God damn everything to the lowest pits of hell [open]
WHO: Prussia
WHAT: Nightmares inspire a wicked desire for immediate vengeance only to fall out pretty quickly cause he's loldying.
WHERE: East wing.
WHEN: Very late.
RATING: TBA; depends on who responds and what all happens.
NOTE: HAVE AT.
No. No, no, no, no!! He couldn't believe this was happening. What the hell was West thinking?! He knew it. He knew it the second he saw that damn Austrian that he was going to be nothing but trouble!
"The reds are coming!"
His blood ran cold. A very different reaction than what it usually was. He couldn't hold out against the reds, he knew he couldn't. The Soviets were too strong, he had no reinforcements. He had to fall back. No, he had to get his people the hell out of here. His body shook a little. Couldn't be happening. Just couldn't.
"Prussia?" He exhaled and rolled his eyes toward the man who came forward. The horizon was blood soaked.
"We're surrounded," Prussia said without needing the other man to say it. "Get as many men as you can out of here. Everyone, women and children first. Get them out. Than the laborers," he began to move forward. "My men and I will try and hold them off as much as possible, and than I want them out too."
"Yes sir."
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His eyes flashed open with a scream and his body rolled to the side. A thud sounded as Prussia hit the floor and curled into a shaking and stuttering ball. This was the third time this week. He could never get beyond that point. He always woke up just at that moment just so he could feel the rest of it. Feel his people still wondering, still waiting, still slowly dying. Everything crumbling. His lands burning. Russia beneath his skin trampling all over him. Him and all of his little bitches. God damn them all, god damn them all, and god damn god too. God damn everything to the lowest pits of hell!!
God it hurt. Oh god it hurt. He rolled to his knees but stayed curled in to himself. Heavy pants tried to calm as his sweaty forehead hit the ground. Tears gathered in his eyes; tears he couldn't stop from falling. He felt like he was going to throw up. Fucking... cowardly bastard! If he was there. If he was there. He'd kill them all, he'd kill them all! Russia, and...
The rest were here. Well, three of them to his knowledge. Lithuania, Estonia and Belarus.
...
Shakingly, he managed his way to his feet. His arms slide from around his stomach to his side and balled into a fist. He was going to find them.
WHAT: Nightmares inspire a wicked desire for immediate vengeance only to fall out pretty quickly cause he's loldying.
WHERE: East wing.
WHEN: Very late.
RATING: TBA; depends on who responds and what all happens.
NOTE: HAVE AT.
No. No, no, no, no!! He couldn't believe this was happening. What the hell was West thinking?! He knew it. He knew it the second he saw that damn Austrian that he was going to be nothing but trouble!
"The reds are coming!"
His blood ran cold. A very different reaction than what it usually was. He couldn't hold out against the reds, he knew he couldn't. The Soviets were too strong, he had no reinforcements. He had to fall back. No, he had to get his people the hell out of here. His body shook a little. Couldn't be happening. Just couldn't.
"Prussia?" He exhaled and rolled his eyes toward the man who came forward. The horizon was blood soaked.
"We're surrounded," Prussia said without needing the other man to say it. "Get as many men as you can out of here. Everyone, women and children first. Get them out. Than the laborers," he began to move forward. "My men and I will try and hold them off as much as possible, and than I want them out too."
"Yes sir."
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His eyes flashed open with a scream and his body rolled to the side. A thud sounded as Prussia hit the floor and curled into a shaking and stuttering ball. This was the third time this week. He could never get beyond that point. He always woke up just at that moment just so he could feel the rest of it. Feel his people still wondering, still waiting, still slowly dying. Everything crumbling. His lands burning. Russia beneath his skin trampling all over him. Him and all of his little bitches. God damn them all, god damn them all, and god damn god too. God damn everything to the lowest pits of hell!!
God it hurt. Oh god it hurt. He rolled to his knees but stayed curled in to himself. Heavy pants tried to calm as his sweaty forehead hit the ground. Tears gathered in his eyes; tears he couldn't stop from falling. He felt like he was going to throw up. Fucking... cowardly bastard! If he was there. If he was there. He'd kill them all, he'd kill them all! Russia, and...
The rest were here. Well, three of them to his knowledge. Lithuania, Estonia and Belarus.
...
Shakingly, he managed his way to his feet. His arms slide from around his stomach to his side and balled into a fist. He was going to find them.