Scarf Napped- Prologue.
anonymous
December 31 2010, 12:34:09 UTC
It hadn't been easy, it has been as risky as hell but it had been worth it.
Prussia fingered the material of the piece of clothing, a smug grin playing on his lips. It has been so worth it.
He'd always worn this goddamn scarf. In the days when Prussia had been under the violent and manic nation's rule, he would have been flogged for messing up the fabric, unable to help it because merely being touched by the taller man made him puke up blood, and it wasn't his fault if it so happened to go all over his clothes. (“Better on him than on the awesome me.”)
And also, it was pink. Pink. What kind of guy wore a pink fucking scarf? Prussia should have known the fatass was a queer, it was just too obvious, walking around, giggling like a little girl, despite the fact that he was six foot whatever and had a tendency to lash out with numerous sadistic tortures on his terrified underlings, especially if he was drunk on vodka.
Well, now that the Commie's most treasured possession was out of his...possession...the fun would begin. Braginski always laughed about how much he enjoyed watching other people squirm.
Now it was his turn.
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(“he would have been flogged for messing up the fabric, unable to help it because merely being touched by the taller man made him puke up blood”- That's in reference to the newest Hetalia Christmas Special Comic. Prussia has a discussion with Finland where he tells him that he cannot help but do just that whenever Russia lays a finger on him.)
Prussia fingered the material of the piece of clothing, a smug grin playing on his lips. It has been so worth it.
He'd always worn this goddamn scarf. In the days when Prussia had been under the violent and manic nation's rule, he would have been flogged for messing up the fabric, unable to help it because merely being touched by the taller man made him puke up blood, and it wasn't his fault if it so happened to go all over his clothes. (“Better on him than on the awesome me.”)
And also, it was pink. Pink. What kind of guy wore a pink fucking scarf? Prussia should have known the fatass was a queer, it was just too obvious, walking around, giggling like a little girl, despite the fact that he was six foot whatever and had a tendency to lash out with numerous sadistic tortures on his terrified underlings, especially if he was drunk on vodka.
Well, now that the Commie's most treasured possession was out of his...possession...the fun would begin. Braginski always laughed about how much he enjoyed watching other people squirm.
Now it was his turn.
-
(“he would have been flogged for messing up the fabric, unable to help it because merely being touched by the taller man made him puke up blood”- That's in reference to the newest Hetalia Christmas Special Comic. Prussia has a discussion with Finland where he tells him that he cannot help but do just that whenever Russia lays a finger on him.)
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