Failed domesticity

[beerjugs]

Characters: Prussia, and anyone else!
Date: After the fair.
Summary: Not everyone is happy by the change in weather.
Warnings: None yet

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[teaandpigtails]

England, in contrast, was quite happy about the weather. She looked forward to the rain. It reminded her at home. After Prussia's other guests had left her, England was the next to find her. She walked along the bank of the streams, following a few cats for now. She didn't know where they were taking her, but she felt the need to follow them.

And suddenly the cats disappeared into the bushes and England looked up to see Prussia's jacket hanging on a tree branch. She continued moving around the corner and saw the albino-colored country herself. England was hesitant about approaching her, wondering if Prussia was still nervous about her magic.

She finally got enough courage to sneak over and move closer to the stream. Once she was close enough, England splashed Prussia from the side.

[beerjugs]

At first, Prussia's arms flew to hug her body instinctively against the cold splash of water, jumping from her spot, calf-deep in the water. She squinted in the daylight as not to make out the source, if the direction of the attack.

"Austria, I swear I'll end--" stepping back once, twice, she blinked the water away, standing still as she recognized England's slender form.

It took a moment before she started splashing back.

[teaandpigtails]

Of course, England was expecting a retaliation. She grinned, even as she blocked her face. She didn't realize it was so cold. England stepped into the water and continued more splashing. Neither one of them would back down, and she knew this. They were both stubborn.

"Is that the best you can do, almighty Prussia?"

[beerjugs]

"Now you've done it!" Stepping back and closer to the banks, Prussia reached for her clothes-emptied bucket, scooping as much water as possible in such short a time, before taking a precise aim at England's chest.

[teaandpigtails]

England saw what Prussia was doing as soon the other country began to move. She tried to make a break for it, but England had never been good with water so she was quite slow. She squealed as the water from the bucket hit her, because of the cold, and fell flat on her backside into the stream. Thankfully, it wasn't too deep, but hitting the ground full of rocks still hurt. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.

[beerjugs]

By the time England had recovered, the bucket had been refilled and wielded threatening in Prussia's hands, who stood triumphantly over the blonde's soaked form.

"Fancy another bath?" she grinned, making the bucket sway just a bit with its contents.

[teaandpigtails]

England was quiet for a moment, and then a slow smirk spread across her face. "I think it'd be better if you joined me...!" And she reached up, grabbing Prussia's shirt and yanking down on it.

[beerjugs]

The water hadn't gotten any warmer since the change of the season, and Prussia acknowledged that with a yelp. Perhaps she was fortunate that most of her dry clothes were already on the bank, but it left her with the white shirt, completely soaked once she spluttered out of the water.

"You're vicious," she gasped out.

[teaandpigtails]

"Vicious?" England question. Wasn't that a bit harsh? "You've fought in wars and you can't stand a little cold water?" She scooted a bit closer to Prussia, thinking if they stayed closer they would get warmer.

[beerjugs]

"That was a compliment," Prussia explained, defensively. And water was definitely different. Being wet was never pleasant. She could feel her hair clinging to her back, and she reached back instinctively to wring the water out.

[teaandpigtails]

England watched Prussia with interest, smiling softly and tilting her head. She loved the water, even though she couldn't swim in it. She'd always be a pirate at heart. Though she would have to remember not everyone was as fond of it as her.

She finally got to her feet, water dropping from her skirt down her bare legs, and held out her hand to help Prussia up. "C'mon. Perhaps I can conjure up a hair dryer."

[beerjugs]

"A what?" Incredulous tone aside, she took the hand with no complaints. This particular shirt was a lost cause, and everything else (save for the jacket snatched by the wind) was still drying. She was long due for a bath, anyway, Prussia thought ruefully.

"I should have expected to get wet, what with washing clothes and everything," she grumbled to herself. Conjuring garments out of dirt was never her strong point.

[teaandpigtails]

On the other hand, thanks to Ukraine, England had practically mastered the art of making clothes. And, as soon as the nations were on land, she crouched into the dirt and formed two large, soft bathrobes for them (Prussia's blue, and England's olive green) as well as a few towels so that they could dry their cold bodies. The use of magic anywhere did not frighten her as it most likely did Prussia.

"A hair dryer," she said in response, forgetting that Prussia would not know what that was. She handed the towels and bathrobe to her companion. "It's a piece of equipment used to dry hair. Technology, you know? It blows out warm air. I think you will like it." At least she hoped so.

[beerjugs]

Wrapping herself in the luxurious comfort of the robe, Prussia plopped onto her front over the towel, sighing with happiness at the coveted dryness. Her eyes were closed as she listened to England's explanation, as it did sound like heaven to her. Austria had seemed antiquated as ever, and there was little aside from the Vine to expose Prussia to modern pleasures.

"You must all think I'm very old, having to ask questions like that," she murmured, relishing the thought of hot air blowing through her locks.

[teaandpigtails]

Once England had removed some of her clothes, dried off, and put on the robe, she began to draw something else in the ground. "I don't think you're old," England replied. "Especially considering I'm older than you, and now I'm even older since I'm from the future." After a bit of magical light, another object formed from the dirt. It was a retro hair dryer, cordless, with batteries so England wouldn't have to plug it in. She didn't even know if there was a place around her to plug it in. Another object that popped up, just a simple brush.

"Just sit down... On the towel, or something. make yourself comfortable."

[beerjugs]

"I am comfortable like this," with her forehead cushioned on her linked arms, Prussia could have been sunbathing in the cool autumn sun had she an inkling of the concept of sunbathing. Her damp hair stuck to her bare back, and she bent a leg at the knee, swinging it back and forth as she tried to listen to nothing but the faint chirping of birds overhead.

"It's nice and peaceful, isn't it?" she mused aloud, her tone tilted just so in a question to England. Peace was a luxury, but wouldn't it nice to have that just for an afternoon in this place? And she didn't have to worry about alliances or enmities for once, enjoying someone's company for it was. Perhaps Canada was right, after all.