I never liked your wurst, anyway! [1/?]
anonymous
June 9 2009, 21:34:32 UTC
Alfred was getting tired of coming by, three times every day, climbing up to the third floor, going into the second window to the right to bring Prussia fast food and keep him company.
He decided to get the facts from Gilbert and hope to find a solution that would get him out of being Prussia’s personal fast food waiter these past days.
“So, what did you do?” Alfred asked Gilbert after handing him that day’s McDonald’s.
It had been 3 days since Sealand had called him at night and told him that France had been at Arthur’s, and weren’t they old, gossiping biddies now, and that Germany had fought with Prussia, and some terrible things were said like, “I never liked your wurst!”, and “I wish the wall had never come down!” and England asked how France knew, and France got all shifty and muttered things about hoping to see nude Germans.
Sealand had called Prussia, since Prussia had, in his free time, befriended him, and gave him lots of tips on getting respect as a nation.
Prussia and Sealand's friendship also had the bonus of annoying that jerk, England, who believed Prussia took Peter under his wing as a way to annoy him and corrupt Peter, which is probably half why Prussia befriended him in the first place. Theirs was a beautiful friendship indeed.
Prussia had told Sealand that he would be hiding out in his bedroom and could Peter please send some food, except not England’s food and to not call again, since Germany might hear and he planned to have Germany suffer his absence completely until he came groveling at his door asking for forgiveness.
Sealand had called America, because he could blackmail America into helping Prussia. Sealand didn’t really understand what the blackmail information he had was, but it had been erased from all history books, decent and indecent books and for some reason only France knew and had traded it for his some of his own blackmail pictures of England nude and on the loose in London.
Alfred had promised Sealand to help Prussia in the morning and bring him breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Alfred wasn’t really all that curious about what Gilbert had done, but after three days, his curiosity demanded some answers.
“Well?”
“Well, What?” Gilbert answered turning away from Alfred and pretending to become very interested in his bed curtains.
“What did you do to make Germany so mad?”
“Me? I didn’t do anything! Why would you think I did anything? Don’t you people believe in innocence until proven guilty?” Alfred just stared at him and thought he looked very shifty but didn’t say anything.
“What? West, he doesn’t know how to take a goddamn joke- I, he should be grateful I to make his humdrum life a little more awesome!”
Alfred just stared at him. Prussia turned and stared back.
“What? Don’t you ever tease your brother? Pass yourself off as him? Have some fun fooling other people? It’s not my fault that Lovino, Romano, why don’t they just pick a name, goddamn- North Italy’s brother, the grouchy Italian, believed me- West- me did stuff.”
Alfred, wanted to ask for more clarification, but decided against trying to get anything more out of Prussia. He could imagine Gilbert running around invading vital regions as Ludwig or something. Maybe Sealand knew? He’d ask Peter later.
“So why don’t you just apologize?” He asked Prussia, when no more information was forthcoming.
“Apologize for what? I didn’t do anything!”
“But you just admitted-“
“I don’t remember doing such a thing.”
Prussia looked at Alfred and sighed. “Besides, it was just a little fun, nothing would have happened if I had gotten the right Italian anyway. Either way, a stupid joke didn’t warrant all that pissiness at me! He said he wished we had a wall between us again! That it’d make his life so much easier!”
Prussia sneered at the last trying to imitate Germany’s tone of voice. But then his usual confident and laughing face had become upset and turned melancholic. Alfred was no longer comfortable with keeping Gilbert company.
Re: I never liked your wurst, anyway! [1 cont./?]
anonymous
June 9 2009, 21:39:38 UTC
Alfred looked at Prussia, then away and kept quiet. Gilbert’s curtains were such a lovely shade or purple, he never imagined Prussia would like lighter hues either.
Prussia decided to keep talking and increase Alfred's uneasiness.
“I never knew what was happening, what was going on outside of that wall you know. At least not what was really true or not. I had never felt so lonely, I mean separated from the little brother that still needed me.“
Gilbert joined Alfred in looking at the curtains.
He took a sip of his Pepsi.
“What happened to that root beer? This is nasty. Anyway, after a while I stopped taking notice of what day, or month it was, they weren’t important and there were more depressing matters to think about and try to fix. And to tell me that he wished that-, I’m not going to apologize for something stupid when he responded by saying that.”
Alfred, didn’t know what to tell Gilbert, who was frowning and looking so un-Gilbert like to him.
This was not like the first days when he laughed about how West would soon come crying at his door, begging forgiveness. He didn’t know how to comfort Gilbert, and he didn’t know Germany well enough to try to intervene.
If this was Matthew he’d offer he take a swing at him, before he started listing out all of America’s faults, which Alfred would not admit but hearing Matthew list them out at him, it always hurt him.
Gilbert and Germany were such different brothers. Well, it was mostly Germany he didn’t understand. And he wasn’t going to offer Gilbert take a punch at him either. He decided that tomorrow he’d bring Gilbert root beer or something not Pepsi.
“Hey, Gilbert”
“Hey, what?” Prussia didn't bother turning to look at him.
“You really liked Matthew’s pancakes and maple syrup that time, right?"
“Hmm, yeah, they were delicious, awesome stuff right there; though I accidentally bought yours once and I got to tell you, that shit was terrible! It didn’t even have maple syrup as an ingredient!”
Prussia was now focused on denouncing the travesty of deceiving consumers with fructose syrup as a viable substitute for maple.
“That high corn fructose crap, I suggest you quit trying to pass off that syrup as edible to innocent maple loving buyers.”
Gilbert looked like he was cheering up now that his attention had been distracted by America’s fake, fructose not maple, maple syrup. However, Alfred knew that look on his face meant he was probably thinking up more ways to insult his fake maple and decided to interrupt him.
“Look, if you want, I don’t know, Canada, usually knows stuff-I can get him to come by with breakfast tomorrow. He’ll bring the good stuff too, not the fructose.”
“Ok, whatever, yeah.”
Gilbert seemed happier though, so, that was good, right? America went home wondering how much longer this fight would go on.
He decided to get the facts from Gilbert and hope to find a solution that would get him out of being Prussia’s personal fast food waiter these past days.
“So, what did you do?” Alfred asked Gilbert after handing him that day’s McDonald’s.
It had been 3 days since Sealand had called him at night and told him that France had been at Arthur’s, and weren’t they old, gossiping biddies now, and that Germany had fought with Prussia, and some terrible things were said like, “I never liked your wurst!”, and “I wish the wall had never come down!” and England asked how France knew, and France got all shifty and muttered things about hoping to see nude Germans.
Sealand had called Prussia, since Prussia had, in his free time, befriended him, and gave him lots of tips on getting respect as a nation.
Prussia and Sealand's friendship also had the bonus of annoying that jerk, England, who believed Prussia took Peter under his wing as a way to annoy him and corrupt Peter, which is probably half why Prussia befriended him in the first place. Theirs was a beautiful friendship indeed.
Prussia had told Sealand that he would be hiding out in his bedroom and could Peter please send some food, except not England’s food and to not call again, since Germany might hear and he planned to have Germany suffer his absence completely until he came groveling at his door asking for forgiveness.
Sealand had called America, because he could blackmail America into helping Prussia.
Sealand didn’t really understand what the blackmail information he had was, but it had been erased from all history books, decent and indecent books and for some reason only France knew and had traded it for his some of his own blackmail pictures of England nude and on the loose in London.
Alfred had promised Sealand to help Prussia in the morning and bring him breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Alfred wasn’t really all that curious about what Gilbert had done, but after three days, his curiosity demanded some answers.
“Well?”
“Well, What?” Gilbert answered turning away from Alfred and pretending to become very interested in his bed curtains.
“What did you do to make Germany so mad?”
“Me? I didn’t do anything! Why would you think I did anything? Don’t you people believe in innocence until proven guilty?” Alfred just stared at him and thought he looked very shifty but didn’t say anything.
“What? West, he doesn’t know how to take a goddamn joke- I, he should be grateful I to make his humdrum life a little more awesome!”
Alfred just stared at him. Prussia turned and stared back.
“What? Don’t you ever tease your brother? Pass yourself off as him? Have some fun fooling other people? It’s not my fault that Lovino, Romano, why don’t they just pick a name, goddamn- North Italy’s brother, the grouchy Italian, believed me- West- me did stuff.”
Alfred, wanted to ask for more clarification, but decided against trying to get anything more out of Prussia. He could imagine Gilbert running around invading vital regions as Ludwig or something.
Maybe Sealand knew? He’d ask Peter later.
“So why don’t you just apologize?” He asked Prussia, when no more information was forthcoming.
“Apologize for what? I didn’t do anything!”
“But you just admitted-“
“I don’t remember doing such a thing.”
Prussia looked at Alfred and sighed. “Besides, it was just a little fun, nothing would have happened if I had gotten the right Italian anyway. Either way, a stupid joke didn’t warrant all that pissiness at me! He said he wished we had a wall between us again! That it’d make his life so much easier!”
Prussia sneered at the last trying to imitate Germany’s tone of voice. But then his usual confident and laughing face had become upset and turned melancholic. Alfred was no longer comfortable with keeping Gilbert company.
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Prussia decided to keep talking and increase Alfred's uneasiness.
“I never knew what was happening, what was going on outside of that wall you know. At least not what was really true or not. I had never felt so lonely, I mean separated from the little brother that still needed me.“
Gilbert joined Alfred in looking at the curtains.
He took a sip of his Pepsi.
“What happened to that root beer? This is nasty. Anyway, after a while I stopped taking notice of what day, or month it was, they weren’t important and there were more depressing matters to think about and try to fix. And to tell me that he wished that-, I’m not going to apologize for something stupid when he responded by saying that.”
Alfred, didn’t know what to tell Gilbert, who was frowning and looking so un-Gilbert like to him.
This was not like the first days when he laughed about how West would soon come crying at his door, begging forgiveness. He didn’t know how to comfort Gilbert, and he didn’t know Germany well enough to try to intervene.
If this was Matthew he’d offer he take a swing at him, before he started listing out all of America’s faults, which Alfred would not admit but hearing Matthew list them out at him, it always hurt him.
Gilbert and Germany were such different brothers. Well, it was mostly Germany he didn’t understand. And he wasn’t going to offer Gilbert take a punch at him either. He decided that tomorrow he’d bring Gilbert root beer or something not Pepsi.
“Hey, Gilbert”
“Hey, what?” Prussia didn't bother turning to look at him.
“You really liked Matthew’s pancakes and maple syrup that time, right?"
“Hmm, yeah, they were delicious, awesome stuff right there; though I accidentally bought yours once and I got to tell you, that shit was terrible! It didn’t even have maple syrup as an ingredient!”
Prussia was now focused on denouncing the travesty of deceiving consumers with fructose syrup as a viable substitute for maple.
“That high corn fructose crap, I suggest you quit trying to pass off that syrup as edible to innocent maple loving buyers.”
Gilbert looked like he was cheering up now that his attention had been distracted by America’s fake, fructose not maple, maple syrup. However, Alfred knew that look on his face meant he was probably thinking up more ways to insult his fake maple and decided to interrupt him.
“Look, if you want, I don’t know, Canada, usually knows stuff-I can get him to come by with breakfast tomorrow. He’ll bring the good stuff too, not the fructose.”
“Ok, whatever, yeah.”
Gilbert seemed happier though, so, that was good, right? America went home wondering how much longer this fight would go on.
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