Achtundzwanzig [action]

[reluctantnanny]

[[ooc: Backdated to a short time (within a day or two?) after Prussia's entry inquiring about the status of Germany's purity.]]

[The book collection of German literature he regained was nice. The white flag that Italy made for him made him stop and ponder silently. The third regain was an empty box. Germany understood why it was empty the instant

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[armywithcountry]

[Prussia tries to shove a knee into Germany's stomach, laughing wildly as he shakes his hair out of his eyes. He's still not entirely sure why Germany's picking a fight with him all of a sudden, but he's definitely enjoying being able to wrestle with his brother again without breaking his bones.

Well, not too many bones, at least. He is fighting to win here.]

Gonna have to work harder than that for this to be anywhere near a fair match, even if you did get your strength back! Come on, show me what you've got!

[reluctantnanny]

[Germany takes the blow on purpose, and it's unmistakably painful and HEAVY, making him cough and gasp for a second, but he catches the leg with both arms, twisting to fling Prussia off his footing, digging his own boots into the grass and keeping good traction. Concentrate. He's never fought Prussia for real in a scuffle like this, this is the first time he'd grown enough to take him on fairly.

Germany doesn't say a word back, and simply focuses on power. Speed. Balance. Form.

Dominance.]

[armywithcountry]

[Prussia goes flying off his feet, but it doesn't faze him in the least; his hands instantly position themselves to support his body, smacking into the muddy ground as he uses the leverage to flip himself into a crouch. He settles into a low fighter's stance and grins, beckoning Germany towards him in an unmistakable taunt.]

So, gonna tell me what's gotten your panties in a twist, or do I have to beat it out of you?

[reluctantnanny]

[Germany immediately lunges forward, sending his body first so his legs aren't targeted, arms up and guarded in an attempt to simply charge Prussia like a massive battling ram.] Halt die Fresse!

The amount of jokes that could be made...

[infinitemars]

[Yeah, Kira's just going to stop on her walk or whatever and stare for a moment, because, seriously, what are they doing rolling around like that? Reminds her of when Rei and Tatsuya got into play-fighting sometimes.]

make them all...

[reluctantnanny]

[Rei and Tatsuya sound like cool guys

Is this playing though

i-it's hard to tell, from the injuries stacking up on either of them, and the serious!face on the blond one]

[armywithcountry]

[Yeah, judging by the punch Prussia's just aimed into Germany's stomach and the fact that he's clearly not holding back, this goes a little beyond playing...well, for Germany, at least. From the look on Prussia's face, though, he's having the time of his life.]

[infinitemars]

[Kira wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Her knowledge on men, their fights, and their idea of play are still a little off. So she'll just sort of watch curiously. She really kind of wants to draw this though... Hey, how often do you see two men sparring like this?]

[Finally though, she'll try to speak up; up to you if she gets loud enough to be heard]

Um... Are you guys really fighting?

[tomatatas]

[Not staring at all oh god oh god, she had been too young for the gladiator tournaments when Nonna was alive okay?! She's never had to face two men rolling around like this...

Two... attractive...

muscularly...

attractive... men.

Totally not bright pink, or blatantly staring, the small box of Cannoli she had brought along to share with Hungary while sobbing about the loss of her fake virginity to that idiot and how much she had liked it catching up with her. Not at all.]

[muskatli]

[She places a bewildered hand on Romana's shoulder, sharing that nice blush on her face.]

Do you think we should...

[tomatatas]

[Gasps, flinching and

oh it's only Hungary... Hungary won't judge her for staring right?] A-Ah... Ungheria...

[Bites her lip, her gaze going back to the wrestling] They... they're pretty big and... strong. They might... hurt us if we interfere? Best.. best to stay here, and just... keep an eye on them?

[muskatli]

Whatever it is, maybe we should let them get it out of their system. Of course.

Germany's gotten a little big, too...

1/2

[nopastaforyou]

[Austria has many questions. Why did he have to take that wrong turn at Nelson? Will his boss be angry if he doesn't finish grading the basic music tests by tomorrow? And of course, WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE TWO FOOLS DOING?!

He clears his throat.]

[nopastaforyou]

HONESTLY COULD YOU TWO TRY TO CONTAIN YOUR LITTLE FIGHTS?

[reluctantnanny]

HEIMGEHEN.

[Practically a reflexive response at hearing Austria's unforgettable yelping voice, so it doesn't take away from his concentration to do so.

And come on Germany's never gotten in a fight, even at the drunk party at Olivier's!!]

[armywithcountry]

Hahaha, you tell him, little bro! Don't worry, Austria, I'll be sure to drop by later and deliver a beating so you don't feel too left out!

[Prussia, on the other hand, is perfectly capable of both fighting and taunting, and in fact has made it part of his strategy. BRB trying to flip Germany onto his stomach.]

[theseineone]

[Just chilling by the fence, enjoying the view.] Ah, it's so nice to see you two getting along again...

[reluctantnanny]

[Germany has no idea how right France is.

And no idea that they're being ogled.

INSERT YET MORE PUNCHING AND THROWING HERE]

[armywithcountry]

[La la la blocking Germany's punches and throwing his own, Prussia can do this on automatic and carry a conversation at the same time okay]

France? When'd you get back to normal? And -- hey, what do you mean by again? We've always gotten along!

[And to prove how well they're getting along, he's just going to drop to the ground and deliver a low sweeping kick towards Germanys legs.]

[theseineone]

[Okay, that establishes that Prussia is from an earlier time. Probably for the best.]

Just last week, mon cher, you missed my grand entrance- Ah, Allemagne, jump!