april showers: prompt 4 - 1815
Title: 1815
Author: eclecticmum
Prompt: #4
Spring is sprung,
De grass is riz,
I wonder where dem birdies is?
De little birds is on de wing,
Ain’t dat absurd?
De little wing is on de bird!
(Anonymous, "Spring is Sprung")
Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Prussia, Gilbird
Genre: Historical
Rating & Warnings: K
Word Count: 315
Summary: Prussia contemplates his newest aquisition
Prussia rambled along the windswept cliffs of the Baltic coast of Rugen, his red-edged deep blue coat whipping around the close fitting tan breeches and pale blue waistcoat that clothed his lithe soldier’s frame, black booted feet braced against the sea breeze. Gazing across the frigid sea, red eyes narrowed over a toothy grin as he contemplated Sweden’s chagrin over having lost the remainder of Pomerania to him after the French withdrawal. The tall Scandinavian could seethe to his heart’s content, Napoleon had met his Waterloo and Prussia had won the land and the view.
Turning his gaze inland, the albino bent down and plucked a handful of the wildflowers growing in the fields rolling back from the coastal cliffs. The icy salt spray ruffling through his white hair belied the truth the flowers told, spring had come to the north coast. Lifting the blossoms one by one, he let the wind pull them from his grasp and whip them along the line of the cliffs. A particularly large specimen was whisked away in great loops and curlicues until it hit something small but solid which lurched for a moment before regaining its equilibrium and thrusting forward again.
A gloved hand strayed towards his saber, gaze fixed on the darting flower as it shivered and dropped away from the object it had so briefly been concealing. Hands relaxed and the grin reappeared as the little yellow bird flipped through the air to land finally upon his head.
“Where have you been, Gilbird? It is spring already.”
His grin widened as the only response was a haughty chirp and a slight digging into his scalp of talons. Gilbird fluffed his feathers as Prussia turned once again to the sea with an air of satisfaction. This was a good place he had won and spring would renew it now that the engines of war had finally retreated.
Author: eclecticmum
Prompt: #4
Spring is sprung,
De grass is riz,
I wonder where dem birdies is?
De little birds is on de wing,
Ain’t dat absurd?
De little wing is on de bird!
(Anonymous, "Spring is Sprung")
Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Prussia, Gilbird
Genre: Historical
Rating & Warnings: K
Word Count: 315
Summary: Prussia contemplates his newest aquisition
Prussia rambled along the windswept cliffs of the Baltic coast of Rugen, his red-edged deep blue coat whipping around the close fitting tan breeches and pale blue waistcoat that clothed his lithe soldier’s frame, black booted feet braced against the sea breeze. Gazing across the frigid sea, red eyes narrowed over a toothy grin as he contemplated Sweden’s chagrin over having lost the remainder of Pomerania to him after the French withdrawal. The tall Scandinavian could seethe to his heart’s content, Napoleon had met his Waterloo and Prussia had won the land and the view.
Turning his gaze inland, the albino bent down and plucked a handful of the wildflowers growing in the fields rolling back from the coastal cliffs. The icy salt spray ruffling through his white hair belied the truth the flowers told, spring had come to the north coast. Lifting the blossoms one by one, he let the wind pull them from his grasp and whip them along the line of the cliffs. A particularly large specimen was whisked away in great loops and curlicues until it hit something small but solid which lurched for a moment before regaining its equilibrium and thrusting forward again.
A gloved hand strayed towards his saber, gaze fixed on the darting flower as it shivered and dropped away from the object it had so briefly been concealing. Hands relaxed and the grin reappeared as the little yellow bird flipped through the air to land finally upon his head.
“Where have you been, Gilbird? It is spring already.”
His grin widened as the only response was a haughty chirp and a slight digging into his scalp of talons. Gilbird fluffed his feathers as Prussia turned once again to the sea with an air of satisfaction. This was a good place he had won and spring would renew it now that the engines of war had finally retreated.