You're Going Down, Hapsburg! ... Or not. 1/2
anonymous
May 27 2009, 04:56:54 UTC
"--and that is why I laugh at you, yes, laugh, because I am so awesome!"
Instead of doing the decent thing by trembling in terror and immediately admitting defeat, Austria calmly finished polishing his glasses with his handkerchief. The handkerchief was singed with gunpowder, and Austria was covered with dirt and whatever muck there was on the battlefield, but he looked as cool, detached and aristocratic as ever. "I see. Your unique opinions never fail to be thought-provoking."
"What the hell does that mean?!" Prussia demanded. This was beyond annoying, in Prussia's opinion. Austria was beaten, Maria Theresa was probably crying in Vienna and still the bastard wouldn't back down.
"To be perfectly honest, it means that I am contemplating your idiocy anew."
Prussia seized him by the cravat. "Care to say that to me again, you music-loving--"
"Your Fredrick II plays the flute, does he not?" asked Austria, mildly. "I heard he was something of a virtuoso."
"He is! He's as awesome with the flute as I am at- at anything!"
Austria gently pulled Prussia's fingers off of his cravat. "Hm."
Prussia was incensed. "Look, anything you can do, I can do better. I can do- I can do anything better than you."
"I highly doubt that," Austria said, sitting down on a drum.
"I can live only on bread and cheese!"
Austria raised an eyebrow. "Can you?"
"That's a legitimate talent!"
"Or a mark of a disappointing food culture, low standards and an unsophisticated palate. Rats live on bread and cheese."
"Because - because rats are awesome! I can also wear anything better than you."
Austria eyed Prussia's grimy uniform. "Perhaps when you learn how to properly tie a cravat I treat such an assertion with a little more credulity. As it is, I very much doubt you would look better in my coat than I do."
Them was fighting words, as England's teenaged colony would say, so Prussia seized Austria by the sleeve and snarled, "Gimme that, you ponce! I will look six, no seven times more awesome in this coat than you do!"
Austria proved himself monstrously disobliging by slapping away Prussia’s hand and the two ended up scuffling. Fisticuffs were hardly Austria's style; he needed a fighting form with a bit more elegance to it. He was a much more controlled fencer than Prussia, which Prussia liked to forget, but he was remarkably ineffective at taking and throwing punches. Prussia stripped Austria of coat and cravat and, with a quick uppercut, sent him tumbling into the abandoned pile of instruments from his military band behind them.
Instead of doing the decent thing by trembling in terror and immediately admitting defeat, Austria calmly finished polishing his glasses with his handkerchief. The handkerchief was singed with gunpowder, and Austria was covered with dirt and whatever muck there was on the battlefield, but he looked as cool, detached and aristocratic as ever. "I see. Your unique opinions never fail to be thought-provoking."
"What the hell does that mean?!" Prussia demanded. This was beyond annoying, in Prussia's opinion. Austria was beaten, Maria Theresa was probably crying in Vienna and still the bastard wouldn't back down.
"To be perfectly honest, it means that I am contemplating your idiocy anew."
Prussia seized him by the cravat. "Care to say that to me again, you music-loving--"
"Your Fredrick II plays the flute, does he not?" asked Austria, mildly. "I heard he was something of a virtuoso."
"He is! He's as awesome with the flute as I am at- at anything!"
Austria gently pulled Prussia's fingers off of his cravat. "Hm."
Prussia was incensed. "Look, anything you can do, I can do better. I can do- I can do anything better than you."
"I highly doubt that," Austria said, sitting down on a drum.
"I can live only on bread and cheese!"
Austria raised an eyebrow. "Can you?"
"That's a legitimate talent!"
"Or a mark of a disappointing food culture, low standards and an unsophisticated palate. Rats live on bread and cheese."
"Because - because rats are awesome! I can also wear anything better than you."
Austria eyed Prussia's grimy uniform. "Perhaps when you learn how to properly tie a cravat I treat such an assertion with a little more credulity. As it is, I very much doubt you would look better in my coat than I do."
Them was fighting words, as England's teenaged colony would say, so Prussia seized Austria by the sleeve and snarled, "Gimme that, you ponce! I will look six, no seven times more awesome in this coat than you do!"
Austria proved himself monstrously disobliging by slapping away Prussia’s hand and the two ended up scuffling. Fisticuffs were hardly Austria's style; he needed a fighting form with a bit more elegance to it. He was a much more controlled fencer than Prussia, which Prussia liked to forget, but he was remarkably ineffective at taking and throwing punches. Prussia stripped Austria of coat and cravat and, with a quick uppercut, sent him tumbling into the abandoned pile of instruments from his military band behind them.
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