week three - saturday, post trial (newt)

[eisenundblut]

[It's late by the time Prussia finally decides to return from wherever it is she'd fucked off to after the trial. At least she seems less emotional now, though no less on edge.]

...

[She approaches Newt carefully, not sure if he wants to even be around people right now.]

This seat taken?

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[eisenundblut]

...

[But she just nuzzles her nose back into his hair again and squeezes him too hard to actually be comfortable.]

I'll do everything I can. Really. So just... believe in me, okay?

i'm calling the police

[completelycrazy]

[He does laugh, genuinely even, at Prussia joke, and he doesn't mind the tight squeezing. He welcomes it, actually. Being held like he matters is all he can really ask for on the night before his death... Other than this incredible deus ex machina that he doesn't even know how to begin to express his thanks for.

He still might die, yeah. But maybe not. Maybe not. There's hope, and he's damned good at clinging to hope.]

I do believe in you. Of course I do. And if it makes us targets... Well, we'll deal with that when we have to. If we have to. Who knows, maybe this week's shake-up will distract everyone, or something...

[eisenundblut]

Yeah. Leave it to me.

[She reaches up and ruffles his hair without pulling back, kesesese'ing quietly to herself.]

I think I'm finally makin' the right choice.

[completelycrazy]

[He shivers as she ruffles his hair. He doesn't get this kind of affection very often, and, well, it's nice. He relaxes against her, closing his eyes. Even if they're sitting kind of awkwardly and it's a little uncomfortable, he wants to stay here for as long as possible.]

What do you mean "finally"?

[eisenundblut]

["Awkward and uncomfortable" is pretty much her middle name, really. But she'll shift a little, trying to stay close while also making sure none of her limbs fall asleep.]

Finally! Get to use my role the way I wanna use it, instead of just tryin' to guess ahead and guessin' wrong.

...If it works. If they let me get away with it. I gotta try. You're an important kid, you know that?

[completelycrazy]

Mm. [In thinking about it, he realizes that actually, the odds of this working are pretty slim. Why would the Chiefs give her a role that she can use to spare someone from an execution after they've already been sentenced to die? That's much more of a guarantee than guessing before the weekend.

But he doesn't want to think about that right now, not when she's just given him some hope.]

Why? Because I'm German? [He laughs a little.] There's a lot of Germans out there, y'know.

[eisenundblut]

More than eighty million of you, yeah.

[Prussia, on the other hand, is doing her best to think of it as a Guaranteed Thing, because to think otherwise would be too sad. So she boops his nose, trying to make him smile again.]

But you're my friend. You win the Awesome Me Award for coolness.

[completelycrazy]

[He does smile, mostly because of the "you're my friend" thing but the nose-booping is silly and cute also.]

Hah, well, thanks. It's about time someone gave me credit for how cool I am. [...] I'm glad we're friends, Prussia. And not just because you're probably gonna save my life.

[eisenundblut]

That's what I tell people all the time!!

[To give her the credit she's due for being awesome. She beams, honestly flattered that he's willing to call her his friend.]

But if it doesn't work out... well!! That doesn't matter. Just leave it to me, I'll take care of it!

[completelycrazy]

It'll work. [He says it more to convince himself than her.]

...But what does that mean? You'll take care of it? [Please don't tell him you're gonna try to kill yourself...]

[eisenundblut]

I'll figure something out!

[Clarifies nothing.]

Even if it's just yanking you out of the afterlife myself.

[As if for emphasis, she tugs his hair sharply. Violence is how she shows affection, really...]

[completelycrazy]

Ahh! [He recoils, clapping a hand over the spot where she yanked at his hair. He's laughing, though.]

Jeez, be gentle with me. You'll have ample opportunity to beat me up tomorrow if, uh... [Wait. Bad joke.]

Never mind. Uh. Oh! Actually, I, um... [He pats himself down for a moment, not sure what pocket he put it in, but eventually he digs out the mp3 player he arrived with. He hands it to her.]

Hang onto this for me? You'll have to get more batteries from the Chiefs, though. I've been trying. Heh, maybe this week was entertaining enough.

[Wow is that not funny.]

[eisenundblut]

[There are all kinds of Not Funny things happening right here, and she frowns, taking the mp3 player and turning it over in her hand.]

I'd rather listen to it with you.

[It's a moment of stark honesty as she closes her hand around it and meets his eyes. If anything, her expression looks somewhat petulant. How dare?? Her people get taken away from her like this??]

I don't give a shit about what they find entertaining. If... if it comes down to it, tomorrow...

[She reaches up, brushes her free hand through his hair and pokes the middle of his forehead.]

It'll be quick. I promise, if it's the only thing I can do for you... I won't make some fuckin' show of it. They don't deserve it. You don't deserve it.

[completelycrazy]

[Newt is no good at talking to people even when he's not under intense pressure, so sorry, he's doing his best.]

I know. Me too. But, just in case, okay?

[He tilts against her hand, trying to focus more on the feel of her fingers in his hair than what she's saying. He doesn't want to think about "if it comes down to it".]

...Thanks. I trust you. And, um... If it doesn't work, it's not your fault. They're dicks.