[She is, in fact, wrong. In actual fact, Austria specifically requested her help. Of course she would have ordinarily asked Germany, or failing that, any one of her acquaintances, but the problem is, she's getting pretty much everyone's presents today, and she'd prefer not to spoil any surprises. So obviously Prussia is the only person left she can ask, because she doesn't care about her surprises, and apart from anything she's pretty sure Prussia doesn't either, being the impatient person she is. It's difficult to shop for her, actually, so Prussia gets the privilege of coming along and just choosing something. Within a reasonable price range.
And while she wasn't necessarily expecting her- she didn't know if she would even agree and she didn't get a call or anything, god- she is, at least, not asleep or otherwise loafing around. She's dressed- in a a very pretty, wintery, seven layers of fluffiness to keep the cold out sort of outfit- and made up and she's currently running a brush through her curls. Or rather, dropping the brush, because what in the name of God is that noise?
She storms out into the hall to throw open a window, because of course it can only be- ]
[She does realize it's a little weird that she's trusting Prussia with secret keeping right? Also contrary to expectations, she loves surprises when it comes to Christmas. She's like a little kid, she bugs everyone to tell her what they're getting her and Germany has to change where she hides the presents every year because she searches the house for them but she really doesn't want the surprise spoiled. Christmas makes her all kinds of happy, especially the presents. But she'll forgive Austria this once, since she has no intention on keeping it within a reasonable price range as soon as she finds out.
Blame Germany for not calling and telling her she agreed, because Prussia is not a call first kind of person. When she sees Austria out the window she just replies by giving her the finger and laying on the horn again. She's still sulking. You see she always does her Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve and this little favor is ruining her plans.
Also when ever Austria feels like joining her out here, she'll notice that she's bundled up in thick pants and a turtleneck and her trade mark coat. No where near as fluffily as Austria.]
[She didn't think that far ahead. Her schedule is all over the place! This is far too late to be Christmas shopping! She's very very stressed and if you think she's going to think of all Prussia's little personality defects, let alone her love of surprise presents, well then you are insane. And she's not getting anything until she helps Austria get everyone else's out of the way.
She slams the window shut, frightening a passing maid, and stalks down to the hallway; she had planned on, you know, eating something, but breakfast out it is. She barks instructions at the staff while she slips on winter boots, with wedges instead of heels and fluffy lining, pulling them up to the hem of her skirt, around her knees. Then a fluffy scarf and gloves, then a fluffy coat- a very fluffy coat, silvery white fur, though the animal lover can calm down, it's faux- and finally a rather elegant matching hat, round and, you guessed it, fluffy. When her maids have brought her purse and her keys, and she's absolutely sure she hasn't forgotten anything, she steps out into the cold, quite grateful for her fluffiness, and shouts for Prussia again.]
You may stop disturbing the neighbours at any time, you know!
[She needs to chill the hell out if this is going to be any kind of pleasant. There's still plenty of time, it's her fault for not bothering Germany sooner. Not that Prussia knows when her help was requested actually, but you know she's guessing here and clearly she is a good guesser.
Once Austria is outside she stops laying on the horn and actually winces at how goddamn fluffy she is, like she really can't believe it's possible for a person to be that fluffy. And it's the middle of the afternoon how could she have not have eaten breakfast already? Prussia's going to throw a fit when she asks for food you know.]
Get in already, and if you touch anything in my car I'll skin you alive.
[She'll be calm if Prussia doesn't provoke her, but if she does all bets are off. And there is not plenty of time! Do you realise how many people she has to buy for? How much money she has to spend?! She hates this part of Christmas.
It's a perfectly reasonable time to eat. And she thought Prussia liked fluffy things.]
I was going to suggest we take my car, but if you insist. Hmph.
[She totters over, careful of the frosty ground; she resembles a very delicate, precarious dessert. Slipping into the passenger's seat she takes up quite a lot of room for a dainty woman, what with her winter coat.]
[That's entirely her fault for insisting on buying things for the whole continent. She should just follow Prussia's rule and only get things for family, then she'd only have to spend money on herself. :D
Prussia likes things that are naturally fluffy, like cats and baby chicks, but Austrias are not naturally fluffy the last time she checked so it just looks weird to her. And taking up all that room in her side of the car certainly doesn't make it seem any less weird. You do know this is only going to inspire more fat jokes, right?]
Don't be stupid I'm suppose to keep you from getting lost, of course you can't drive. And I'm fine.
[Prussia's dislike of winter is entirely because of negative associations. She's actually one of the few immune to General Winter, so as much as she whines about it she's never actually bothered by being cold. Really it's the combination of being cold and alone that upsets her. Though that's pretty rare nowadays, partly because of all her meaningless whining.]
And Austrias have naturally fluffy hair, thank you. It's only the impression of taking up room, she looks fuzzy, not fat. But then again one can't expect much from Prussia's imagination for insults.]
But your car is cramped. Hmph, if you say so.
[She'll leave her alone in the snow one of these days.]
That is a fair point, and she rather likes Austria hair at that, but they are not naturally fuzzy all over. And she can tell the difference but this is the same girl who insists the long skirts are to cover up her fat things so she shouldn't be terribly surprised.]
It's not cramped you're just a fat ass. What'd you do eat all your Christmas desserts before hand?
[Once Austria seems to be settled she pulls out of her driveway and heads down the road, on their way into Vienna proper. And that's so terribly cruel, Lottie will find herself the next one in an octopus tank if she even dares.]
No, her idiocy never surprises her at this point.]
It is cramped. And I have not eaten at all today, because unlike some people, I have been attempting to coordinate the decorating of the house.
[If she wants sympathy for her winter sads she'd better be nice, or she'll be out in the snow for Christmas. While Prussia drives, Austria pulls a very, very long list from her purse, grimacing at the sheer amount of things she has to get; something tells her she should have just got someone to help her online shop.]
And you have to starve yourself because of that? Jesus christ how hard is just putting a goddamn tree up? You're not eating in my car.
[If she gets thrown out in the snow she'll go get her winter sads cheered up by the better Austria so there. Prussia grimaces along with her, she doesn't even have a list or really know what she wants to get people yet just a vague idea of who all needs presents. She'll remember things as she goes along.]
Goddamn your list is longer than Santa's at this point dumbass.
You know for someone who likes to bitch about spending money all the time you sure do a lot of frivolous shit. Oh will we now?
[Get your claws out of her little sister.]
Ugh, you and your freaking etiquette. What's wrong with just getting stuff for family? In case you haven't noticed the economy is kind of shit right now.
[She's dealing with it, complaining about shit while acquiescing to Austria's crazy demands is how she deals with it. Like that one she groans and rolls her eyes, reaching under her seat with one hand until she finds her GPS and hands it to Austria.]
You know how to use one of these right?
[And only because she's there to keep Germany safe, you conniving demon.]
That's a lie and we both know it, that's why I'm here in the first place.
[Lets her play around with it, occasionally peeking over her shoulder to make sure she's not going to make the thing explode, but otherwise letting her do her own thing.]
And while she wasn't necessarily expecting her- she didn't know if she would even agree and she didn't get a call or anything, god- she is, at least, not asleep or otherwise loafing around. She's dressed- in a a very pretty, wintery, seven layers of fluffiness to keep the cold out sort of outfit- and made up and she's currently running a brush through her curls. Or rather, dropping the brush, because what in the name of God is that noise?
She storms out into the hall to throw open a window, because of course it can only be- ]
Preußen!!!
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Blame Germany for not calling and telling her she agreed, because Prussia is not a call first kind of person. When she sees Austria out the window she just replies by giving her the finger and laying on the horn again. She's still sulking. You see she always does her Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve and this little favor is ruining her plans.
Also when ever Austria feels like joining her out here, she'll notice that she's bundled up in thick pants and a turtleneck and her trade mark coat. No where near as fluffily as Austria.]
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She slams the window shut, frightening a passing maid, and stalks down to the hallway; she had planned on, you know, eating something, but breakfast out it is. She barks instructions at the staff while she slips on winter boots, with wedges instead of heels and fluffy lining, pulling them up to the hem of her skirt, around her knees. Then a fluffy scarf and gloves, then a fluffy coat- a very fluffy coat, silvery white fur, though the animal lover can calm down, it's faux- and finally a rather elegant matching hat, round and, you guessed it, fluffy. When her maids have brought her purse and her keys, and she's absolutely sure she hasn't forgotten anything, she steps out into the cold, quite grateful for her fluffiness, and shouts for Prussia again.]
You may stop disturbing the neighbours at any time, you know!
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Once Austria is outside she stops laying on the horn and actually winces at how goddamn fluffy she is, like she really can't believe it's possible for a person to be that fluffy. And it's the middle of the afternoon how could she have not have eaten breakfast already? Prussia's going to throw a fit when she asks for food you know.]
Get in already, and if you touch anything in my car I'll skin you alive.
...You look ridiculous.
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It's a perfectly reasonable time to eat. And she thought Prussia liked fluffy things.]
I was going to suggest we take my car, but if you insist. Hmph.
[She totters over, careful of the frosty ground; she resembles a very delicate, precarious dessert. Slipping into the passenger's seat she takes up quite a lot of room for a dainty woman, what with her winter coat.]
You look cold.
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Prussia likes things that are naturally fluffy, like cats and baby chicks, but Austrias are not naturally fluffy the last time she checked so it just looks weird to her. And taking up all that room in her side of the car certainly doesn't make it seem any less weird. You do know this is only going to inspire more fat jokes, right?]
Don't be stupid I'm suppose to keep you from getting lost, of course you can't drive. And I'm fine.
[Prussia's dislike of winter is entirely because of negative associations. She's actually one of the few immune to General Winter, so as much as she whines about it she's never actually bothered by being cold. Really it's the combination of being cold and alone that upsets her. Though that's pretty rare nowadays, partly because of all her meaningless whining.]
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And Austrias have naturally fluffy hair, thank you. It's only the impression of taking up room, she looks fuzzy, not fat. But then again one can't expect much from Prussia's imagination for insults.]
But your car is cramped. Hmph, if you say so.
[She'll leave her alone in the snow one of these days.]
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That is a fair point, and she rather likes Austria hair at that, but they are not naturally fuzzy all over. And she can tell the difference but this is the same girl who insists the long skirts are to cover up her fat things so she shouldn't be terribly surprised.]
It's not cramped you're just a fat ass. What'd you do eat all your Christmas desserts before hand?
[Once Austria seems to be settled she pulls out of her driveway and heads down the road, on their way into Vienna proper. And that's so terribly cruel, Lottie will find herself the next one in an octopus tank if she even dares.]
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No, her idiocy never surprises her at this point.]
It is cramped. And I have not eaten at all today, because unlike some people, I have been attempting to coordinate the decorating of the house.
[If she wants sympathy for her winter sads she'd better be nice, or she'll be out in the snow for Christmas. While Prussia drives, Austria pulls a very, very long list from her purse, grimacing at the sheer amount of things she has to get; something tells her she should have just got someone to help her online shop.]
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And you have to starve yourself because of that? Jesus christ how hard is just putting a goddamn tree up? You're not eating in my car.
[If she gets thrown out in the snow she'll go get her winter sads cheered up by the better Austria so there. Prussia grimaces along with her, she doesn't even have a list or really know what she wants to get people yet just a vague idea of who all needs presents. She'll remember things as she goes along.]
Goddamn your list is longer than Santa's at this point dumbass.
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A tree? Please. There's a tree in every other room, and that's not getting into the rest of the decorations. And we'll go to a cafe, it's fine.
[Fine, Austria will just spend time with Germany and Hungary and everyone else while she's not around.]
I have to at least send a little token to everyone...it's etiquette.
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[Get your claws out of her little sister.]
Ugh, you and your freaking etiquette. What's wrong with just getting stuff for family? In case you haven't noticed the economy is kind of shit right now.
[Germany cut back her allowance, bawwww]
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[No, she won't elaborate and she won't change her mind, so deal with it. And she doesn't have her claws in her, you delusional imp.]
Yes, we will, there's a nice place near the Mozarthaus.
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[She's dealing with it, complaining about shit while acquiescing to Austria's crazy demands is how she deals with it. Like that one she groans and rolls her eyes, reaching under her seat with one hand until she finds her GPS and hands it to Austria.]
You know how to use one of these right?
[And only because she's there to keep Germany safe, you conniving demon.]
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[She takes it, fiddling with the controls.]
Of course. Let me see...although I could simply tell you the directions, I mean, really...
[No, she couldn't.]
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[Lets her play around with it, occasionally peeking over her shoulder to make sure she's not going to make the thing explode, but otherwise letting her do her own thing.]
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