AN: I have no excuses. Please forgive me. Also expect some plot whenever I get the next chapter.

Arthur Kirkland and the Job

Chapter Twelve

After a few hours Prussia came to the decision that hiding out in some dark unused corridor in the dungeons was not the best way to go about the rest of his life. Even if he'd royally fucked up he couldn't just disappear completely. For starters Hungary would probably be able to track him into the next life and kick his ass for making them worry and he wouldn't break the promise he'd made to support his baby brother anymore than he already had. So when he felt he would be able to at least put on a good act of normality Prussia decided to go deal with Snape first.

Snape was unsurprisingly already waiting for him in his private dungeon rooms. The man threw him an annoyed look as he entered, but when he took in Prussia's state it changed to something oddly blank. And then Snape's lips twitched, before he gained control of himself clearly fighting the urge to smile.

"Well Kirkland seems to avenged his virtue." Snape quipped black eyes brighter than Prussia had ever seen. Prussia growled in response and the man raised his tea to his lips to take a drink, smirking the entire time.

"Yeah, yeah all your doting is getting old Sevy." Prussia was pleased to note that the man visibly flinched at the nickname. Let it not be said that Prussia couldn't get under the thickest of skins. "Now how about my pictures?~"

Wordlessly Snape pointed to the envelope in front of him. Prussia didn't need further prompting and quickly snatched it to see the fruits of his labor. Prussia gave a low, lng whistle at the sight. He knew he'd bewitched the clothes to get increasingly worse the more England tried to recover, but he hadn't suspected Snape would have been able to get such great shots even with the Hogwarts house-elves, which seemed equally parts terrified and in awe of the balck wearing man. Pausing on one particular photo Prussia smirked. France would definitely appreciate the skin tight mini dress designed to look like the french flag that showed off England's shapely legs to their best advantage. And England would pay good money to make sure France never found out. It was only when he saw Snape's disturbed expression that Prussia realized he'd been laughing.

"Your elves take good pictures." Prussia complimented, slipping the envelope, pictures safely tucked inside, into his shirt. He cast a nonverbal protection charm refusing to risk losing years worth of blackmail material that he'd gotten a severe beating to acquire.

"Will that be all or can I have some peace?" Snape said smoothly, but looking rather impatient to be rid of him.

Prussia rolled his eyes, but didn't protest. He'd been able to hold himself together so far, for months really, but he really needed some peace and quiet and to come up with a plan on what he should do about hs feelings or if he should do anything. He was fairly certain he could get through the rest of the day but truthfully he knew, though he hated it, that his best option was to talk to someone about his feelings, which meant, God help him, he'd have to call her. Because he certainly couldn't tell his brother or his friends and it would be really awkward to talk to England about Prussia being in love with his kid and he'd just so happened to have already turned him down sucessfully breaking Canada's heart in the process.

It definitely wouldn't end well, because if England was anything like France no matter how much it seemed like he forgot or simply didn't care he'd kill anyone who so much thought of hurting his precious babies. It was a stance Prussia could understand since he felt the same about Germany. (He still hadn't quite forgiven little Feli for the whole proposal incident all those years ago.)

So really Hungary was the only person he could talk and he just prayed she hadn't found out about him being the one who'd blacked out her cameras in the infamous closests at the World Meeting buildings. Hungary had a bad habit for finding things like that out.

"Are going to leave or not?" Snape grumbled snapping Prussia out of his considerations.

Prussia waved away the comments and turned to leave, twisting a little too fast causing a fresh wave of pain to go through him.

"Fuck." he muttered irritated. Prussia had ignored his pain for awhile, he'd received far worse beatings from Russia and even before that psycho, so he could handle it. But by the feel of things he wouldn't be surprised if England hd broken a rib. Or four.

"Drink this." Snape ordered making Prussia realize the man had somehow gotten across the room to his side almost completely silently. Prussia opened his mouth to demand what Snape was talking about only to have the man shove something in their forcing the albino to drink. It was one of the foulest things he'd ever drunken, including the concoction the Potions Master had made after the Boggart incident, but the pain n his side instantly began to numb.

Prussia blinked and found Snape frowning as the man reached to touch him prodding him with a clinical intrerest. Black eyes sharpened as Prussia flinched slightly when he poked where his ribs were. Prussia groaned, yep they were broken for sure, even dulled he recognized the pain.

"Lift your shirt." Snape ordered dark eyes focused and looking completely serious. Prussia looked at the man surprised, but recogniziing the same tone his brother used when he wouldn't let something go he complied grumbling under his breathe the entire time. Snape ignored him and instantly began touching his chest with the clinical professional air of a doctor. Prussia forced himself not to flinch back as Snape touched the worst of the bruising and were his ribs were, but he saw the man seemed to note when it was worse.

"Put your shirt down and stay here." Snape snapped again and turned on his heel to march off towards his back room connected to the lab.

Confusion didn't cover what Prussia was feeling and he wondered what had triggered the sudden change in demeanor. He didn't have long to consider it becaus esnape found whatever he was looking for and returned with two small vials, which he quickly passed to Prussia ordering him, yet again, to drink. Feeling a little amused, despite his lack of understanding at the change, Prussia complied grimacing at the taste, but not expecting anything better from something Snape had made.

"You appear to have several fractured ribs." Sanpe informed him, voice bored and distant. His entire demeanor screamed 'I don't give a damn', yet he continued in a firm 'do-what-I-say-or-else' voice. "I'll make same pain relief potions tonight you can pick them up from Madam Pomfrey. The potioons I gave you should speed up the healting process to about three weeks. You'll need to take them after you eat in the mornings. They'll make you sick the rest of the day if taken on an empty stomach."

There was a long silence as Prussia looked over the man he'd honsetly been convinced had been plotting his murder for the past few weeks. Apparently their entire relationship needed to be reevluated.

"Ah, Sevy you really do care!"

"Get out of my dungeon! I don't want to see your face until at least January."

"But Sevy the agreements only until December!"

"Die."

Despite the words Prussia was sure it was mostly bluster. Prussia didn't doubt Severus Snape hadn't taken care of someone in a really long time. Despite his initial interest in the man as pure entertainment, maybe getting to know Snape meant more to him than Prussia had realized. Despite the snark and snapping, Snape had still helped him.

Prussia decided he liked him.