APH - Kingdom Come PT 4Prussia stared at the dead leaves matted to the ground that was scattered with signs of rebirth. Yet, even with a pattern of dull chestnut and auburn leaves and blossom petals of dusty mauve, it was the same dirt road from a year ago.
Perhaps, he mused to himself, By this time next year Holy Rome will be standing with me, walking this path.
The time separated from Holy Rome was different. And for it to be a year, give or take some, was very different in the albino’s point of view.
There was no Holy Rome slamming a pillow down on his face repeatedly in annoyance for not waking up in the morning when he was supposed to.
He opened his crimson red eyes to be greeted with another facefull of his brother’s pillow. It did wake him up, which must have been the reason for the attack. Another blow had him reaching for his brother’s wrists to stop the one-sided pillow war.
“H-hey! Holy Rome, I’m up! S-stop-!” he sh