[fanfic]A Little Knowledge, Part 2
Title: A Little Knowledge, Part 2
Author: nike2422
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Young America, Young Canada, Prussia, England
Warnings: England’s cursing, America asking Prussia about France’s exploding genitals.
Summary: Prussia comes over to tell England the good news about the war with Austria. America sees his chance to find out if Germans really enjoy licking girls all that much.
Time Frame: Colonial America
Part 1
Older Stuff
America knew something was wrong as soon as he saw Canada sitting on the front step of the house with his head lying on crossed arms on his knees. He walked up and could hear the other colony softly crying. He sat down next to him and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Canada lifted his head, sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “The war between Père France and England is over. I have to stay with England from now on.”
“Oh,” America murmured, staring at England’s ship. “That means he’ll be leaving soon.”
“I’m never going to see Père France again!” Canada cried and his head sank back down to his knees as his little body shook with fresh sobs.
America looked down at the harbor. He could make out activity as people ran around on deck, and boats hauling supplies went to and from the ship. He’s already getting outfitted to leave he thought glumly. From the open door of the house he could hear voices inside talking and laughing. “Who’s here?” He asked.
More sniffles, then Canada mumbled through his arms, “Prussia’s here. He won his war too and came to tell England the good news. They’re inside congratulating each other.”
“Prussia’s here?” America turned and peered into the doorway. He stood up and began to walk through the door. “That means all the fighting is over.”
“For now,” Canada fumed. “Everybody ran out of money and had to stop.”
America couldn’t resist the chance to see Prussia. He walked into the hall on tiptoes and made his way silently to the door following the voices. He peered around the doorframe into the dining room and saw England’s back. Just beyond him standing facing the door was Prussia.
“My boss wants to spend time developing culture for some reason. He never was interested in military pursuits. He’s even invited Voltaire to visit Brandenburg.”
“Is that a good idea?” England asked. “These enlightenment philosophers are beginning to resonate with the people. They’re actually questioning whether they need kings to rule over them, poor bastards.”
“How better to combat a potential enemy than to study what they believe?” Prussia replied, his eyes catching sight of the little colony peeking at the doorway. “Hello there, my you’re sprouting like a weed aren’t you.”
America’s eyes grew wide when he realized Prussia was talking to him. England turned and caught sight of the boy at the door. “What are you doing lurking in the doorway like that?” He barked.
Prussia walked toward the colony and smiled at him. “You’re America aren’t you?”
America returned the smile. “Yes I am.”
Prussia’s grin grew wider, “So, what do you think of having all that new land to explore to the west?”
Before America could answer, there was a loud “ahem” from behind Prussia; America peered around the taller country in time to see England shake his head at him. England looked at America and said, “Run along now.” America turned and left the room. As he walked down the hall away from them he overheard England say “constant patrols” and “can’t afford it now” to Prussia. America frowned at what he heard. If England had just won a war to have access to France’s former territory, why would he want to keep anyone from going there?
America pushed the thought from his mind and ran to his bedroom. Prussia was here and now was his chance to finally find out what had been plaguing his mind for weeks. He pulled up the tick on his bed and reached for the piece of rumpled copybook paper with the strange proverb on it. It was time to find out once and for all if Germans really wooed like lions. He shoved the paper in his pocket and ran to the guest room.
The door was closed but not locked. America turned the doorknob slowly and looked inside. He could see Prussia’s capcase, and his dark blue and crimson trimmed coat on the back of a chair. Sitting on the table was a beautiful flintlock pistol. The steel and brass gleamed against the dark wood finish in the afternoon sunlight streaming from the window; America couldn’t resist getting a closer look. He stepped quietly into the room and made his way to the table. He stared at the gun, wanting to touch it; would the metal feel cool or warm? He reached out with a finger as if drawn to the metal, and a voice from the doorway said, “I wouldn’t do that.”
America felt he jumped a foot in the air as he spun around to see Prussia leaning in the doorway watching him. Prussia walked into the room and stood before America, who looked up at him with wide blue eyes. “Do you even know how to tell if a pistol is loaded?” America shook his head. Prussia smiled and replied, “The proper way to answer a direct question is to stand to your full height and say, “Yes sir!” Or “No sir!”
America swallowed, stood up as tall as he could and said, “No sir!”
“Much better.” Prussia said, and picked up the pistol. He pushed his coat aside revealing the leather holster underneath looped over the back of the chair, and secured the weapon inside. “Now, do you understand that unless ordered to do otherwise, you are never to touch another man’s weapon?”
America started to nod his head, but then straightened his shoulders again and said, “Yes sir!”
Prussia gave him another warm smile, “Excellent. Now, why are you in my quarters touching my things?”
“I wanted to ask you something, but then I saw the pistol and -“
“I see,” Prussia said, sitting down on the chair. “And what is your question?”
America had wanted so much to ask, but now that he had the opportunity he suddenly felt shy. He began to blush as he blurted out, “Is it true you like to lick girls?”
The smile disappeared from Prussia’s face; his eyes grew big and stared at the boy for a few moments, and then answered, “Sometimes.”
America gave Prussia a look of horror, “Do you … enjoy it?”
Prussia's look of confusion grew as he blinked and asked, “What would make you ask such a thing?”
America pulled the rumpled piece of paper torn from his copybook out of his pocket and showed it to Prussia. “I found this written in England’s old copybook. Is it really true Frenchmen’s’ genitals explode and break off?”
Prussia choked and started to cough violently, his face turned red. America slapped him on the back to help him breathe again but the red-faced country waved him away. He settled down and cleared his throat; his grin had returned. “Where on earth did you get this information?”
America explained how he and Canada had read a book describing animals’ mating habits in an attempt to decipher the strange proverb. “I get the feeling this is talking about something else.” America added.
“Astute observation.” Prussia said, still smiling as he read the piece of paper. He folded it neatly and put it in his own pocket. “Why doesn’t England teach you something useful like how to shoot and ride horses?”
“I’d really like to learn how to do those things.” America said smiling, “That would be a fun school.” He looked at the dark blue coat on the chair and asked “You’re in the cavalry, right? A dragoon?”
“Do you know which regiment?”
“Fifth.” America answered.
“And how do you know that?” Prussia asked. America touched the crimson cuff on Prussia’s coat sleeve. “Very good America, I’m impressed.”
“I like the color of your coat better than England’s, he looks like a giant lobster when he wears it. I think we’re having lobster for supper tonight.”
“Lobster’s delicious,” Prussia said
“Not when England makes it.” America replied. “Do you think you could teach me how to shoot and ride horses Prussia?”
“You’d really like to learn how to do those things?”
America straightened his shoulders and stood as tall as he could, “Yes sir!”
“Tell you what, if the time comes that you should need to learn how to do those things, then I will teach you how.”
America’s face lit up, “Really? You mean it?”
“Yes sir!” Prussia answered.
“Thank you!” America shouted as he wrapped his arms around Prussia’s neck. Prussia cleared his throat and said, “America, it’s not customary in the regiment to hug each other.”
“OH! Sorry sir!” America blushed as he jumped back.
“Stop bothering Prussia and wash up for supper.” England said from the doorway, “And put on something clean while you’re at it.”
America walked to the doorway and turned to look back at Prussia, “Thank you again.” He said.
“You’re very welcome, and thank you.” Prussia returned, giving America a big grin.
America smiled back, and then went to clean up for supper.
“What the blue blazes was he doing in here?” England asked.
“He wanted to ask me about this,” Prussia smirked as he pulled the folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to England. “And also to ask me about France’s exploding genitals.”
America had just dried off the water he splashed on his face when he heard England’s voice echo throughout the house, “Oh BLOODY HELL!”
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Author’s note: I really planned on “A Little Knowledge” to be a one shot, but people who were kind enough to comment on that post asked if I would continue the story, so here is the next part. Thanks for reading; I hope as always you enjoy it.
Author: nike2422
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Young America, Young Canada, Prussia, England
Warnings: England’s cursing, America asking Prussia about France’s exploding genitals.
Summary: Prussia comes over to tell England the good news about the war with Austria. America sees his chance to find out if Germans really enjoy licking girls all that much.
Time Frame: Colonial America
Part 1
Older Stuff
America knew something was wrong as soon as he saw Canada sitting on the front step of the house with his head lying on crossed arms on his knees. He walked up and could hear the other colony softly crying. He sat down next to him and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Canada lifted his head, sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “The war between Père France and England is over. I have to stay with England from now on.”
“Oh,” America murmured, staring at England’s ship. “That means he’ll be leaving soon.”
“I’m never going to see Père France again!” Canada cried and his head sank back down to his knees as his little body shook with fresh sobs.
America looked down at the harbor. He could make out activity as people ran around on deck, and boats hauling supplies went to and from the ship. He’s already getting outfitted to leave he thought glumly. From the open door of the house he could hear voices inside talking and laughing. “Who’s here?” He asked.
More sniffles, then Canada mumbled through his arms, “Prussia’s here. He won his war too and came to tell England the good news. They’re inside congratulating each other.”
“Prussia’s here?” America turned and peered into the doorway. He stood up and began to walk through the door. “That means all the fighting is over.”
“For now,” Canada fumed. “Everybody ran out of money and had to stop.”
America couldn’t resist the chance to see Prussia. He walked into the hall on tiptoes and made his way silently to the door following the voices. He peered around the doorframe into the dining room and saw England’s back. Just beyond him standing facing the door was Prussia.
“My boss wants to spend time developing culture for some reason. He never was interested in military pursuits. He’s even invited Voltaire to visit Brandenburg.”
“Is that a good idea?” England asked. “These enlightenment philosophers are beginning to resonate with the people. They’re actually questioning whether they need kings to rule over them, poor bastards.”
“How better to combat a potential enemy than to study what they believe?” Prussia replied, his eyes catching sight of the little colony peeking at the doorway. “Hello there, my you’re sprouting like a weed aren’t you.”
America’s eyes grew wide when he realized Prussia was talking to him. England turned and caught sight of the boy at the door. “What are you doing lurking in the doorway like that?” He barked.
Prussia walked toward the colony and smiled at him. “You’re America aren’t you?”
America returned the smile. “Yes I am.”
Prussia’s grin grew wider, “So, what do you think of having all that new land to explore to the west?”
Before America could answer, there was a loud “ahem” from behind Prussia; America peered around the taller country in time to see England shake his head at him. England looked at America and said, “Run along now.” America turned and left the room. As he walked down the hall away from them he overheard England say “constant patrols” and “can’t afford it now” to Prussia. America frowned at what he heard. If England had just won a war to have access to France’s former territory, why would he want to keep anyone from going there?
America pushed the thought from his mind and ran to his bedroom. Prussia was here and now was his chance to finally find out what had been plaguing his mind for weeks. He pulled up the tick on his bed and reached for the piece of rumpled copybook paper with the strange proverb on it. It was time to find out once and for all if Germans really wooed like lions. He shoved the paper in his pocket and ran to the guest room.
The door was closed but not locked. America turned the doorknob slowly and looked inside. He could see Prussia’s capcase, and his dark blue and crimson trimmed coat on the back of a chair. Sitting on the table was a beautiful flintlock pistol. The steel and brass gleamed against the dark wood finish in the afternoon sunlight streaming from the window; America couldn’t resist getting a closer look. He stepped quietly into the room and made his way to the table. He stared at the gun, wanting to touch it; would the metal feel cool or warm? He reached out with a finger as if drawn to the metal, and a voice from the doorway said, “I wouldn’t do that.”
America felt he jumped a foot in the air as he spun around to see Prussia leaning in the doorway watching him. Prussia walked into the room and stood before America, who looked up at him with wide blue eyes. “Do you even know how to tell if a pistol is loaded?” America shook his head. Prussia smiled and replied, “The proper way to answer a direct question is to stand to your full height and say, “Yes sir!” Or “No sir!”
America swallowed, stood up as tall as he could and said, “No sir!”
“Much better.” Prussia said, and picked up the pistol. He pushed his coat aside revealing the leather holster underneath looped over the back of the chair, and secured the weapon inside. “Now, do you understand that unless ordered to do otherwise, you are never to touch another man’s weapon?”
America started to nod his head, but then straightened his shoulders again and said, “Yes sir!”
Prussia gave him another warm smile, “Excellent. Now, why are you in my quarters touching my things?”
“I wanted to ask you something, but then I saw the pistol and -“
“I see,” Prussia said, sitting down on the chair. “And what is your question?”
America had wanted so much to ask, but now that he had the opportunity he suddenly felt shy. He began to blush as he blurted out, “Is it true you like to lick girls?”
The smile disappeared from Prussia’s face; his eyes grew big and stared at the boy for a few moments, and then answered, “Sometimes.”
America gave Prussia a look of horror, “Do you … enjoy it?”
Prussia's look of confusion grew as he blinked and asked, “What would make you ask such a thing?”
America pulled the rumpled piece of paper torn from his copybook out of his pocket and showed it to Prussia. “I found this written in England’s old copybook. Is it really true Frenchmen’s’ genitals explode and break off?”
Prussia choked and started to cough violently, his face turned red. America slapped him on the back to help him breathe again but the red-faced country waved him away. He settled down and cleared his throat; his grin had returned. “Where on earth did you get this information?”
America explained how he and Canada had read a book describing animals’ mating habits in an attempt to decipher the strange proverb. “I get the feeling this is talking about something else.” America added.
“Astute observation.” Prussia said, still smiling as he read the piece of paper. He folded it neatly and put it in his own pocket. “Why doesn’t England teach you something useful like how to shoot and ride horses?”
“I’d really like to learn how to do those things.” America said smiling, “That would be a fun school.” He looked at the dark blue coat on the chair and asked “You’re in the cavalry, right? A dragoon?”
“Do you know which regiment?”
“Fifth.” America answered.
“And how do you know that?” Prussia asked. America touched the crimson cuff on Prussia’s coat sleeve. “Very good America, I’m impressed.”
“I like the color of your coat better than England’s, he looks like a giant lobster when he wears it. I think we’re having lobster for supper tonight.”
“Lobster’s delicious,” Prussia said
“Not when England makes it.” America replied. “Do you think you could teach me how to shoot and ride horses Prussia?”
“You’d really like to learn how to do those things?”
America straightened his shoulders and stood as tall as he could, “Yes sir!”
“Tell you what, if the time comes that you should need to learn how to do those things, then I will teach you how.”
America’s face lit up, “Really? You mean it?”
“Yes sir!” Prussia answered.
“Thank you!” America shouted as he wrapped his arms around Prussia’s neck. Prussia cleared his throat and said, “America, it’s not customary in the regiment to hug each other.”
“OH! Sorry sir!” America blushed as he jumped back.
“Stop bothering Prussia and wash up for supper.” England said from the doorway, “And put on something clean while you’re at it.”
America walked to the doorway and turned to look back at Prussia, “Thank you again.” He said.
“You’re very welcome, and thank you.” Prussia returned, giving America a big grin.
America smiled back, and then went to clean up for supper.
“What the blue blazes was he doing in here?” England asked.
“He wanted to ask me about this,” Prussia smirked as he pulled the folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to England. “And also to ask me about France’s exploding genitals.”
America had just dried off the water he splashed on his face when he heard England’s voice echo throughout the house, “Oh BLOODY HELL!”
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Author’s note: I really planned on “A Little Knowledge” to be a one shot, but people who were kind enough to comment on that post asked if I would continue the story, so here is the next part. Thanks for reading; I hope as always you enjoy it.