Like Father Like Son...?
anonymous
August 4 2009, 04:23:48 UTC
This was too fun a prompt to resist! Kind of spur of the moment (and my first fill, egad). Alas, also short, though with Poland this time~ I hope it makes OP smile~
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Poland gave a frustrated huff, rolling off of his stomach from where he was lying on his bed, waiting for Lithuania to call him back. Honestly, it'd been ten whole minutes already! He took his phone back in hand, considering a call to his father to see when he'd be home...
*SLAM* Speak of the devil....
"Hi, Dad~!" Poland called, amaused, disregarding his phone for a moment to make his way downstairs to greet him. Not very talkative anywhere else, once in the privacy of his own home Germania had no problem with speaking his mind. He'd gone into a rant before Poland had even reach the last step.
"I AM. SO. DONE. That guy totally doesn't take 'No' for an answer, I'm, like, getting a fucking migraine just thinking about it!" He hung up his cloak with an enraged grunt.
"Had a good day with that Rome guy again, I see?" Poland said sarcastically. "Maybe you need to, like, make a sign or something and stick it in his face with one big 'NO'~."
"Oh, like he could read my writing," Germania shot back grumpily. The worst of his anger gone now that he was in the quiet of his home, he rustled Poland's hair apologetically, "Oh. And hi... sorry for blowing up as soon as I walked in - it's just so annoying...."
He made his way to the nearest chair and collapsed into it, Poland following close behind. Poland sat in a nearby seat, swinging his legs over one arm lazily, watching him rub at his eyes in frustration.
"Are you sure you're really, like, communicating?" He asked. He knew his father, he was more likely to have left Rome with just a scowl.
He actually did scowl as he answered, "Well.. no. But he's totally thick - he wouldn't get the message anyway."
"At least that guy likes to talk, Liet's been quiet lately and I've been bummed out..." He said conversationally, pouting.
"Ugh, wanna trade...? " Germania answered tiredly. "No, wait, I don't want you to be subjected to such idiocy."
Poland sat up, tired of the sulky atmosphere. He toed his way over behind his father's chair, running his fingers through Germaina's hair comfortingly. "How about~ we both forgot about this for a while and, like, see if we have any of that ice cream left?"
Germania smiled ever so little, "Lead the way... maybe I'll forget how lame today was."
So then father and son had ice cream before dinner together, while Poland's phone rang upstairs....
I hope it makes OP smile~
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Poland gave a frustrated huff, rolling off of his stomach from where he was lying on his bed, waiting for Lithuania to call him back. Honestly, it'd been ten whole minutes already! He took his phone back in hand, considering a call to his father to see when he'd be home...
*SLAM* Speak of the devil....
"Hi, Dad~!" Poland called, amaused, disregarding his phone for a moment to make his way downstairs to greet him.
Not very talkative anywhere else, once in the privacy of his own home Germania had no problem with speaking his mind. He'd gone into a rant before Poland had even reach the last step.
"I AM. SO. DONE. That guy totally doesn't take 'No' for an answer, I'm, like, getting a fucking migraine just thinking about it!" He hung up his cloak with an enraged grunt.
"Had a good day with that Rome guy again, I see?" Poland said sarcastically. "Maybe you need to, like, make a sign or something and stick it in his face with one big 'NO'~."
"Oh, like he could read my writing," Germania shot back grumpily. The worst of his anger gone now that he was in the quiet of his home, he rustled Poland's hair apologetically, "Oh. And hi... sorry for blowing up as soon as I walked in - it's just so annoying...."
He made his way to the nearest chair and collapsed into it, Poland following close behind. Poland sat in a nearby seat, swinging his legs over one arm lazily, watching him rub at his eyes in frustration.
"Are you sure you're really, like, communicating?" He asked. He knew his father, he was more likely to have left Rome with just a scowl.
He actually did scowl as he answered, "Well.. no. But he's totally thick - he wouldn't get the message anyway."
"At least that guy likes to talk, Liet's been quiet lately and I've been bummed out..." He said conversationally, pouting.
"Ugh, wanna trade...? " Germania answered tiredly. "No, wait, I don't want you to be subjected to such idiocy."
Poland sat up, tired of the sulky atmosphere. He toed his way over behind his father's chair, running his fingers through Germaina's hair comfortingly. "How about~ we both forgot about this for a while and, like, see if we have any of that ice cream left?"
Germania smiled ever so little, "Lead the way... maybe I'll forget how lame today was."
So then father and son had ice cream before dinner together, while Poland's phone rang upstairs....
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Thanks so much, both of you~! I didn't expect this one to get filled.
You are both wunnerful, so now I shower you with thanks and praise~!
Thank you both so much, again~! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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"holdout Polis"? The hell, reCaptcha?
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I MEAN.
I love both these fills and they will never leave my headcanon.
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