Achtundzwanzig [action]

[reluctantnanny]

[[ooc: Backdated to a short time (within a day or two?) after Prussia's entry inquiring about the status of Germany's purity.]]

[The book collection of German literature he regained was nice. The white flag that Italy made for him made him stop and ponder silently. The third regain was an empty box. Germany understood why it was empty the instant

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[muskatli]

[Guess who also lives there, and had been watching the fight with a mix of awe, horror, and befuddlement?]

[muskatli]

[And watching.]

[muskatli]

[And yes, this is just ridiculous and maybe a little bit hot]

What do you two think you're doing?!

[reluctantnanny]

[Dammit Mom's here]

Everything's fine. No problems.

[Just trying to work his way out of a choke-hold. He can get it, just give him a minute.]

[muskatli]

You're half n-naked and acting like children is that my flowerbed?!

[It's been a while since the frying pan was out. This is a brand new one.]

[armywithcountry]

[Too busy choking Germany with one arm and applying what is probably the most painful noogie ever with the other to notice the new frying pan.]

Stay out of this, Hungary - gotta teach my little bro here what happens when he tries to challenge me! Besides, those flowers were ugly, anyway.

[muskatli]

[Originally, she was going to help separate them.

Not after that.

Head, meet pan.]

[reluctantnanny]

[NOOOOO

He can't look up, but he knows that sound. DAMMIT HUNGARY, THIS WAS MANO Y MANO] O-OY!!

[muskatli]

I expected nothing better from that idiot. But you, Germany? Shame on you.

[armywithcountry]

Gah!

[And he's just going to slump against Germany's shoulder here, momentarily dazed...look at the pretty birdies....]

[reluctantnanny]

Tch.. [Prussia's grip loosening around his neck, Germany grabs hold of his arms so he doesn't slide off where's he's slump against him.

Heart rate still high, Germany turns and spits out some mud that got on his lips.] ...He respects you, Miss Hungary. You've proven your strength to him.

Now it's my turn to.

[muskatli]

[She's not angry about the flowers anymore, but there's a mix of confusion and upset on her features. Hands on hips, she tries to look stern.]

By acting like barbarians? We could use that strength for something else. [Never mind she just assaulted someone with a frying pan.]

[armywithcountry]

[His ears are still ringing and his head hurts like a motherfucker, but he's starting to come to. For once in his life, though, Prussia actually shows some restraint, pretending to remain unconscious - he wants to hear the rest of this conversation.]

[reluctantnanny]

How else can I prove it? Everything else is hearsay of my success at war before coming here, and he'd just shrug it off as me "playing war".

And it's not like this is counter-productive. The more we learn about each others' strengths like this, the better prepared we are to deal with the horrors of this place. I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense... [Sighs, heart rate starting to finally slow.]

It's not all anger...

[muskatli]

[There's something akin to envy in her eyes. Almost, but she doesn't dwell on it long.]

It must have been serious, whatever it was, and anger or not. I've known you all your lives, so you'll forgive me when I worry. [She bends down to retrieve her pan.]

...You two will have to replant my flowerbed for me.

[armywithcountry]

I'm not replanting shit.

[He finally lets go of Germany and gets to his feet, shaking his head slightly to clear it. When he glances back up, there's something tired in his eyes.]

Sometimes I forget how young you are. You don't get it, do you? What 'respect' means to beings like us. It means seeing everyone else as not just a potential ally, but a potential threat. As territory and as competition. Even if we're brothers, even if we're part of the same empire, that doesn't mean that we won't be pitted against each other someday. That's the price you pay for independence.

If that's what you want, then let's settle this. Hungary, don't you dare interfere. I'm warning you, though, I won't lose. Because -- [he hesitates] -- because I'm not England and you're not America, and I refuse to let us end up that way.