Misunderstood Misunderstanding - 2.5/?
anonymous
October 30 2010, 04:04:55 UTC
ChessBase. Now that he mentioned it, Estonia did recall America showing him this “really cool chess game Germany sold me, but don’t tell anyone else about it, ‘cuz they’ll think it’s weird that I’m into chess. And it’s kind of a dorky game, right? It’s just so addicting, though, you have GOT to try it.” He did, and, quite honestly, he thought that it was one of the most interesting chess programs he had ever encountered. It strongly reminded him of playing against Paul Keres; he could almost hear the clack of pieces on wood as his pawns, rooks, and knights were picked off one by one.
“I have heard of it, yes.” Estonia smiled, glad that Prussia, too, seemed to be into chess. “Have you ever worked on any of the programs?”
Prussia stalled a little bit. “Uh. Sorta. I mean, I worked a little on the Fritz, but mostly I just came up with the name and tested it. Buncha programming that I didn’t understand… I mean, I’m no idiot, I can use a computer, but I can’t make a computer, y’know?”
Estonia had figured as much. After all, when you got right down to it, Prussia was more of a doer than a thinker… not that he was a Neanderthal; he just preferred to run straight into the battle and win as opposed to sitting down to carefully plan his strategy to win. That was what his bosses and Germany were for.
“So do you actually own the program?” Estonia asked.
“Yeah, yeah! I mean, if West would let you use it, you could… wait, verdammt, that wasn’t what you asked, was it? Or were you gonna ask it, and did I jump ahead of your train of thought before it left the station? Not that you train of thought even has to leave, you’re pretty damn smart, it’s probably runnin’ all the time, 24-hour schedule… Ah, I should probably just quit talking while I’m ahead.” Prussia held his hand up to his face, looking as though he was about to go crack a beer bottle over his head and hope that he’d pass out from the pain, which was nothing compared to the internal humiliation he was experiencing right now.
Estonia, ever-helpful, decided to try to nudge Prussia out of his mental corner of shame. “Yes, it would be nice to have someone who knew the program from the beginning show it to me. I could get a different perspective... you’re not a critic who played the game at the end, you’ve played it from the beginning! Do you think that you could bring it over to my house sometime?”
Prussia leapt out of the corner. “Ja, that’d be awesome! For you, I mean, you know, so you could get that new perspective you were talking about. And yeah, what better person to get it from than someone who’s beta tested it, like… you know, me! Yeah, that would be pretty fun. So, when do you need me? Wait, not ‘need’, because that sounds kinda wrong, or… ah, you’re looking at me like I’ve got something coming out of the back of my head again! Just-“
“How about Thursday?”
“… huh?”
“Thursday at noon. We could get something for lunch, and then come back here. Is that okay?”
It took a few seconds for Prussia to come back to his senses. When he did, he found himself nodding fervently. “Yeah. Thursday. Thursday’s great. I’ll be there. See you then.”
Estonia beamed, and as Prussia left, he called out, “Don’t forget to bring the program!”
“No way in hell!” was the reply he got. Head still buzzing with anticipation of learning about the Fritz program hands-on, Estonia closed the door and went to go water his flowers. He had accumulated quite a few of them, and needed to make sure that they stayed healthy for as long as possible.
Estonia didn’t receive any flowers that day, but on the next, he could barely see the doormat for all the asters and gardenias arranged on them in an almost-perfect replication of his flag. And - sure enough - when he counted them, there were exactly thirty-five.
How he was still could have been so clueless would have baffled him later on. Perhaps he just hadn’t wanted to believe it.
Why am I continuing this when I have an essay due by Monday. I have no priorities.
Re: Misunderstood Misunderstanding - 2.5/?
anonymous
October 30 2010, 05:45:43 UTC
PAUL KERES. YOU DID NOT JUST MENTION PAUL KERES, WRITERANON.
OP here has joked many a time that her otp is Eduard/Paul Keres and is in fact writing a thing where they actually play chess together and Estonia exposes the fact he's.. Estonia. ahahaha♥♥♥♥!! Right when I saw that name my face just lit up! xD <3! And the money thing in general, ahhhh ♥ I love reading things including Estonia where people have.. researched Estonia. It's rare! I'm such an estophile and I'm absolutely adoring this!
SO VERY GLAD you decided to continue this a bit! Chess! what geeks ♥ ugh I don't think I could use enough hearts in this comment to EXPRESS MY EVER LASTING JOY but.. but geez. ♥~ It's fabulous. Way, way way way way fabulous. Oh Prussia, how so very dorky in love, and Eesti, so blind~
“I have heard of it, yes.” Estonia smiled, glad that Prussia, too, seemed to be into chess. “Have you ever worked on any of the programs?”
Prussia stalled a little bit. “Uh. Sorta. I mean, I worked a little on the Fritz, but mostly I just came up with the name and tested it. Buncha programming that I didn’t understand… I mean, I’m no idiot, I can use a computer, but I can’t make a computer, y’know?”
Estonia had figured as much. After all, when you got right down to it, Prussia was more of a doer than a thinker… not that he was a Neanderthal; he just preferred to run straight into the battle and win as opposed to sitting down to carefully plan his strategy to win. That was what his bosses and Germany were for.
“So do you actually own the program?” Estonia asked.
“Yeah, yeah! I mean, if West would let you use it, you could… wait, verdammt, that wasn’t what you asked, was it? Or were you gonna ask it, and did I jump ahead of your train of thought before it left the station? Not that you train of thought even has to leave, you’re pretty damn smart, it’s probably runnin’ all the time, 24-hour schedule… Ah, I should probably just quit talking while I’m ahead.” Prussia held his hand up to his face, looking as though he was about to go crack a beer bottle over his head and hope that he’d pass out from the pain, which was nothing compared to the internal humiliation he was experiencing right now.
Estonia, ever-helpful, decided to try to nudge Prussia out of his mental corner of shame. “Yes, it would be nice to have someone who knew the program from the beginning show it to me. I could get a different perspective... you’re not a critic who played the game at the end, you’ve played it from the beginning! Do you think that you could bring it over to my house sometime?”
Prussia leapt out of the corner. “Ja, that’d be awesome! For you, I mean, you know, so you could get that new perspective you were talking about. And yeah, what better person to get it from than someone who’s beta tested it, like… you know, me! Yeah, that would be pretty fun. So, when do you need me? Wait, not ‘need’, because that sounds kinda wrong, or… ah, you’re looking at me like I’ve got something coming out of the back of my head again! Just-“
“How about Thursday?”
“… huh?”
“Thursday at noon. We could get something for lunch, and then come back here. Is that okay?”
It took a few seconds for Prussia to come back to his senses. When he did, he found himself nodding fervently. “Yeah. Thursday. Thursday’s great. I’ll be there. See you then.”
Estonia beamed, and as Prussia left, he called out, “Don’t forget to bring the program!”
“No way in hell!” was the reply he got. Head still buzzing with anticipation of learning about the Fritz program hands-on, Estonia closed the door and went to go water his flowers. He had accumulated quite a few of them, and needed to make sure that they stayed healthy for as long as possible.
Estonia didn’t receive any flowers that day, but on the next, he could barely see the doormat for all the asters and gardenias arranged on them in an almost-perfect replication of his flag. And - sure enough - when he counted them, there were exactly thirty-five.
How he was still could have been so clueless would have baffled him later on. Perhaps he just hadn’t wanted to believe it.
Why am I continuing this when I have an essay due by Monday. I have no priorities.
BUT IT'S FUN NOT TO HAVE PRIORITIES. *shot*
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YOU DID NOT JUST MENTION PAUL KERES, WRITERANON.
OP here has joked many a time that her otp is Eduard/Paul Keres and is in fact writing a thing where they actually play chess together and Estonia exposes the fact he's.. Estonia. ahahaha♥♥♥♥!! Right when I saw that name my face just lit up! xD <3! And the money thing in general, ahhhh ♥ I love reading things including Estonia where people have.. researched Estonia. It's rare! I'm such an estophile and I'm absolutely adoring this!
SO VERY GLAD you decided to continue this a bit! Chess! what geeks ♥ ugh I don't think I could use enough hearts in this comment to EXPRESS MY EVER LASTING JOY but.. but geez. ♥~ It's fabulous. Way, way way way way fabulous. Oh Prussia, how so very dorky in love, and Eesti, so blind~
I love this. a ton. <3!
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Is so awesome and cute that I have no other ways to express my love for it other than just squeal and melt~~~~
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