders as she leaned into him, her body pressing against his back, and he loved it. He wished he could dote on the feeling, but his thoughts kept getting interrupted by shooting pain.

"There, szerelem, that should be better," she whispered into his ear, slipping the handle of the knife into his hand. He held it loosely. "Let me see."

He could feel her move around to face him, but his face scrunched in pain as another shooting dart raced through his head. He brought the hand without the knife up to his temple, wishing the ache away.

"Gil, are you alright," she asked hesitantly, and he could feel her lips on his forehead. Not wanting to worry her, he opened his eyes and winced. It was too bright. She met his gaze and gasped.

"Gilbert, your eyes are all bloodshot," she said, and he could see the worry in her eyes. She held his head in her hands to get a better look, but he shooed them away.

"I'm fine, Lizzie," Prussia said dismissively, turning around, rubbing his temples. Fortgehen, Fortgehen… he thought. She came around to face him again.

"Really,Gil, if you're not well, we don't have to go," she started. "It's alright, really."

"I-I've just been rubbing my eyes a lot," Prussia quickly tried to find an explanation. "Not enough sleep or something not awesome like that. Let's just go kill something already, and I'll feel better."

"Whatever you say, Prussia," she replied, helping him up, using his nation name to show that she didn't believe him. She leaned down to pick up her bow and her arrows, and he brushed his fingers down her side. He could see her shiver slightly at the touch, his smirk cut across his face. When she stood, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her into a quick kiss, the feeling making his headache melt.

When he broke away, she looked down to hide her blush, and leaned her head on his chest. Bringing up the knife behind her, he quickly cut a small curl of her copper hair.

"Hey!" she cried, slinging the weapons over her shoulder and pulling at the end of her hair to inspect the damage. He held out the lock of hair teasingly in his fingers, bringing it gently to his smirking lips before slipping it into his pocket. Hungary just glared back, reaching into her own pocket, and pulling out a lock of his golden hair. Smiling, she slipped it back into her pocket and ran into the forest, Prussia chasing after her, his white cape billowing out behind him heroically.

Later that afternoon, Prussia was sitting on a branch of a tree, leaning his head against the trunk, cursing his headache. Hungary was perched on a branch across from him, her bow strung with an arrow, waiting silently for an opportune moment. Her other small kills hung from her belt like a weird skirt, his only holding a single small rabbit, the most he had been able to catch with the knife all day.

Hungary's eagle eyes followed the path of a large rabbit nervously shuffling through the underbrush. But all Prussia could see between the shots of pain through his skull was the way his Lizzie's hair fluttered around her dirty face in the gentle forest breeze, her face masked in concentration. Her emerald eyes flicked as she followed the creature's movements, and sparkled when they caught the sun. She looked like a goddess.

Lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't notice the rabbit that had jumped into the bush right beneath his branch, and would not have if it hadn't rustled the dry leaves around it. With a leap, he could land right on top of it. Silently preparing to jump, he waited for Hungary to shoot, so as not to scare off the other rabbit. With just a whisper of a twang she loosed the arrow, and Prussia pounced down onto the unsuspecting rabbit below. There were a few startled squeals, and the forest was silent once more. He skinned the rabbit as she went to retrieve hers, attaching his kill to his belt next to the other.

"Enough awesome for one day?" Prussia asked when she approached him.

She smirked mischievously. "Not just yet, but let's head back to the meadow."

When they reached it, they threw their kills in a pile by the pond and stretched out on the grass, Prussia's headache less intense with his eyes closed. He was perfectly content simply knowing she lay next to him, the ends of her hair tickling his fingers. She moved, and he sighed, but then she did something he didn't expect.

Curling up next to him, she rested her head on his chest, and traced the pattern of his collarbone, then the curve of his muscles under his tunic with her fingers. Opening his eyes, Prussia looked down at her curiously, and her face looked worried. Closing his eyes again, he brought his hand up and gently stroked her side, as if he would remember the exact curve if he repeated the motion enough times.

He decided to ask about her concerning expression. "What is it?"

She looked up at him, and her careful fingers moved to trace his jaw, then his cheekbones, finally resting on the bridge of his nose.

"Your eyes," she began. "I think I like them best."

He smiled, and she giggled as she heard his heart race. But he knew her well enough to recognize the scared undertones in her voice.

"And these are the most awesome," he whispered, tracing her lips with his finger, then curling them in her hair, and finally touching her eyelashes. "But that's not what's bothering you, liebe."

She looked away for a second, propping herself up on his chest, aimlessly doodling with her finger along his collarbone. He closed his eyes again and moved his hand to stroke her back comfortingly. After what felt like forever, she spoke.

"Your headaches," she began, hesitantly. "You've been getting them for a while now, haven't you?"

Prussia didn't respond, just knitted his eyebrows as another shooting pain ripped through his head.

"Don't lie, I know you have," she continued. "Have you told anyone?"

Prussia considered her question carefully before replying. He couldn't tell her about the magic child. "I'm sure it's nothing, Lizzie. Like the awesome me said, just lack of sleep or something."

He opened his eyes to see her glaring at him. "Prussia, you're not just a person. What if something bad is going to happen to your people? Aren't you worried at all?"

He gently stroked her hair. "If it makes you feel better, I'll check on my awesome things when I get home. I'll even check on kleine Heilige Roma," he promised, pulling her into a hug.

"Kösz," she whispered, nestling her head into his neck, and resting her hand on his chest. He let himself melt into the feeling of her in his arms.

However the feeling was short lived as the pain in his head quickly became incessant.

"Scheiße," he swore.

"Mi?" Hungary asked quickly, sitting up to look at him properly. The pain was so bad, Prussia couldn't keep his face masked. He sat up and held his head in his hands, his face contorted in agony. Hungary rested her hand on his arm comfortingly. "Gil, how bad is it?"

"Heilige Scheiße, es ist schlecht, nicht EHRFÜRCHTIG!" Prussia screamed from between clenched teeth, not even bothering to translate.

Hungary pulled away slightly, her eyes wide. "Isten, Gilbert. Stay here, I'm going to get help." She stood quickly, and leaving everything behind, ran into the forest towards home as he screamed.

Curling into a ball, he held his head and let his screams release his pain. Between the shouts, he could hear birds fluttering away in alarm, and he heard the rustle of the underbrush and footsteps on the meadow grass. He prayed it was Lizzie with help, but instead a small set of hands tugged on his arm, trying to pull him up.

Though the pain demanded he keep his eyes glued shut, he fought instinct and opened them to see who it was. His eyes met the scared ocean blue eyes of the magic child, his pale blond hair ruffled awkwardly.

"Fick," Prussia swore, shutting his eyes again, but sitting up. "Make it stop."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" the child muttered as he paced in front of Prussia. "I-I can't! This… this wasn't supposed to happen! Why does it always happen?"

"Mutter Gottes und alles, was heilig ist…" Prussia muttered under his breath. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!"

"I-I don't know, I don't get it," the child stammered.

"WELL DO SOMETHING AWESOME ALREADY! DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" Prussia screamed into the silent forest. Another set of footsteps approached, from the other side of the meadow.

"Where the bloody hell did you go, you little brat," the new voice muttered, vaguely familiar to Prussia, but he couldn't quite place the accent with the headache. "And who, in the name of God, is screaming bloody Mary! They're scaring all the damn creatures away."

There was a squeaking noise, and Prussia could feel the magic child trembling behind him. The German nation dug his fingernails into his skull, biting his tongue to keep from screaming, as the headache intensified again. Tears began to stream silently down his face and he could sense that someone was standing in front of him.

"There you are, you stupid git. And are you blooming mad! What the hell did you do this time?" the voice addressed the child.

"I-I-I don't know!" the magic child stuttered. "P-p-please don't hurt me! I-I-I messed up again, I'm sorry!"

"You can't keep doing this, child!" the voice yelled. "How many times have I told you to stop interfering with people's lives?"

Prussia could hear the voice sigh, and felt a hand on his arm.

"Alright then, mate, let's see the damage. Can you open your eyes?" the voice asked Prussia.

Hesitantly, he opened them too look into the glowing green eyes of a familiar face. But his eyes burned fiercely, and he quickly shut them again, but not before he saw the alarm on England's face.

"Arthur," Prussia forced out. "I hate you. But make it stop… bitte."

England raised his hand and stroked Prussia's head softly. "I'm sorry, Gilbert, but the damage is already done. It'll be over soon. But I'll see what I can do."

Prussia growled to try and relieve some of the pain and Prussia could sense England turning away to scold the child.

"You are in so much trouble, lad. You have no idea. Not even Papa will forgive you this time."

Prussia couldn't handle the pain anymore and he screamed.

"I'm sorry Daddy, please help him!" the child begged.

"I will. But you're grounded for an entire year, do you understand me?" England yelled. There was a pause and then England placed a hand on Prussia's forehead.

"I'm going to make it go away now, alright? Just relax." Prussia nodded and England whispered, "In susurri saltus ventus, ad somnum."

Everything faded and Prussia blacked out on the grass.

When Prussia finally awoke, his headache was mostly gone, just a dull throb in the back of his head. But if his memory served him correct, that was nothing compared to the headache he had before. He opened his eyes, which still stung a little, and realized he was lying on the floor of a dark room. His sword and other weapons sat in a pile in the corner, the only light flickering from under the bottom of a heavy wooden door. Patting himself down, Prussia realized he was still in one piece, his clothes worse for wear, still grass-stained and bloodied from hunting in the forest.

He sat up and his eyes shot to the door, from where he could hear the sliding of a heavy metal bolt. Instinctively, he inched over to his weapons in the corner and drew his sword from its sheath. With a creek, the door inched open and a candle poked through followed by a small, blond haired head with glowing green eyes, the flame from the candle lighting the nooks and crannies of the uneven walls.

"Oh, good, you're up," England whispered, entering the empty room with a bowl full of some kind of unidentifiable sludge. He handed it to Prussia, who took it and set it aside, regardless of how hungry he felt.

"What am I doing here," the German nation asked. "Where am I?"

"Sorry, mate, for keeping you here; it was the only place I could think of where the others wouldn't find you," England explained. "You're at my place. You were out cold when I found you, right you were. Just passed out in front of me, like the lads that spend too long at the pub."

"The awesome me wasn't drunk, if that's what you're thinking," Prussia said, his voice rough from disuse.

"I figured," England replied. "No one sleeps like they're dead for a week even if they're shit-faced. What the bloody hell happened? What do you remember?"

Prussia thought back and remembered it almost as clear as day.

"I was hunting with the awesome Lizzie," Prussia recalled. "Then we went back to the meadow and my headache got really, really bad, and verdammt, it was all because of that magic child."

England just looked at him curiously for a moment, as if unsure how to proceed.

"What is it, loser?" Prussia asked, although he wasn't sure if he really should be insulting England after he had sheltered him for a week.

"Gilbert, there's no way you could have been hunting with Erzsébet. She's been with Roderich ever since the banquet," England explained.

"No… she cut my hair this morning, see," Prussia fiddled with his hair to show it was shorter.

England just shook his head and couldn't look him in the eye. "There… there's something else you should see, mate."

The English nation handed Prussia a small hand mirror, which Prussia took and held up to look at himself. He almost passed out from shock at what he saw. Instead of looking back into sapphire blue orbs like he was used to, he starred into crimson depths. And his normally fiercely blond hair was as pale as winter snow.

"No…" Prussia breathed completely in disbelief.

"Don't panic, git," England spat. "It's completely normal, happens to all kinds of people. It's called albino."

"Mein Gott, that dumm magic child!" Prussia cursed.

"What's this magic child you keep going on about?" England asked.

"This kid who kept coming and performing witchcraft for the awesome me…" Prussia trailed. "You were there, Arthur, you yelled at him. It was your child. Since when did you have kids?"

"Bloody hell, I don't have kids, Gilbert," England explained. "I'm only a teenage nation, I don't even have underlings. And there was no one there but me when I found you. You must've had yourself a right fright, mate."

"No, I swear to God and all that is awesome, it happened!" Prussia exclaimed.

"Hush, you'll wake the rest of the house," England chided.

"Where's Lizzie?" Prussia asked solemnly, not looking England in the eye.

"What?" the English nation asked.

"Lizzie," Prussia repeated. "Hungary, where is she?"

"Oh," England said. "With Austria, like I said before."

"I want to see her," Prussia demanded, his voice monotone and cold.

"Alright, mate, if you say so," England said, standing up, and extending his hand to help the other nation up. "But be careful, you look a little…" England paused as if choosing his words carefully. "Well, frankly, you look a little alarming."

"I don't care," Prussia said as he stalked out of the room. "She's my best friend, and besides, she was there this morning, she went to get help when the headache worsened."

"I haven't seen or heard from her since, mate," England explained. "The only one who made a fuss was that Holy Rome character, and he only wanted to complain that no one was feeding him."

"Ungrateful arschloch," Prussia muttered under his breath. "What did you tell the brat?"

"Sent him to Feliciano and Romano," England said. "Figured that'd keep the tyke busy."

Prussia just nodded in agreement as England retrieved the saddles from the stable.

They rode quickly to the East and stopped outside Austria's house, tying the horses to one of the many trees on the grounds. As always, Prussia could hear music echoing from within.

"Before you go," England began as he dismounted and waited by the tree, Prussia already starting down the garden path. "I found this left where I found you."

England reached into his cloak and procured a small white box and with an eagle emblem on the side. "Danke," Prussia whispered, and left England by the tree.

Walking around the grounds, Prussia spotted his Lizzie, a familiar green gown flowing elegantly down the bench on which she was perched. Her hair was pinned back and brushed, free from leaves and twigs and other forest debris. Her back was straight and poised, her hands neatly folded in her lap, and Prussia wouldn't have recognized her if it wasn't for her emerald eyes that still sparkled with all the courage and ferocity that was Hungary. But Prussia's heart fell when he caught the air of sadness in them.

"Lizzie," Prussia said softly, letting the warm evening breeze carry his voice. She turned slowly to the sound of the voice, and her eyes widened in the alarm.

"Istenem!" Hungary cried, backing up slowly. "A-Austria!"

Austria quickly came running to her alarmed voice in gardens.

"Mein Gott," he breathed when he saw Prussia standing on the walkway.

"Lizzie," Prussia said slowly. "Es tut mir leid. I'm sorry."

Hungary just shook her head, fear plain on her face. Reaching behind her, she drew out her frying pan.

"Lizzie, please," Prussia begged.

"Who are you, and what have you done with Gilbert?" Hungary growled, suddenly angry. Austria trembled behind her but drew his sword.

"Hungary, Austria," Prussia said. "It's me, Prussia, I swear."

"Get out," Hungary cursed, and brought her frying pan down swiftly onto his skull. As he fell unconscious once more, the last thing he saw was his Lizzie crying in the arms of his hated rival, Austria.

Translations (sorry if I butcher anything, I have to rely on google translate and a little common sense)

Scroll through for author's note at end

German

Fortgehen - Go away

liebe - love

kleine Heilige Roma - Little Holy Roma

Scheiße - shit, crap

Heilige Scheiße, es ist schlecht, nicht EHRFÜRCHTIG - Holy shit, it's bad, not AWESOME

Fick - Fuck

Mutter Gottes und alles, was heilig ist - Mother of God, and all that is Holy

Bitte - Please

verdammt - damn

arschloch - asshole

Danke - thanks

Mein Gott - My God

Es tut mir leid - I'm sorry

Hungarian

Szerelem - love

Kösz - Thanks

Mi - What

Isten - God

Istenem - Dear God

Author's Note

So that's it guys! I hope you enjoyed them. They're part of a larger story, so sorry if the ending is a little fragmented. Keep an eye out, there should be more one-shots coming out soon for different pairings. And I'm thinking of doing another PruHun/AusHun from Hungary's perspective.

Reviews are love! Let me know what you think and how I can improve! It will only make the next ones better!

3 Thanks for reading!