Day 57: Game Room (Third Shift)

[zack_fair]

Having already met two new people today, Zack found that his mood was slowly starting to improve, if only out of necessity. While he didn't like dumping his problems on his friends, he was even less willing to do so with a stranger. More than that, Rose had been very personable and he'd felt good about himself for being to help her with a few

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[hat_einen_vogel]

Upon entering the game room, Prussia was disappointed to see they didn't have that 'video game' from earlier in the week set up. He'd wanted to try it again after Claude had showed him how to play, but... On second thought, maybe that wouldn't have been such a great idea with England around. He didn't think he could lose at playing some video obstacle course, but he was still learning how, after all. This would have just been practice, and he definitely didn't need England around while practicing

[hat_einen_vogel]

Prussia cast a glance back at the other nation-he'd found some cards, it looked like-but quickly turned back to the cabinets. Was England trying to rub it in? Because if he was, it was working. Yes, it had been a painful time, but so what if England had lost some land and some dignity? Prussia had lost everything, and one of the ones to blame for that was standing in the same room as him.

"Yeah, sure," he muttered, gritting his teeth. He tried focusing on finding something interesting to pass the time; maybe once they found a game England would stop talking about it.

He pulled out a brightly-colored box labeled 'Candy Land'. "What the hell's this?"

[hat_einen_vogel]

Prussia stared at the box for a moment longer, and then nodded his agreement.

"You're probably right," he said. It only took another moment-in which he'd realized England had actually not made a further comment about the war and how it continued to linger in the minds of men and nations and had focused on the game instead-for him to make up his mind. "Alright, we're trying this."

Before England could refuse, Prussia started making his way towards a table, box in hand. A different game would probably have been better-some kind of strategy game, maybe-but as long as it kept England from continuing to rub at still-fresh wounds (so to speak), this would be fine.

He could still hear sounds of the movie coming from the next room.