Re: I never liked your wurst, anyway! [2/?]
anonymous
June 9 2009, 21:44:48 UTC
Meanwhile, Germany didn’t know what to think about his brother’s self-confinement.
He’d been so angry for all the trouble he been in with that Romano, accusing him of lewd acts and other things, and right in front of his boss, other nations and their bosses.
Poland and Lithuania went into fits of giggles every time they saw him.
Knowing that it wasn’t him didn’t seem to deter the rumors France had decided to spread about him, or his advances with ass groping, now with some frontal region groping too.
Germany had come home, angry and stressed. Why couldn’t Gilbert calm down his, Gilbert-ness sometimes? He had complained at dinner and Gilbert seemed to find the whole thing amusing.
Germany had not found it amusing to be considered a bigger pervert than England and Japan, put together!
He’d been at his wits end and hadn’t meant what he said about the wall.
He had thought that maybe after a night’s sleep, they would be able to make up and go on as they usually did.
When Gilbert had still not come down for breakfast, he did not go to him, when he refused lunch, Ludwig knew he was being difficult on purpose and it irritated him that his brother could act so childish.
After France decided to prank call him and even got Feliciano involved with his “jokes” Ludwig decided that if Gilbert wanted to starve himself he could go ahead.
He had started first after all! Why did he always have to be the level headed one?
On the third day since everything happened that had caused Germany a very big headache, Germany, having started the day off with a few threats at France, felt in a much better mood.
How could that man put such dirty, sexy- lewd, perverted, should be prohibited from innocent ears, though perhaps we could- no, such kinky things into Italy’s head, well, if they tried-; Ludwig’s mind wandered off every time he remembered some of the things Italy had said.
After he settled down again, he tried to approach Prussia by writing a small note and slipping it under his bedroom door.
Ost,
I am sorry.
Stop hiding, come and join me for some breakfast. I have brought some Blutwurst, your favorite, or I could make pancakes? I bought the Canadian syrup this time; I threw the other one out.
West -----------------------------
At the time Germany slipped his note, Prussia was eating hash browns and whatever was this poor excuse of sausage was that America had brought with him today.
Alfred pointed out the letter and Prussia smacked upside the head for talking.
Germany however, was too nervous at the moment to realize someone besides Prussia was inside the room.
Prussia picked it up, read it, then went back to his breakfast and passed the note to Alfred.
“This is good, right? You can go eat your favorite wurst now and stop complaining about the breakfast I’ve brought you.”
Gilbert just looked even more displeased, took the note and crumbled it.
Then he found some new paper, scribbled furiously on it and pushed it under his door for Germany.
“So?” Alfred asked.
“Tomorrow bring something halfway decent, this food is terrible, and bring some chick food too.” Gilbert suddenly got up and went toward his bed.
“I smuggled the chicks in because it’s getting cold and they’re too awesome to die freezing themselves out there.“.
Gilbert went to his bed, and from behind the curtain pulled a small cradle which had seven chicks still sleeping inside. “Is there organic chick food? I only want the best, so don’t come here with some sawdust and call that chick food will you?”
Re: I never liked your wurst, anyway! [2 cont./?]
anonymous
June 9 2009, 21:54:18 UTC
Germany had been ready to let things go.
But no, Gilbert just had to decide to be more difficult than usual.
His note said:
West,
Suck it.
Take your lame ass apology and come back with something better next time.
Prussia obviously didn’t want his Blutwurst or pancakes so Germany decided he’d eat them himself.
That’d show him.
He went back to Prussia’s door and yelled, so Prussia would hear him, “I wish I had a brother to eat this delicious wurst with, and oh, look some great Canadian maple syrup and those pancakes! So delicious! Too bad I’ll have to eat it by myself!”.
And then he stomped back downstairs.
He’ll call Austria or Hungary; they might know how to get Prussia out of his room.
He’d been so angry for all the trouble he been in with that Romano, accusing him of lewd acts and other things, and right in front of his boss, other nations and their bosses.
Poland and Lithuania went into fits of giggles every time they saw him.
Knowing that it wasn’t him didn’t seem to deter the rumors France had decided to spread about him, or his advances with ass groping, now with some frontal region groping too.
Germany had come home, angry and stressed. Why couldn’t Gilbert calm down his, Gilbert-ness sometimes? He had complained at dinner and Gilbert seemed to find the whole thing amusing.
Germany had not found it amusing to be considered a bigger pervert than England and Japan, put together!
He’d been at his wits end and hadn’t meant what he said about the wall.
He had thought that maybe after a night’s sleep, they would be able to make up and go on as they usually did.
When Gilbert had still not come down for breakfast, he did not go to him, when he refused lunch, Ludwig knew he was being difficult on purpose and it irritated him that his brother could act so childish.
After France decided to prank call him and even got Feliciano involved with his “jokes” Ludwig decided that if Gilbert wanted to starve himself he could go ahead.
He had started first after all! Why did he always have to be the level headed one?
On the third day since everything happened that had caused Germany a very big headache, Germany, having started the day off with a few threats at France, felt in a much better mood.
How could that man put such dirty, sexy- lewd, perverted, should be prohibited from innocent ears, though perhaps we could- no, such kinky things into Italy’s head, well, if they tried-; Ludwig’s mind wandered off every time he remembered some of the things Italy had said.
After he settled down again, he tried to approach Prussia by writing a small note and slipping it under his bedroom door.
Ost,
I am sorry.
Stop hiding, come and join me for some breakfast. I have brought some Blutwurst, your favorite, or I could make pancakes? I bought the Canadian syrup this time; I threw the other one out.
West
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At the time Germany slipped his note, Prussia was eating hash browns and whatever was this poor excuse of sausage was that America had brought with him today.
Alfred pointed out the letter and Prussia smacked upside the head for talking.
Germany however, was too nervous at the moment to realize someone besides Prussia was inside the room.
Prussia picked it up, read it, then went back to his breakfast and passed the note to Alfred.
“This is good, right? You can go eat your favorite wurst now and stop complaining about the breakfast I’ve brought you.”
Gilbert just looked even more displeased, took the note and crumbled it.
Then he found some new paper, scribbled furiously on it and pushed it under his door for Germany.
“So?” Alfred asked.
“Tomorrow bring something halfway decent, this food is terrible, and bring some chick food too.” Gilbert suddenly got up and went toward his bed.
“I smuggled the chicks in because it’s getting cold and they’re too awesome to die freezing themselves out there.“.
Gilbert went to his bed, and from behind the curtain pulled a small cradle which had seven chicks still sleeping inside. “Is there organic chick food? I only want the best, so don’t come here with some sawdust and call that chick food will you?”
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But no, Gilbert just had to decide to be more difficult than usual.
His note said:
West,
Suck it.
Take your lame ass apology and come back with something better next time.
Prussia obviously didn’t want his Blutwurst or pancakes so Germany decided he’d eat them himself.
That’d show him.
He went back to Prussia’s door and yelled, so Prussia would hear him, “I wish I had a brother to eat this delicious wurst with, and oh, look some great Canadian maple syrup and those pancakes! So delicious! Too bad I’ll have to eat it by myself!”.
And then he stomped back downstairs.
He’ll call Austria or Hungary; they might know how to get Prussia out of his room.
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This is getting immensely good!!! Glad to see this prompt filled!!! 8DDDDDDDDDD Ah those two brothers... Alfred... *head desk*
OMG~ The chicks!!! =D Not OP here but anon is pressing that damn F5 button for moreeeeeeeeeeeeee~
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I didn't think anyone would fill that awesome prompt =) And this is great!
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love it, more please <3
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