x - Dream of an Awesome me .02
[The dream seems to be in muted colors, nothing is vibrant and it lacks any sound]
Prussia stands... behind a desk-- pale white rays lacking warmth reaching through the cracks of the closed dusty curtains as the nations eyes are fixed upon a sheet of paper on the desk. A shaky hand reaches down to curl fingers about the paper lifting it up closer to his eyes as he tries not to look to the arm chair he's standing beside.
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Sun light pours over the floor boards of the study, dusty Prussian blue curtains do little to hold back the rays of a sunlight, as they are tied back with gold rope to allow the scenery to greet the one seated at a large elaborate desk of French design. A man in his prime sits in the chair-- his hand reaching out to grasp a stamp as he pours red wax from a candle over the lip of a envelop-- sealing it with the seal of his initials. The envelope is set to the side as the man with long tied back hair sinks back for a moment in his chair, a warm yet worn smile on his face as he takes in the comforting silence in relaxation that he only shared with a old Greyhound that kept it's long snout resting upon it's front paws at the feet of it's master. His hand lifts up a sheet after a pause, just small bit of written words across it's surface in his own hand writing-- he exhales and lifts to begin writing on it-- however he stops and looks over to the door of the study as if hearing something.
The door to the study is suddenly flung open, the door cracking against the wall beside it which makes a small painting drop from it's nail onto the ground-- it goes ignored by the loud white haired Prussian who's smiling from ear to ear while flailing a paper in his hand back and forth as he skitters into the room over to the desk where the older gentleman sits up a bit more, the greyhound on the other hand just keeps dozing. The man keeps that proud smile over his lips as if he were looking down upon a grand son. The white haired nation opens his eyes still grinning before he plants the sheet of paper onto the desk pointing at it with a gloved finger as he leaned over rereading something out loud then lifting himself up away from the desk to laugh loudly though the sound is muted. The man with the warm smile lifts the sheet up, letting his aged eyes roam over the slip before he too lets out a amused chuckle before he rests his eyes to the nation who is of course still laughing boastfully. The man seems to suggest something that makes the eternally youthful nation freeze then snap a even wider grin as he gives a thumbs up at the old man ere he whips himself around, cape twisting as the hat on his head tilts to the side as he leaves the room to go fetch something.
The old man softens his smile-- and his eyes close, a hand reaching down as the dog lifts it's head to meet the fingers of it's master-- gray eyes closing to the affectionate scratches against it's scalp.
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Poking his head back into the room Prussia is smiling again before lifting up two mugs filled with frothy liquid in his hands- he says something while his eyes close because he's smiling so hard. Walking into the room he plops the mug down on the desk before his King-- opening his eyes they slide up to the side as he babbles on about something that he thinks is funny before he tips his mug back to steal a drink-- however-- he stops short-- red eyes giving a glance down to the old man who hasn't moved. His eyes slant as he gives a shake of his head and sets his mug down beside the untouched one. He maneuvers around the side of the desk and hoods his eyes like a irritated six year old craving attention-- he lifts a finger and pokes it to the man's forehead mouthing urges for the other to stop dozing like a old man. He seems to make a annoyed face- pursing his lips with more poking to the man's forehead before he... slowly stops... just gazing at the closed eyes. Prussia's eyebrows crease under his bangs as he lowers the hand, confusion filling his expression. His eyes widen and suddenly he shoots his arms out to grasp at the old man's shoulders, fingers knotting against the man's coat giving the man a violent shake in that arm chair teeth gritting as desperation holds to the pale haired 'albino's face.
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Prussia is sanding in that study again, though this time he's in front of the desk, dressed not in any uniform, he wears a heavy dark coat and his hat is missing. His gloved fingers rest on the edges of the desk as his eyes stare off to the floorboards. The white rays of sun light just barely manage to reach that sheet of paper. He steps away dragging up a fist to rub his knuckles against one of his eyes-- a pained, forced, smile over his lips before he stumbles off into the direction of the door.
[The albino bolts awake-- groggy eyes darting around pew he's sitting in. He exhales a little lifting his hand to rub the sleep from his eyes oblivious that the dream berry has of course returned to him after chucking it out into some bushes to avoid a certain angry little girl.]
Keehh... that Spain takes too long to get his ass over here.
Prussia stands... behind a desk-- pale white rays lacking warmth reaching through the cracks of the closed dusty curtains as the nations eyes are fixed upon a sheet of paper on the desk. A shaky hand reaches down to curl fingers about the paper lifting it up closer to his eyes as he tries not to look to the arm chair he's standing beside.
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Sun light pours over the floor boards of the study, dusty Prussian blue curtains do little to hold back the rays of a sunlight, as they are tied back with gold rope to allow the scenery to greet the one seated at a large elaborate desk of French design. A man in his prime sits in the chair-- his hand reaching out to grasp a stamp as he pours red wax from a candle over the lip of a envelop-- sealing it with the seal of his initials. The envelope is set to the side as the man with long tied back hair sinks back for a moment in his chair, a warm yet worn smile on his face as he takes in the comforting silence in relaxation that he only shared with a old Greyhound that kept it's long snout resting upon it's front paws at the feet of it's master. His hand lifts up a sheet after a pause, just small bit of written words across it's surface in his own hand writing-- he exhales and lifts to begin writing on it-- however he stops and looks over to the door of the study as if hearing something.
The door to the study is suddenly flung open, the door cracking against the wall beside it which makes a small painting drop from it's nail onto the ground-- it goes ignored by the loud white haired Prussian who's smiling from ear to ear while flailing a paper in his hand back and forth as he skitters into the room over to the desk where the older gentleman sits up a bit more, the greyhound on the other hand just keeps dozing. The man keeps that proud smile over his lips as if he were looking down upon a grand son. The white haired nation opens his eyes still grinning before he plants the sheet of paper onto the desk pointing at it with a gloved finger as he leaned over rereading something out loud then lifting himself up away from the desk to laugh loudly though the sound is muted. The man with the warm smile lifts the sheet up, letting his aged eyes roam over the slip before he too lets out a amused chuckle before he rests his eyes to the nation who is of course still laughing boastfully. The man seems to suggest something that makes the eternally youthful nation freeze then snap a even wider grin as he gives a thumbs up at the old man ere he whips himself around, cape twisting as the hat on his head tilts to the side as he leaves the room to go fetch something.
The old man softens his smile-- and his eyes close, a hand reaching down as the dog lifts it's head to meet the fingers of it's master-- gray eyes closing to the affectionate scratches against it's scalp.
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Poking his head back into the room Prussia is smiling again before lifting up two mugs filled with frothy liquid in his hands- he says something while his eyes close because he's smiling so hard. Walking into the room he plops the mug down on the desk before his King-- opening his eyes they slide up to the side as he babbles on about something that he thinks is funny before he tips his mug back to steal a drink-- however-- he stops short-- red eyes giving a glance down to the old man who hasn't moved. His eyes slant as he gives a shake of his head and sets his mug down beside the untouched one. He maneuvers around the side of the desk and hoods his eyes like a irritated six year old craving attention-- he lifts a finger and pokes it to the man's forehead mouthing urges for the other to stop dozing like a old man. He seems to make a annoyed face- pursing his lips with more poking to the man's forehead before he... slowly stops... just gazing at the closed eyes. Prussia's eyebrows crease under his bangs as he lowers the hand, confusion filling his expression. His eyes widen and suddenly he shoots his arms out to grasp at the old man's shoulders, fingers knotting against the man's coat giving the man a violent shake in that arm chair teeth gritting as desperation holds to the pale haired 'albino's face.
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Prussia is sanding in that study again, though this time he's in front of the desk, dressed not in any uniform, he wears a heavy dark coat and his hat is missing. His gloved fingers rest on the edges of the desk as his eyes stare off to the floorboards. The white rays of sun light just barely manage to reach that sheet of paper. He steps away dragging up a fist to rub his knuckles against one of his eyes-- a pained, forced, smile over his lips before he stumbles off into the direction of the door.
[The albino bolts awake-- groggy eyes darting around pew he's sitting in. He exhales a little lifting his hand to rub the sleep from his eyes oblivious that the dream berry has of course returned to him after chucking it out into some bushes to avoid a certain angry little girl.]
Keehh... that Spain takes too long to get his ass over here.