In Germany's opinion, the situation was preposterous. Bad enough that he had gotten a recession-induced flu. America had the nerve to be perfectly healthy still, though the entire thing was his fault and his country had certainly not been spared! Okay, so maybe Germany should have protested a little louder when they began loosening the rules for the stock market and high-risk investments; he'd seen first-hand how bad things could get after all.... But it was without doubt mostly America's fault
( ... )
Fools can't catch colds 2/3
anonymous
June 9 2009, 22:19:45 UTC
"But. Brother." How to put it in a polite way? Impossible, so he'd just have to go for honesty instead. "I'm feverish. Right now, my sinuses are clogged worse than the Autobahn after a triple-file accident. And I can still smell far too much of the bloody damn garlic you've put in that soup!"
"Garlic is good for you. I fed you garlic practically every day-"
"Yes, thank you, I noticed."
"-and just look how big and strong you grew up!"
"Gaah!" This was really not fair. Germany was ill, after all. His head ached, his muscles ached and he didn't even have any appetite so why oh why did Prussia decide that now was the perfect moment to catch up on those brotherly duties he had neglected the last, oh, 20 years? However, they had already had that discussion earlier that day and Germany had lost it quite soundly -
Fools can't catch colds 3/3
anonymous
June 9 2009, 22:20:24 UTC
There was no reply, except a deepening of that queer smile. On anyone else's face, Germany would have termed it "tender" but that word- Prussia- No, he just couldn't wrap his face around the combination.
"Do you want some fresh water then?" his brother asked. "Or orange juice?"
"No, thank you." Germany closed his eyes. "I..."
"If you tell me you want to hear a story, I'm going to point and laugh. A lot," Prussia informed him.
"Actually, I realized that maybe I do want something hot, after all. But just a taste!"
"...You know what?" Prussia's wide-flung arms almost smacked Blackie on the nose, but the old dog was familiar enough with him to only snort and curl up closer around Germany. "I'm so awesome, I'm gonna give you a story for free! Though, only if you finish your soup first."
"Half my soup."
"Sure, half your soup. Forgot to cook anything for myself, anyway."
Re: Fools can't catch colds 3/3
anonymous
June 10 2009, 17:33:17 UTC
They shared a wry grin at that, knowing that some jokes just had to stay in the family.
My favourite sentence in this wonderful little fic. ♥
You know, you have one hell of a timing - turns out sick Ludwig and healthy Gilbert is RL-canon. I just finished reading a news article published today which states that East Germany isn't affected by the crisis as much as West (because it's not as export-driven), while West is suffering its biggest minus in its post-war history. Ouch.
Heh~ fic imitates reality, or the other way around?
anonymous
June 10 2009, 18:14:32 UTC
Say what? I just assumed that since East Germany has a harder time overall with the economy, Gilbert should also be ill... But I guess it makes sense, if you consider the strip with my-BNP-pwns-yours!Soviet Russia.
In Germany's opinion, the situation was preposterous. Bad enough that he had gotten a recession-induced flu. America had the nerve to be perfectly healthy still, though the entire thing was his fault and his country had certainly not been spared! Okay, so maybe Germany should have protested a little louder when they began loosening the rules for the stock market and high-risk investments; he'd seen first-hand how bad things could get after all.... But it was without doubt mostly America's fault ( ... )
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"I'm feverish. Right now, my sinuses are clogged worse than the Autobahn after a triple-file accident. And I can still smell far too much of the bloody damn garlic you've put in that soup!"
"Garlic is good for you. I fed you garlic practically every day-"
"Yes, thank you, I noticed."
"-and just look how big and strong you grew up!"
"Gaah!"
This was really not fair. Germany was ill, after all. His head ached, his muscles ached and he didn't even have any appetite so why oh why did Prussia decide that now was the perfect moment to catch up on those brotherly duties he had neglected the last, oh, 20 years?
However, they had already had that discussion earlier that day and Germany had lost it quite soundly -
"Shouldn't you be ill too ( ... )
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"Do you want some fresh water then?" his brother asked. "Or orange juice?"
"No, thank you." Germany closed his eyes. "I..."
"If you tell me you want to hear a story, I'm going to point and laugh. A lot," Prussia informed him.
"Actually, I realized that maybe I do want something hot, after all. But just a taste!"
"...You know what?" Prussia's wide-flung arms almost smacked Blackie on the nose, but the old dog was familiar enough with him to only snort and curl up closer around Germany.
"I'm so awesome, I'm gonna give you a story for free! Though, only if you finish your soup first."
"Half my soup."
"Sure, half your soup. Forgot to cook anything for myself, anyway."
"Really?"
"Shut up, West. Ahem. Now... say ahh!"
/end
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Big bro Prussia is so cute <333333
Love it <3
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GJ, author!anon! ♥♥♥
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Hahahahaa~ Was waiting for the mentioning of vampire. Hah!
Gilbo being all brotherly... D'awwwwwwwwwww... <3333333333
"Sure, half your soup. Forgot to cook anything for myself, anyway."
This had me crackling... xDDDDDDDDD
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You make me want to have a big bro like Prussia, but he'd probably drive me nuts in real life.
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My favourite sentence in this wonderful little fic. ♥
You know, you have one hell of a timing - turns out sick Ludwig and healthy Gilbert is RL-canon. I just finished reading a news article published today which states that East Germany isn't affected by the crisis as much as West (because it's not as export-driven), while West is suffering its biggest minus in its post-war history. Ouch.
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