Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
Who: Germany (mashespotatoes) and America (idkmybfftony)
Where On the Beach.
When: May 5th.
Rating: PG...13?
Summary: After the epic of this thread, we know there's gotta be some kind of aftermath.
the Story:
He had never had the intention of making America that angry. Well, in all honesty, he had never intended to punch America, either. There were things in your life you realized, after you couldn't take them back, that it was a very bad idea. When it's your government making these decisions, you had an easy out. But that decision had been his own, not influenced by any bosses with crazy ideas of two-front wars.
There were a few things he really got out of the whole experience (and what was the point of experiences, if you didn't reflect on them?)
1) That he was still capable of getting angry,
1a) that his fuse was still really short,
1ai) This was, of course, very bad.
2) Fighting with America wasn't favorable.
2a) Because America was still on the side of democracy.
2ai) Also America knew all the wrong (right?) things to say.
3) He couldn't fight. At all.
3a) He got his ass kicked by a nation in bunny slippers
3b) He used to know how to fight.
3bi) But he hasn't really fought seriously in...well, 65 years?
Now, there was a part of him that wanted to remember, again, what it felt like. Not like a Total War, of course not, but in the sense of honor and bravery his brother had always talked about. Becoming and being a man. Fighting for pride, not out of some greater need for destruction.
Of course, it was a stupid thought. Who would he fight? America? They would cause some considerable damage that way, wouldn't they?
It wasn't like he was out of shape - he still ran in the mornings and exercised, etc, but it was fighting. Shooting the Major, well, guns were easy. Point and pull the trigger, and the Major had been a bit of a sitting duck.
He had replied in German, to the shot, which had disturbed Germany more than he'd say.
Killing him had disturbed Germany more than he'd say. You weren't supposed to kill your own citizens. Criminals were punished by the law - fair trail, the whole bit. Your bosses figured those out, and brought the punishment necessary. But you weren't supposed to do it, and even if the Major was from another world....
Running on the beach was a good way to clear your thoughts, but sometimes it just tangled them more. This, that, and the other thing all clamoring for the most attention.
He hadn't seen his brother in a few days. Which meant that he was probably gone, again. Would he come back? Or had he lost luck this time?
Germany shook his head, willing it to just...settle down for bit. He quickened the pace and tried to focus on the crisp night air.
But it wasn't really working.
Where On the Beach.
When: May 5th.
Rating: PG...13?
Summary: After the epic of this thread, we know there's gotta be some kind of aftermath.
the Story:
He had never had the intention of making America that angry. Well, in all honesty, he had never intended to punch America, either. There were things in your life you realized, after you couldn't take them back, that it was a very bad idea. When it's your government making these decisions, you had an easy out. But that decision had been his own, not influenced by any bosses with crazy ideas of two-front wars.
There were a few things he really got out of the whole experience (and what was the point of experiences, if you didn't reflect on them?)
1) That he was still capable of getting angry,
1a) that his fuse was still really short,
1ai) This was, of course, very bad.
2) Fighting with America wasn't favorable.
2a) Because America was still on the side of democracy.
2ai) Also America knew all the wrong (right?) things to say.
3) He couldn't fight. At all.
3a) He got his ass kicked by a nation in bunny slippers
3b) He used to know how to fight.
3bi) But he hasn't really fought seriously in...well, 65 years?
Now, there was a part of him that wanted to remember, again, what it felt like. Not like a Total War, of course not, but in the sense of honor and bravery his brother had always talked about. Becoming and being a man. Fighting for pride, not out of some greater need for destruction.
Of course, it was a stupid thought. Who would he fight? America? They would cause some considerable damage that way, wouldn't they?
It wasn't like he was out of shape - he still ran in the mornings and exercised, etc, but it was fighting. Shooting the Major, well, guns were easy. Point and pull the trigger, and the Major had been a bit of a sitting duck.
He had replied in German, to the shot, which had disturbed Germany more than he'd say.
Killing him had disturbed Germany more than he'd say. You weren't supposed to kill your own citizens. Criminals were punished by the law - fair trail, the whole bit. Your bosses figured those out, and brought the punishment necessary. But you weren't supposed to do it, and even if the Major was from another world....
Running on the beach was a good way to clear your thoughts, but sometimes it just tangled them more. This, that, and the other thing all clamoring for the most attention.
He hadn't seen his brother in a few days. Which meant that he was probably gone, again. Would he come back? Or had he lost luck this time?
Germany shook his head, willing it to just...settle down for bit. He quickened the pace and tried to focus on the crisp night air.
But it wasn't really working.