[Part 12] Germany x France / England x France (part 4a)
anonymous
September 15 2010, 05:23:02 UTC
Germany concentrated on the EU budget proposal in his hands. Various reports were laid out on his desk; each document was organized according to origin and the nature of the reports they contained. Each colour-coded and stacked in such an orderly fashion that it almost looked like there were mini coloured buildings sitting on the oak desk. He wore the same stoic expression as he scrutinized the budget's capability of supporting the cohesion policy properly next year and where the extra funds would go once the UK's rebates would be reduced. (Great, another thing England can complain about.) No one would have noticed the turmoil that threatened to erupt from him.
A mug of beer was suddenly put on his desk beside the violet folder that contained Russia's new energy charter proposal to the EU.
"If you're that worried about it, you should have just told Frankreich," Prussia said with knitted brows, a mug of beer in one hand. Well, no one except Prussia would have noticed the turmoil.
"I'm busy," he said curtly and promptly returned his attention to the numbers in front of him. Numbers that he'd been reading repeatedly for a while now.
"West, you've been busy for 68.5 hours straight."
Germany flipped to the next page, the previous one not really registering in his brain. "Polen has asked that the budget be reviewed for--"
Prussia took the document from his hands and threw it over his head. The pages flew out of the folder and scattered themselves across his pristine floor. Germany glared at Prussia, he in turn looked back at the younger nation with an expression very similar to the one he reserved for Germany at times of rare misconduct, when he was still barely a nation being groomed by Bismarck.
"You haven't slept for three days."
"I have a lot of work that needs to be done," he retorted calmly, trying his best to keep his gaze in level with his older brother's despite the instinctual reaction of recoiling. In actuality, Germany was never one to miss sleep. He'd always be able to do his work so efficiently that he didn't need to lose sleep. Still, he didn't think that his older brother would notice.
Prussia shoved away Russia's energy charter proposal into the floor and sat on the edge of the desk. He took a swig of his beer. "If you can't tell Frankreich about it, you can tell me."
Germany sighed and sank back into his chair. He closed his eyes and began massaging his temples. "I'm not worried about anything outside of the EU."
"Too bad they're both in the EU then."
Scheisse. In very stressfull times, he sometimes forgot that England was part of the EU by the way he always acts so eurosceptic. He creased his brows at Prussia. He had a lot of work to do. He didn't want to be worried about them.
And yet, he was.
"Ach Gott! It's just a defence co-op, West. I doubt it would even last long."
"I know."
"They're only doing it for financial reasons."
"I know."
"They're not even sharing aircraft carriers."
"I know."
"But you're still worried."
He is. Germany rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. It was illogical. It was not like him. But he is very worried. He couldn't help it. At first he thought he'd get rid of the anxiety by working, but as the hours progressed, so did his nervousness. The economic crisis had been stressing him out and now England was becoming a burden, somehow floating around France like a fly, often enticing him into a fight and passing snide comments towards Germany. Yes, he had noticed, but pretended that he didn't. England wasn't supposed to be hostile to him in these times of peace. It made him wonder how the island nation was able to so easily reach out to his life-time sworn enemy but not to Germany, who had been extending his hand towards him in a friendly gesture. It was all highly suspect. Their leaders' recent promotions of the Franco-British alliances did not help quell his nerves. France had told him that it was something his government had decided out of financial reasons and nothing more.
What was between England and France was already in the past--at least that's what he tells himself since they started their relationship anew after the reunification.
[Part 12] Germany x France / England x France (part 4b)
anonymous
September 15 2010, 05:24:41 UTC
He wanted to think that England was doing this for his own country or for purposes of the NATO. But then thoughts keep coming up in his head--doubts that he didn't want to welcome. Why did England agree to this? Wasn't he supposed to hate France? What was going on? What was he up to?
"West," Prussia said, breaking Germany's train of thought. "They're still in Paris. You can go there and check; it's technically just next door."
"I'm not going to check." He looked at his desk. "I...I trust Frankreich."
Prussia shook his head and took another swig. "Then go get some sleep before those bags under your eyes grow into luggages," he said, standing up. "You know how that pansy hates ugly things."
Then why did he ever like England? Germany thought miserably.
Prussia hauled him up out of his seat by his left arm and started pushing him out the door of his office to his bed room. "Get some sleep. I'll send Belgien the other stuff you can't finish."
"Ost, I can't--"
"It's either I send them to her or I burn them," he said with that voice again.
Germany couldn't resist. He sighed. "A-All right."
Prussia shoved him into his room. "Oh yeah, don't forget: Nord-Italien invited you to a mass gay kiss-off in Venedig. I already said you'll go."
He slammed the door before Germany could refuse.
Notes:
1. The invite is totally made up for the lulz. Italy's been experiencing homophobic sentiments from its citizens and the nation-wide kiss-off is a campaign against that. But Brussels is busy with the economic crisis so there's a great chance that this thing gets ignored. A senior EU commission official explained that if Berlin (which is also too busy with recession problems to worry about other things) requests a fresh impact assessment study on the anti-discrimination directive (in this case for sexual orientation), Brussels would be willing to do one.
2. Russia's energy charter thing is for the visa-free negotiations between him and the EU.
A mug of beer was suddenly put on his desk beside the violet folder that contained Russia's new energy charter proposal to the EU.
"If you're that worried about it, you should have just told Frankreich," Prussia said with knitted brows, a mug of beer in one hand. Well, no one except Prussia would have noticed the turmoil.
"I'm busy," he said curtly and promptly returned his attention to the numbers in front of him. Numbers that he'd been reading repeatedly for a while now.
"West, you've been busy for 68.5 hours straight."
Germany flipped to the next page, the previous one not really registering in his brain. "Polen has asked that the budget be reviewed for--"
Prussia took the document from his hands and threw it over his head. The pages flew out of the folder and scattered themselves across his pristine floor. Germany glared at Prussia, he in turn looked back at the younger nation with an expression very similar to the one he reserved for Germany at times of rare misconduct, when he was still barely a nation being groomed by Bismarck.
"You haven't slept for three days."
"I have a lot of work that needs to be done," he retorted calmly, trying his best to keep his gaze in level with his older brother's despite the instinctual reaction of recoiling. In actuality, Germany was never one to miss sleep. He'd always be able to do his work so efficiently that he didn't need to lose sleep. Still, he didn't think that his older brother would notice.
Prussia shoved away Russia's energy charter proposal into the floor and sat on the edge of the desk. He took a swig of his beer. "If you can't tell Frankreich about it, you can tell me."
Germany sighed and sank back into his chair. He closed his eyes and began massaging his temples. "I'm not worried about anything outside of the EU."
"Too bad they're both in the EU then."
Scheisse. In very stressfull times, he sometimes forgot that England was part of the EU by the way he always acts so eurosceptic. He creased his brows at Prussia. He had a lot of work to do. He didn't want to be worried about them.
And yet, he was.
"Ach Gott! It's just a defence co-op, West. I doubt it would even last long."
"I know."
"They're only doing it for financial reasons."
"I know."
"They're not even sharing aircraft carriers."
"I know."
"But you're still worried."
He is. Germany rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. It was illogical. It was not like him. But he is very worried. He couldn't help it. At first he thought he'd get rid of the anxiety by working, but as the hours progressed, so did his nervousness. The economic crisis had been stressing him out and now England was becoming a burden, somehow floating around France like a fly, often enticing him into a fight and passing snide comments towards Germany. Yes, he had noticed, but pretended that he didn't. England wasn't supposed to be hostile to him in these times of peace. It made him wonder how the island nation was able to so easily reach out to his life-time sworn enemy but not to Germany, who had been extending his hand towards him in a friendly gesture. It was all highly suspect. Their leaders' recent promotions of the Franco-British alliances did not help quell his nerves. France had told him that it was something his government had decided out of financial reasons and nothing more.
What was between England and France was already in the past--at least that's what he tells himself since they started their relationship anew after the reunification.
Still, he couldn't help but worry.
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"West," Prussia said, breaking Germany's train of thought. "They're still in Paris. You can go there and check; it's technically just next door."
"I'm not going to check." He looked at his desk. "I...I trust Frankreich."
Prussia shook his head and took another swig. "Then go get some sleep before those bags under your eyes grow into luggages," he said, standing up. "You know how that pansy hates ugly things."
Then why did he ever like England? Germany thought miserably.
Prussia hauled him up out of his seat by his left arm and started pushing him out the door of his office to his bed room. "Get some sleep. I'll send Belgien the other stuff you can't finish."
"Ost, I can't--"
"It's either I send them to her or I burn them," he said with that voice again.
Germany couldn't resist. He sighed. "A-All right."
Prussia shoved him into his room. "Oh yeah, don't forget: Nord-Italien invited you to a mass gay kiss-off in Venedig. I already said you'll go."
He slammed the door before Germany could refuse.
Notes:
1. The invite is totally made up for the lulz. Italy's been experiencing homophobic sentiments from its citizens and the nation-wide kiss-off is a campaign against that. But Brussels is busy with the economic crisis so there's a great chance that this thing gets ignored. A senior EU commission official explained that if Berlin (which is also too busy with recession problems to worry about other things) requests a fresh impact assessment study on the anti-discrimination directive (in this case for sexual orientation), Brussels would be willing to do one.
2. Russia's energy charter thing is for the visa-free negotiations between him and the EU.
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