Warning Shots [APH Prussia Germany]The room was deliberately silent, the intense kind of silence that could only be described as oppressive. Prussia was keenly aware of it, but it was difficult to find the words to break it. His brother was sitting by the dying fire, his demeanor deflated. His blonde hair was unkempt and his arm was still bound beneath his coat, the damage from the mortar not healing as quickly as it should. His eyes were glazed over as he contemplated the patch of the rug in front of him.More Like This
The sight of the young man so broken rendered Prussia speechless. He had not intended any of this and there was no way for him to remedy it. The feeling of impotence and the rage that accompanied it was boiling in his blood. For all his effort, all his care and training, he had failed yet another brother. The spark of optimism and nationalism that had lit his brother's eyes when the war had begun was gone, replaced with the cold, distant grey of resignation.
Prussia was pacing the room, and the sharp sound of his boot