The 'New World' Sees You
anonymous
October 3 2009, 23:12:52 UTC
Once upon a time, the western European countries colonized the Americas.
In this AU, they never even had the time to consider it.
When 1492 comes along, Columbus arrives to the Americas to find it as technologically advanced as current day time (same countries, too), and his arrival on their shores has now made them aware of just how 'under-developed' the 'Old World' Nations are.
In 20 years time, the Europeans come to realize that the once 'indifferent to the rest of the continents' Americas are absurdly fascinated with putting the rest of the world up to speed - by force, if need be.
US trying to be the Hero, has never sounded more frightening.
Bonus) Queen Isabella of Castille backed Columbus because for years a good number of royals, herself included, had been suspiscious of just how different, isolated, well-fed and well-armed the Nordic Nations, plus Russia, were (taking into consideration that it was the Little Ice Age and they should have been dying of starvation and not prospering at all!!). The 'new route for India' was a coverup to confirm her suspiscions.
'Tony' doesn't remember where he came from, originally. Not really.
Oh, to be sure, he does have all those grey-skined people hibernating inside him, but they're just sleeping and dreaming and really aren't very good company. And this planet's enviroment isn't really too good for them either, apparently, so waking them up is out, too - what's a Not-Quite-Nation-tan to do, in this sort of situation?
So 'Tony's days and nights go like this, generally - wander around the blue planet yonder, run away when the screams of 'Demon!' get too noisy, check up on the local cattle and occasionally the local intelligent humanoid types, wash, rinse, repeat.
And then he meets the Golden Kid.
Talk talk talk talk, talk talk all the time. 'Tony' tries to answer his questions, when he can understand them, anyhow. And the Kid actually does pay attention, too - though how much he actually understands is another matter entirely. And then the Kid goes off to talk to the other ones walking this land, and to his silver lookalike brother, too. Somewhere along the way, the twin brother starts asking questions, too. 'Tony' never gets as close to him as to his brother, but he does answer his questions occasionally, anyhow.
And now this land is bustling and filled with people. Boxy cars run along tracks, alongside herds of buffalo, and small wooden aircraft make there way through the air.
The Kid still comes and talks to him, giggling and laughing. His people still sleep and dream, but well, that's all right. Maybe he could even figure out some kind of way to make them a habitat that they could live on, eventually, but till then - He can take care of them as long as necessary.
Re: The 'New World' Sees You
anonymous
October 21 2009, 01:46:18 UTC
I'm sorry this prompt was too delicious to pass up. I hope you don't mind a second fill.
Tony had been with Mama Egypt. Pitched in the designs for her beloved pharaohs' tombs. H e had been with Mama Greece. Challenging her philosophers and her mathematicians. He even hanged out with Rome once. Laid the foundations for his infamous roads and coliseum.
Before that, Tony had been in Mesopotamia. Teaching the citizens of irrigation and cartwheels (as in the wheels of carts, not fucking gymnastics you limey). He had been in India. Arguing with the many intellectuals. He even made a brief visit to little China. Bright-eyed with cheeks of rosy youth, the tiny nation quickly learned all the knowledge Tony would offer.
And then, Tony retreated from the world stage. His mother was calling him for dinner after all. Mmm. Yerg worms. So he left.
He came back about a few centuries later. (Stupid light-year differences, stupid homework, stupid chores! And the atomicpzΔmaton's error was so not his fault! How was he supposed to know that the sulfuricdibonic would react with the acidicmonopie?)
But when he came back, the world had become a rather chaotic place. Rome, Mama Greece, Mama Egypt, and all the other "friends" made, were gone. In their place were their stinky, little children.
Tony didn't like these stinky, little children. They were loud, and violent, and none-too-bright. Always starting wars. Squabbling over the dumbest things. Even China had forgotten him, lost in his empirical conquest.
So he had away to a different continent. The Americas as they would later be called. And made his home there.
He had already made some contact with the Maya. But she was still a wee, tiny thing. Barely a baby, that it wasn't so much fun to play with her. Now though, she had fleshed out quite a bit and since Europe was a bust, Tony spent all his time with her. Not that it was a bad thing.
She and all the other little sprouts were good company. He helped Maya make her own pyramids. Made them grander, at least in his opinion, than Egypt's. (Shut the fuck up, he wasn't being petty) And Maya, being a woman, was ever the dutiful multi-tasker and would take on so many projects she wouldn't know which way was up and which way was down. So Tony made her a calendar. But he got lazy and stopped writing at the year 2012 on December 21. And what are the odds of her actually surviving to that age anyways?
Then there were the Incas, Tony helped him with roads as he did with Rome and did some landscape designing in Machu Picchu. And like Tony predicted, Maya was succeeded by Aztec. (No, he wasn't sad about it) And he helped Aztec out too. (And no, it wasn't because she scared him. so she had bigger muscles.)
Meanwhile, Tony's personal life was degenerating. His father was constantly on his back. Literally. Gave Tony one of his spores that grew into a mini-head of his. Harping and harping about pointless things.
"Look at these grades! They are unacceptable! A double frzzn? On EXZ? In this family unit? Unheard of!"
His mother was simply adding fuel to his ire. "Quit laying in your pod like a Xergun Leech Crab! Get a job!"
And his younger sister, otherwise known as the most annoying organism ever produced, lorded over him with her "superior" knowledge. "Why are you always playing in the Milky Way? Huh? Huh? You're so weird like that. Talking about those imaginary planets. I mean people who can't even build a working spiitzmatoid? Yeah, right! You're just crazy! And creepy!"
Until finally! Finally! Tony snapped. He dropped out of the inter-galactic school system.
"Yeah, well father unit! Nobody cares that the sphere trunk of plazmapod is 3254301546132465."
Packed up all his stuff, and loaded them unto his polished spacecraft.
"I am being productive, mother unit! You just don't get it, alright!!"
And littered his younger sister's room with cow shit. A substance unknown in his universe.
"Ha, who's imaginary now? Brat unit!"
Then, without even a word of farewell to his "beloved" care unit. He flew to Earth. Where he was rightly appreciated.
It sounded like a good idea at the time...[2/?]
anonymous
October 22 2009, 01:14:17 UTC
I will be taking liverties with the prompt as well as history. It gets worse from here on out people.
In the late fourteenth century, Europe was leaving the Dark Ages and embracing the Renaissance. A time of art and self-expression. Of science and technology. Of empires and exploration.
It was a time of great progress and change. Humanity was making leaps and bounds in its understanding of the world.
Or so they thought.
There were rumours circulating. Some particularly dark. Some just flat-out crazy.
Whispers of the legendary Vikings. The Scandinavian countries. Once a terror of the seas, now recluse and seemingly inactive. Seemingly.
It had been centuries since the last of the infamous Viking raids, the Europeans finally managing to set up a proper defense. And the Norsemen have settled down somewhat after the spread of Christianity. But that did not explain their almost non-existent presence.
They did not trade with Europe. Portugal, the current naval bad boy, claimed they were not present in Africa. Or the Middle East. Or even Asia. Their ships had virtually vanished from the Mediterranean Sea, the Atlantic Ocean, with a few handfuls floating in the North and Baltic Seas. If the Europeans didn’t know any better (and some of them didn’t), they would think some disaster, some hideous plague, wiped the Scandinavians from the planet.
To deepen the mystery, the Norsemen were also flourishing. Lack of trade, notwithstanding. They were having an agricultural boom. The living conditions were phenomenal. Order and stability setting in.
Naturally.
People grew curious.
The Vikings. Fierce warriors of the North. Tame? Whatever could’ve happened to them?
(Condoms, toilet paper, and video games)
Admittedly, the bloody spread of Christianity aided in calming their fury. But there had to be something more. Something that the Europeans were missing.
(Television, pro-wrestling, and car shows)
It wasn’t until a certain Italian, by name of Christopher Columbus, suggested a westward voyage…
Did the mystery begin to unravel.
“West! That’s it!” Spain crowed. Young and eager, with new power under his belt, he was ready to take on the world. And solving the mystery of the Norsemen was at the top of his list.
“Surely you are not taking little Italy seriously! It is a quaint idea, true. But…” France interjected, nursing his cup of tea.
“Why not? Scared of getting your feet wet?” Prussia snerked, insulting even as he lay a corpse on the breakfast table.
The three were over at Spain’s house. Spent the entire night catching up (a liquor fest), hanging out (drunkenly lamenting their woes), before turning in for the night (orgy). And now, here they were, barely sober with fierce hangovers (well, except Spain), having breakfast and talking like civilized men (well, except Prussia).
It sounded like a good idea at the time...[2.5/?]
anonymous
October 22 2009, 01:15:10 UTC
At one point, the topic of conversation drifted to the Norsemen. Spain, the random dear that he was, brought up cute Ita’s darling idea. The two subjects collided. And Spain had an epiphany.
“But think about it France! They’re not trading in the south. They’re not trading in the east. And they live in the north. Where else would they trade but west?”
“I don’t have a problem with saying that the Norsemen just had some good fortune lately.” France sniffed.
“Fortune’s got nuthin to do with it!” Prussia suddenly perked up. “I was over at the Baltic Sea about a month ago. And you’ll never guess what I saw!”
“Poland in pants.” Spain joked.
“No dumbass! I’m serious here!”
“Well, so am I.”
“Mon cheri.” France cut in. “Please continue what you were saying.”
Prussia huffed. “Well remember those kickass boats they had?”
“The one we wouldn’t let you recreate in the backyard?” Spain blinked.
“Ja. Ja. That one.”
“What about it?” France pressed.
“It’s totally tricked out now! I mean, it had no oars, no sails, but it was moving! As in really fast! As in really, really, really fast!” Prussia gesticulated wildly.
Spain and France shared a look.
“And I dunno about Asia or Africa, but I’m pretty sure neither have made self-powered ships. I mean, this thing was wicked!”
“And you’re point in this entire thing?” France raised one delicate eyebrow.
“How else could they have gotten something so awesome other than trading! I’m telling you, there’s something out there!”
There was complete silence as Spain and France shared a look.
“You think I’m crazy don’t you.”
“I wouldn’t say tha-oui. Oui. I think you’re crazy.” France sighed.
“Hmm… I think Prussia holds some merit.” Spain beamed cheerfully.
Prussia reached across the table, promptly toppling a jar of spices, as he embraced the Spaniard. “I knew there was a reason you were my friend!”
Spain returned the hug affectionately. “It’s settled then. We’re going West!”
“We?”
Prussia released Spain as he jumped for joy.
“Yup. Oh. And I guess we have to bring Italy too. Since Christopher is one of his .”
“We?”
“You’ll have a heck of a time convincing that piano snob to let him go.”
“We?!”
Spain sent France an inquiring look. “Okay. I get it. You said yes.”
“This is not a oui. This is a ‘we’. As in, what makes you think I’m coming along?” France scowled in disdain.
“Aren’t you the least bit curious?” Spain pleaded, pulling out the dreaded puppy dog eyes.
“Quit pussy-footing and just come with us already!” Prussia yelled.
France shook his head. “I’m afraid perhaps another time.”
Spain and Prussia visibly deflated.
France pursed his lips. The gloom settling. Before he sighed. “Oh, alright! But you know, once that idiot, Angleterre realizes I’m going, he’ll want to come to.”
“Let him get his own ship then!” Prussia crowed. “Who cares! We’re going West!”
-- Notes: -Leif Ericson found Canada in the 10th century -Christianity in Scandinavia spread in the 12th century -Renaissance and the Age of Exploration from the 14th to the 16th (?) century -Christopher Columbus is Florentine (?) (no wonder he got lost)
Just so you know. France and Prussia accompanying Spain is of their own volition. The French didn’t start colonizing the Americas until way later. Same for the English. And Prussia never made any colonies as far as I can tell. So they’re all going just cause they’re curious and not because any one of their children are coming
It sounded like a good idea at the time... [3/?]
anonymous
October 28 2009, 01:11:00 UTC
The long, sea voyage was hellish. The company was nightmarish. Although it didn't start out so horrible. It began as wonderful, little adventure with everyone in high spirits.
But then, some time around the point of no return, England showed up.
See, England didn't have the strength to go places on his own. So! He decided to sneak aboard tag along with Spain. Because it was a very big ship. They had room for one more nation. Right? Right.
And this wouldn't have been so bad. Except France was there. And France and England don't mix. Like water and oil. Cats and dogs.
And maybe England wasn't planning on giving himself away. But... It's kinda difficult for him to pull off being Italian. Not the best of ideas for a disguise. So...
Not to mention, those eyebrows do stand out. A little.
So he was caught!
Everyone thought it was okay at first. Until France and England actually saw each other. And...
So now they were going to put England down into the hold. Except he was springy, little bugger. And neither Spain, Prussia, or France could catch him. And sometimes they swore they heard little giggling, like the chiming of tiny bells. But they put it out of their minds and decided to leave England be. As long as England left them alone.
It should've worked except it didn't. The sea voyage crept on. With only one true relief, and that being the Italy brothers they brought along with them. Well, they only decided to bring Veneciano but like romano was going to let that happen. ("Like I'm going to leave mi fratello with the likes of you perverted bastards!")
But in the end, it all squared off. Since Veneciano was ecstatic to see his brother again. And a happy Italy is a cute Italy. So Spain was satisfied. And Prussia rolled his eyes and smacked the Spaniard upside the head when he caught Spain drooling.
So somehow they survived the long, nasty trip.
And one day, just as the crew was about to commit mutiny and throw poor Christopher Columbus off the damned boat. The look out cried,
"LAND HO!"
Spain rushed to the front of the bow. Strong arms lifting him as he climbed to the tip of the bow spirit.
"I see it!" He yelled. "I knew there must be something! Guys! Mira!"
"We see, cheri." france smiled, shaking his head.
Prussia wolf-whistled, leaning precariously over the railing. "Ha! Well would you look at that!"
"What the big deal? It's just a piece of land... We have to get around this just to get to the Far East! If you ask me, it's more of a hassle." England complained, rather sullenly.
"You are an idiot, mon cheri. Do you think we were actually looking for a shortcut to the East?" France huffed, lifting his chin primly.
"Frog bastard. If that's the case, what are you looking for?" England spat.
"We don't know. But we're about to find out." Prussia muttered under his breath.
In this AU, they never even had the time to consider it.
When 1492 comes along, Columbus arrives to the Americas to find it as technologically advanced as current day time (same countries, too), and his arrival on their shores has now made them aware of just how 'under-developed' the 'Old World' Nations are.
In 20 years time, the Europeans come to realize that the once 'indifferent to the rest of the continents' Americas are absurdly fascinated with putting the rest of the world up to speed - by force, if need be.
US trying to be the Hero, has never sounded more frightening.
Bonus) Queen Isabella of Castille backed Columbus because for years a good number of royals, herself included, had been suspiscious of just how different, isolated, well-fed and well-armed the Nordic Nations, plus Russia, were (taking into consideration that it was the Little Ice Age and they should have been dying of starvation and not prospering at all!!). The 'new route for India' was a coverup to confirm her suspiscions.
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The problem is, you see...
'Tony' doesn't remember where he came from, originally. Not really.
Oh, to be sure, he does have all those grey-skined people hibernating inside him, but they're just sleeping and dreaming and really aren't very good company. And this planet's enviroment isn't really too good for them either, apparently, so waking them up is out, too - what's a Not-Quite-Nation-tan to do, in this sort of situation?
So 'Tony's days and nights go like this, generally - wander around the blue planet yonder, run away when the screams of 'Demon!' get too noisy, check up on the local cattle and occasionally the local intelligent humanoid types, wash, rinse, repeat.
And then he meets the Golden Kid.
Talk talk talk talk, talk talk all the time. 'Tony' tries to answer his questions, when he can understand them, anyhow. And the Kid actually does pay attention, too - though how much he actually understands is another matter entirely.
And then the Kid goes off to talk to the other ones walking this land, and to his silver lookalike brother, too.
Somewhere along the way, the twin brother starts asking questions, too. 'Tony' never gets as close to him as to his brother, but he does answer his questions occasionally, anyhow.
And now this land is bustling and filled with people. Boxy cars run along tracks, alongside herds of buffalo, and small wooden aircraft make there way through the air.
The Kid still comes and talks to him, giggling and laughing.
His people still sleep and dream, but well, that's all right. Maybe he could even figure out some kind of way to make them a habitat that they could live on, eventually, but till then - He can take care of them as long as necessary.
It's good to have people to talk too.
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Tony had been with Mama Egypt. Pitched in the designs for her beloved pharaohs' tombs. H e had been with Mama Greece. Challenging her philosophers and her mathematicians. He even hanged out with Rome once. Laid the foundations for his infamous roads and coliseum.
Before that, Tony had been in Mesopotamia. Teaching the citizens of irrigation and cartwheels (as in the wheels of carts, not fucking gymnastics you limey). He had been in India. Arguing with the many intellectuals. He even made a brief visit to little China. Bright-eyed with cheeks of rosy youth, the tiny nation quickly learned all the knowledge Tony would offer.
And then, Tony retreated from the world stage. His mother was calling him for dinner after all. Mmm. Yerg worms. So he left.
He came back about a few centuries later. (Stupid light-year differences, stupid homework, stupid chores! And the atomicpzΔmaton's error was so not his fault! How was he supposed to know that the sulfuricdibonic would react with the acidicmonopie?)
But when he came back, the world had become a rather chaotic place. Rome, Mama Greece, Mama Egypt, and all the other "friends" made, were gone. In their place were their stinky, little children.
Tony didn't like these stinky, little children. They were loud, and violent, and none-too-bright. Always starting wars. Squabbling over the dumbest things. Even China had forgotten him, lost in his empirical conquest.
So he had away to a different continent. The Americas as they would later be called. And made his home there.
He had already made some contact with the Maya. But she was still a wee, tiny thing. Barely a baby, that it wasn't so much fun to play with her. Now though, she had fleshed out quite a bit and since Europe was a bust, Tony spent all his time with her. Not that it was a bad thing.
She and all the other little sprouts were good company. He helped Maya make her own pyramids. Made them grander, at least in his opinion, than Egypt's. (Shut the fuck up, he wasn't being petty) And Maya, being a woman, was ever the dutiful multi-tasker and would take on so many projects she wouldn't know which way was up and which way was down. So Tony made her a calendar. But he got lazy and stopped writing at the year 2012 on December 21. And what are the odds of her actually surviving to that age anyways?
Then there were the Incas, Tony helped him with roads as he did with Rome and did some landscape designing in Machu Picchu. And like Tony predicted, Maya was succeeded by Aztec. (No, he wasn't sad about it) And he helped Aztec out too. (And no, it wasn't because she scared him. so she had bigger muscles.)
Meanwhile, Tony's personal life was degenerating. His father was constantly on his back. Literally. Gave Tony one of his spores that grew into a mini-head of his. Harping and harping about pointless things.
"Look at these grades! They are unacceptable! A double frzzn? On EXZ? In this family unit? Unheard of!"
His mother was simply adding fuel to his ire. "Quit laying in your pod like a Xergun Leech Crab! Get a job!"
And his younger sister, otherwise known as the most annoying organism ever produced, lorded over him with her "superior" knowledge. "Why are you always playing in the Milky Way? Huh? Huh? You're so weird like that. Talking about those imaginary planets. I mean people who can't even build a working spiitzmatoid? Yeah, right! You're just crazy! And creepy!"
Until finally! Finally! Tony snapped. He dropped out of the inter-galactic school system.
"Yeah, well father unit! Nobody cares that the sphere trunk of plazmapod is 3254301546132465."
Packed up all his stuff, and loaded them unto his polished spacecraft.
"I am being productive, mother unit! You just don't get it, alright!!"
And littered his younger sister's room with cow shit. A substance unknown in his universe.
"Ha, who's imaginary now? Brat unit!"
Then, without even a word of farewell to his "beloved" care unit. He flew to Earth. Where he was rightly appreciated.
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I love you and the kink meme!
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This is just so bizzare I think I love you!!!
*sniff* ReCaptcha in it's all knowing wisdom says it all: 'treasury's cuddle' You're just THAT beloved right now!!
Do PLEASE continue!
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In the late fourteenth century, Europe was leaving the Dark Ages and embracing the Renaissance. A time of art and self-expression. Of science and technology. Of empires and exploration.
It was a time of great progress and change. Humanity was making leaps and bounds in its understanding of the world.
Or so they thought.
There were rumours circulating. Some particularly dark. Some just flat-out crazy.
Whispers of the legendary Vikings. The Scandinavian countries. Once a terror of the seas, now recluse and seemingly inactive. Seemingly.
It had been centuries since the last of the infamous Viking raids, the Europeans finally managing to set up a proper defense. And the Norsemen have settled down somewhat after the spread of Christianity. But that did not explain their almost non-existent presence.
They did not trade with Europe. Portugal, the current naval bad boy, claimed they were not present in Africa. Or the Middle East. Or even Asia. Their ships had virtually vanished from the Mediterranean Sea, the Atlantic Ocean, with a few handfuls floating in the North and Baltic Seas. If the Europeans didn’t know any better (and some of them didn’t), they would think some disaster, some hideous plague, wiped the Scandinavians from the planet.
To deepen the mystery, the Norsemen were also flourishing. Lack of trade, notwithstanding. They were having an agricultural boom. The living conditions were phenomenal. Order and stability setting in.
Naturally.
People grew curious.
The Vikings. Fierce warriors of the North. Tame? Whatever could’ve happened to them?
(Condoms, toilet paper, and video games)
Admittedly, the bloody spread of Christianity aided in calming their fury. But there had to be something more. Something that the Europeans were missing.
(Television, pro-wrestling, and car shows)
It wasn’t until a certain Italian, by name of Christopher Columbus, suggested a westward voyage…
Did the mystery begin to unravel.
“West! That’s it!” Spain crowed. Young and eager, with new power under his belt, he was ready to take on the world. And solving the mystery of the Norsemen was at the top of his list.
“Surely you are not taking little Italy seriously! It is a quaint idea, true. But…” France interjected, nursing his cup of tea.
“Why not? Scared of getting your feet wet?” Prussia snerked, insulting even as he lay a corpse on the breakfast table.
The three were over at Spain’s house. Spent the entire night catching up (a liquor fest), hanging out (drunkenly lamenting their woes), before turning in for the night (orgy). And now, here they were, barely sober with fierce hangovers (well, except Spain), having breakfast and talking like civilized men (well, except Prussia).
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“But think about it France! They’re not trading in the south. They’re not trading in the east. And they live in the north. Where else would they trade but west?”
“I don’t have a problem with saying that the Norsemen just had some good fortune lately.” France sniffed.
“Fortune’s got nuthin to do with it!” Prussia suddenly perked up. “I was over at the Baltic Sea about a month ago. And you’ll never guess what I saw!”
“Poland in pants.” Spain joked.
“No dumbass! I’m serious here!”
“Well, so am I.”
“Mon cheri.” France cut in. “Please continue what you were saying.”
Prussia huffed. “Well remember those kickass boats they had?”
“The one we wouldn’t let you recreate in the backyard?” Spain blinked.
“Ja. Ja. That one.”
“What about it?” France pressed.
“It’s totally tricked out now! I mean, it had no oars, no sails, but it was moving! As in really fast! As in really, really, really fast!” Prussia gesticulated wildly.
Spain and France shared a look.
“And I dunno about Asia or Africa, but I’m pretty sure neither have made self-powered ships. I mean, this thing was wicked!”
“And you’re point in this entire thing?” France raised one delicate eyebrow.
“How else could they have gotten something so awesome other than trading! I’m telling you, there’s something out there!”
There was complete silence as Spain and France shared a look.
“You think I’m crazy don’t you.”
“I wouldn’t say tha-oui. Oui. I think you’re crazy.” France sighed.
“Hmm… I think Prussia holds some merit.” Spain beamed cheerfully.
Prussia reached across the table, promptly toppling a jar of spices, as he embraced the Spaniard. “I knew there was a reason you were my friend!”
Spain returned the hug affectionately. “It’s settled then. We’re going West!”
“We?”
Prussia released Spain as he jumped for joy.
“Yup. Oh. And I guess we have to bring Italy too. Since Christopher is one of his .”
“We?”
“You’ll have a heck of a time convincing that piano snob to let him go.”
“We?!”
Spain sent France an inquiring look. “Okay. I get it. You said yes.”
“This is not a oui. This is a ‘we’. As in, what makes you think I’m coming along?” France scowled in disdain.
“Aren’t you the least bit curious?” Spain pleaded, pulling out the dreaded puppy dog eyes.
“Quit pussy-footing and just come with us already!” Prussia yelled.
France shook his head. “I’m afraid perhaps another time.”
Spain and Prussia visibly deflated.
France pursed his lips. The gloom settling. Before he sighed. “Oh, alright! But you know, once that idiot, Angleterre realizes I’m going, he’ll want to come to.”
“Let him get his own ship then!” Prussia crowed. “Who cares! We’re going West!”
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Notes:
-Leif Ericson found Canada in the 10th century
-Christianity in Scandinavia spread in the 12th century
-Renaissance and the Age of Exploration from the 14th to the 16th (?) century
-Christopher Columbus is Florentine (?) (no wonder he got lost)
Just so you know. France and Prussia accompanying Spain is of their own volition. The French didn’t start colonizing the Americas until way later. Same for the English. And Prussia never made any colonies as far as I can tell. So they’re all going just cause they’re curious and not because any one of their children are coming
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can't wait for more!
reCaptcha says 'whether odyssey'. Why yes, I do think that's the general plan.
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But then, some time around the point of no return, England showed up.
See, England didn't have the strength to go places on his own. So! He decided to sneak aboard tag along with Spain. Because it was a very big ship. They had room for one more nation. Right? Right.
And this wouldn't have been so bad. Except France was there. And France and England don't mix. Like water and oil. Cats and dogs.
And maybe England wasn't planning on giving himself away. But... It's kinda difficult for him to pull off being Italian. Not the best of ideas for a disguise. So...
Not to mention, those eyebrows do stand out. A little.
So he was caught!
Everyone thought it was okay at first. Until France and England actually saw each other. And...
So now they were going to put England down into the hold. Except he was springy, little bugger. And neither Spain, Prussia, or France could catch him. And sometimes they swore they heard little giggling, like the chiming of tiny bells. But they put it out of their minds and decided to leave England be. As long as England left them alone.
It should've worked except it didn't. The sea voyage crept on. With only one true relief, and that being the Italy brothers they brought along with them. Well, they only decided to bring Veneciano but like romano was going to let that happen. ("Like I'm going to leave mi fratello with the likes of you perverted bastards!")
But in the end, it all squared off. Since Veneciano was ecstatic to see his brother again. And a happy Italy is a cute Italy. So Spain was satisfied. And Prussia rolled his eyes and smacked the Spaniard upside the head when he caught Spain drooling.
So somehow they survived the long, nasty trip.
And one day, just as the crew was about to commit mutiny and throw poor Christopher Columbus off the damned boat. The look out cried,
"LAND HO!"
Spain rushed to the front of the bow. Strong arms lifting him as he climbed to the tip of the bow spirit.
"I see it!" He yelled. "I knew there must be something! Guys! Mira!"
"We see, cheri." france smiled, shaking his head.
Prussia wolf-whistled, leaning precariously over the railing. "Ha! Well would you look at that!"
"What the big deal? It's just a piece of land... We have to get around this just to get to the Far East! If you ask me, it's more of a hassle." England complained, rather sullenly.
"You are an idiot, mon cheri. Do you think we were actually looking for a shortcut to the East?" France huffed, lifting his chin primly.
"Frog bastard. If that's the case, what are you looking for?" England spat.
"We don't know. But we're about to find out." Prussia muttered under his breath.
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