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Title: Bullies
Characters: Prussia (Young), Hungary (Young), Austria (Young), Switzerland (Young)
Notes: Made for a friend. First time writing these babies all together, would you believe it?
T'was a warm, nice, sunny day. Or so Austria thought, before his two "best friends" came to "play" with him. He was shoved to the ground by one of the boys, the victorious grin on his face not staying for long as the other pushed him off and took the first boy's spot. Austria wiped dirt from his eyes with a free hand and glared from beneath it, not looking at all threatening. The first laughed as the second pulled him up.
"Thank you-"
Dirt met face as the two laughed behind him, a shoe placed firmly onto his back to stop him from getting up.
"Didja really think we'd let you get up that easily, wuss?" The boot ground harder into his back and he winced, wishing he could glare at the boy behind him.
"Hold on a minute, Hungary. I got a great idea."
"If your idea is anything like the last one, Buttface, it's better to keep it up your ass."
Buttface gave Hungary a swift kick before running past Austria's line vision, coming back with a handful of something, though he couldn't tell what. Once he got a good whiff of it under his nose, he gagged and tried worm away from Hungary's tyrantical boot. Hungary ground the foot in harder, a sharp yelp the response.
"Come on Wuss, you've had shit come from your mouth before! So we're just gonna put it right back in, ain't that right Buttface?"
"The name's Teutonic Order! And it was my idea, so stop trying to take credit for it!"
"I wouldn't take credit for a lame-ass idea like this! Don't think so high-and-mighty of yourself, Buttface."
Austria, as the two argued on whether or not Teutonic's idea was the best ever or if it was, like the item held in the boy's hand, a smelly pile of shit, carefully made his way from under the foot and crawled to the apparent safety of the riverbank. It was safe too, until the Teutonic Order saw him and grabbed him by the ankles, dragging him back to the starting point.
"You tried to leave without sayin' good-bye to your pals! Awfully rude of ya, Wuss~"
Austria made a mental note to get better friends. Or better enemies, these two were unbearable!
"With the way you two treat friends, I wouldn't think you would need enemies."
"See, that's the shit we're puttin' back into your mouth. Buttface, stuff 'im."
Austria never remembered tasting something so revolting, not even the tadpoles they had slipped into his water skin last week or the worm sandwich they made for him, "a token of good friendship" they had said with oh-so-innocent smiles. The fingers stopped pushing their way into his pursed lips when a loud voice cut through the air.
"Hey! You two! Get off of him!"
The boy made a quick prayer of thanks as the two stepped back to watch the newcomer.
"Whatcha gonna do about it, Miss Swiss?" Teuton asked, mimicking a small curtsy as Hungary laughed.
"The curtsy was perfect, Buttface! You must practice it a lot."
As the two started another small fight between themselves, Austria spit out the disgusting stuff in his mouth and Switzerland helped him up, holding tightly to the other's arm as he dragged him away from the two bullies.
"You know better than to go walking alone! If you're going to do that, you should learn to stand up for yourself. I'm getting tired of having to save you."
There was a silence. Then, Austria wiped his mouth with an arm and smiled slightly at his friend.
"You don't have to save me, you realize."
Characters: Prussia (Young), Hungary (Young), Austria (Young), Switzerland (Young)
Notes: Made for a friend. First time writing these babies all together, would you believe it?
T'was a warm, nice, sunny day. Or so Austria thought, before his two "best friends" came to "play" with him. He was shoved to the ground by one of the boys, the victorious grin on his face not staying for long as the other pushed him off and took the first boy's spot. Austria wiped dirt from his eyes with a free hand and glared from beneath it, not looking at all threatening. The first laughed as the second pulled him up.
"Thank you-"
Dirt met face as the two laughed behind him, a shoe placed firmly onto his back to stop him from getting up.
"Didja really think we'd let you get up that easily, wuss?" The boot ground harder into his back and he winced, wishing he could glare at the boy behind him.
"Hold on a minute, Hungary. I got a great idea."
"If your idea is anything like the last one, Buttface, it's better to keep it up your ass."
Buttface gave Hungary a swift kick before running past Austria's line vision, coming back with a handful of something, though he couldn't tell what. Once he got a good whiff of it under his nose, he gagged and tried worm away from Hungary's tyrantical boot. Hungary ground the foot in harder, a sharp yelp the response.
"Come on Wuss, you've had shit come from your mouth before! So we're just gonna put it right back in, ain't that right Buttface?"
"The name's Teutonic Order! And it was my idea, so stop trying to take credit for it!"
"I wouldn't take credit for a lame-ass idea like this! Don't think so high-and-mighty of yourself, Buttface."
Austria, as the two argued on whether or not Teutonic's idea was the best ever or if it was, like the item held in the boy's hand, a smelly pile of shit, carefully made his way from under the foot and crawled to the apparent safety of the riverbank. It was safe too, until the Teutonic Order saw him and grabbed him by the ankles, dragging him back to the starting point.
"You tried to leave without sayin' good-bye to your pals! Awfully rude of ya, Wuss~"
Austria made a mental note to get better friends. Or better enemies, these two were unbearable!
"With the way you two treat friends, I wouldn't think you would need enemies."
"See, that's the shit we're puttin' back into your mouth. Buttface, stuff 'im."
Austria never remembered tasting something so revolting, not even the tadpoles they had slipped into his water skin last week or the worm sandwich they made for him, "a token of good friendship" they had said with oh-so-innocent smiles. The fingers stopped pushing their way into his pursed lips when a loud voice cut through the air.
"Hey! You two! Get off of him!"
The boy made a quick prayer of thanks as the two stepped back to watch the newcomer.
"Whatcha gonna do about it, Miss Swiss?" Teuton asked, mimicking a small curtsy as Hungary laughed.
"The curtsy was perfect, Buttface! You must practice it a lot."
As the two started another small fight between themselves, Austria spit out the disgusting stuff in his mouth and Switzerland helped him up, holding tightly to the other's arm as he dragged him away from the two bullies.
"You know better than to go walking alone! If you're going to do that, you should learn to stand up for yourself. I'm getting tired of having to save you."
There was a silence. Then, Austria wiped his mouth with an arm and smiled slightly at his friend.
"You don't have to save me, you realize."