[COMPLETE] Flat-Mates
Characters: Prussia, England
Setting: Saturday, January 23, Prussia and England's apartment, late-afternoon
Summary: After being enemies for years and years, the two countries have to force themselves to get along. This could possibly end badly.
Rating: PG13, for now (there will either be flirting or fighting or immature name-calling. or all of the above)
Style: Prose
Notes: log is finished!
England and Prussia were not strangers to one another. They had grown up together, almost as cousins, and had both been very successful when it came to war. At certain points in history, they had been close, while others, they had been enemies. They had been the strongest powers in Europe not too long ago, by country standards, and they both were suited for survival. It was not as though it was a chore to live together. Though, just coming out of World War II, one could not blame them for being paranoid around each other.
They had opted to live together for strategical purposes. But even though they were sharing an apartment, they had not interacted that much. England had gone off with Roland to the weapon storage the day before, and Prussia had scoured the town of New Ashford in search of notebooks to write in. England had also looked for a library, or any source of books that could fill him in on what had happened between 1945 and the present day. On top of that, he was also asking locals about what kind of magic was used in this world (he did not get any straight-forward answers, which was to be expected).
They tip-toed around each other, spoke minimally, and certainly did not bring up the War. There were bigger things to worry about right now. Though England knew that, eventually, they would discuss it, he was postponing it for as long as possible. He knew that conversation would not be a pretty one.
England was currently lounging on the couch and reading a book about zombies. That was what those living corpses were called. It was a strange word, but it seemed to fit the creatures. The word was also used for slang to mean someone who was in a daze or stupor. He had learned a lot in the past few days, but that did not mean he was getting used to this place. He only found comfort in the fact that he was still in his home, but, then again, he was not sure he could really call it his home anymore.
Setting: Saturday, January 23, Prussia and England's apartment, late-afternoon
Summary: After being enemies for years and years, the two countries have to force themselves to get along. This could possibly end badly.
Rating: PG13, for now (there will either be flirting or fighting or immature name-calling. or all of the above)
Style: Prose
Notes: log is finished!
England and Prussia were not strangers to one another. They had grown up together, almost as cousins, and had both been very successful when it came to war. At certain points in history, they had been close, while others, they had been enemies. They had been the strongest powers in Europe not too long ago, by country standards, and they both were suited for survival. It was not as though it was a chore to live together. Though, just coming out of World War II, one could not blame them for being paranoid around each other.
They had opted to live together for strategical purposes. But even though they were sharing an apartment, they had not interacted that much. England had gone off with Roland to the weapon storage the day before, and Prussia had scoured the town of New Ashford in search of notebooks to write in. England had also looked for a library, or any source of books that could fill him in on what had happened between 1945 and the present day. On top of that, he was also asking locals about what kind of magic was used in this world (he did not get any straight-forward answers, which was to be expected).
They tip-toed around each other, spoke minimally, and certainly did not bring up the War. There were bigger things to worry about right now. Though England knew that, eventually, they would discuss it, he was postponing it for as long as possible. He knew that conversation would not be a pretty one.
England was currently lounging on the couch and reading a book about zombies. That was what those living corpses were called. It was a strange word, but it seemed to fit the creatures. The word was also used for slang to mean someone who was in a daze or stupor. He had learned a lot in the past few days, but that did not mean he was getting used to this place. He only found comfort in the fact that he was still in his home, but, then again, he was not sure he could really call it his home anymore.