I open the door, hear the morning traffic [OPEN]

[valvamas]

WHO: All males
WHAT: Chillin'
WHERE: We're at the beach, baby~
WHEN: 1st day of the event
WARNING(S): TBA

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[uprisingphoenix]

Poland was, at least a first, too busy pushing his own agenda to notice Mikuo.

Moving his things far down the beach to avoid detection (his tracks were in the sand, but he'd have to deal with that), he took his shovel and began work on a sand castle.

Nay... a sand fortress.

With walls high enough to hide behind or throw things from, and a moat.

When he was satisfied, he spread out his towel next to his nice cooler of vodka, erected his red-and-white beach umbrella to serve as a flag, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I claim this area in the name of the Kingdom of Poland!"

[gewehrundblut]

Ordinarily, he'd be refuting that declaration with how Poland isn't really on any maps anymore, and then possibly getting Russia to help him take over Poland's claim there, except for one minor issue: He is an albino and this is a beach. A very sunny beach.

Thus, he is grudgingly roasting with the hood of this weird new coat pulled over his head, sleeves down, hands stuffed in pockets, and generally looking miserable under his white umbrella with a black border. It's far too hot and sticky to wear this much clothing, but it's too damn sunny out for him to want to undress any. Sunburn hurts like a bitch and no one wants to hear him whinge about it.

"Yeah, well, this land belongs to the Kingdom of Prussia, and y'don't hear me yellin' about it."

[uprisingphoenix]

It was frankly somewhat shocking to Poland that Prussia wasn't coming over to kick his ass for having the nerve to act like he had the right to his own property... shocking, but not dismaying in the slightest. The blond grinned, wondering if there was some way he could make the sun at his place bright like this... Then again, it wouldn't be great for the rye.

"Just like, letting people know," he called back merrily.

[gewehrundblut]

"As soon as the sun sets, you're toast!"

He snarls, baring his teeth at Poland threateningly. Fuck the sun. Fuck the beach. Fuck his life. He leans out, peering in the general direction of the sky angrily. The sun doesn't even seem to have moved! Of course, he withdraws under his umbrella pretty rapidly. The brightness hurts his eyes without anything to provide shade.

...There has got to be a way to get over there without going out in the damn sunlight.

[uprisingphoenix]

Ah, that was much more like the Prussia he knew and hated virulently.

This was one of those situations where, were Liet around, he'd be all advising caution, but what was the point? Prussia already knew where he was and intended to kick the shit out of him once he could, so all getting him madder was likely to do was amuse Poland. "Good luck with that!"

[gewehrundblut]

He looks down at his shovel. It's a bit small and might take a bit of effort... but he's Prussian. Work does not scare him. Except maybe paperwork, but that shit is boring and he doesn't like it one bit.

The only thing he needs to worry about now is just how solid is this sand? Well. He shall find out, as he sets to work digging. This is going to take a while, and he hopes the sun sets well before he actually gets anywhere, but it's something to do other than mope under his umbrella all day.

A predatory grin is aimed at Poland before he sets to work in earnest.

[uprisingphoenix]

Well, that couldn't be good.

Poland squinted over at Prussia, trying to figure out what the albino was plotting.

...I kinda wanna see the full size image of that icon.

[gewehrundblut]

With diligent work, there is soon a decently sized pile of sand forming around where he had been sitting. If Poland is smarter than Prussia gives him credit for, he might just figure out that Prussia's intention is a tunnel to that section of the beach.

http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u256/LaundryWarrior/PrussiaxPoland048.jpg

[uprisingphoenix]

Poland is, indeed, smarter than Prussia gives him credit for (though he suspects that it would be hard to be less smart than Prussia gives him credit for). After a while, he starts to catch on...

And forms a plan of action. But not yet. No, he'll wait for him to get decently underway, first...

D'awwwww~

[gewehrundblut]

It's going to take a while, but soon the fact that there's no more sand coming out of the mouth of the tunnel makes it obvious that he's stopped moving downwards and is now likely moving across.

Tormenting Poland is like a hobby, isn't it?

[uprisingphoenix]

Well, that sounds like as good a time as any to hop on out of his fort, mosey over to Prussia's hole, and dump as much sand back in as fast as he can!

Yep! Some people build ships in bottles or play chess; Prussia makes Poland's life Hell.

[gewehrundblut]

He doesn't notice the sand being dumped back in, as far as he's gotten under ground. Except, there's a slight problem. It appears he's made a bit of a wrong turn...

(ooc: Pretend the dustrag thing in the icon is his shovel. Also, this comment brought to you by the power of editing. XD)

Poland suggests finding a less dreadful hobby, man :<

[uprisingphoenix]

...How odd.

Oh, well. Poland's just gonna steal Prussia's cooler of whatever beverage he got to supplement his own vodka supply, and his umbrella because why not, and mosey back over to his fort!