“Prussia is it? Germanys brother?” Norway tilted his head a bit and looked the albino nation at the end of the bridge up and down. He wore a most spectacular black uniform and his expression matched it, he was grinning with delight.
“I didn't think I'd find you out here all by yourself Norway.” He started to walk out on the bridge and pointed his gun at the nordic nation. Norway just shrugged and upon doing so Prussias face turned from delighted grin to a wicked one, it almost looked like he had a problem holding his laughter. “Are you saying you aren't going to defend yourself?”
“My peace principle and lives of my people are more important in the long run than if you shoot me or not.” Prussia looked shocked at first and then looked annoyed mumbled something Norway could guess was about his brother. The albino reached out his glove clad hand and gently clasped it around Norways throat.
“Heh, you aren't even going to resist this? Is keeping your neutrality and pacifism that important even after being invaded?” Norway looked away, as if he was disinterested in Prussia. Then the grip around around Norways throat hardened and Prussia slammed him down on the bridge. “You better pay attention to me! Your capital is lost and our armies are invading already as we speak. No one is going to help you.” Norway just kept looking off into the distance. “You ungrateful. I'm offering you a last chance here!” Prussia tightened his grip around Norways throat causing the nation to utter a squirm. This made Prussia pleased. “There you see what's going to happen to you? Don't you have any interest in saving Iceland the pain?”
Norway coughed as response but now returned to look Prussia in the eyes, and then proceeded to knee him between his legs.
Prussia squirmed and was about to bend over in pain but his rage got the better of him and he punched Norway in the face. Norways lip broke and he felt that a tooth was loose, but it was defiantly worth it, Norway actually caught himself grinning for a second. “Why you!” Prussia was just about to land a second punch at Norways face when he suddenly stopped midair and Norway saw that his jaw dropped and his eyes tightened. He looked back trying to see what Prussia was looking at and to his surprise he saw a small sized cruiser. It was the type of cruiser that certainly wasn't a war boat but when his eyes followed up to the deck of the boat stood a blond man pointing a rifle at Prussias head; and Prussia looked displeased to say the least.
“Britain. Fucking Great Britain.” Prussia bit his lip and was just about to think up a good escape plan or temporary bargain when he saw that the grip of the rifle wasn't steady and the Briton was sweating and he remembered something. “You can't hold that position forever.” and he smirked. “You know what my brother is doing to France right now as we speak.” To that England simply fired one shot just beside Prussias head and Prussia let go of Norways throat in a mere second and moved a few steps back on the bridge. Then England lowered his weapon and instead looked at Norway who just got standing.
“Are you coming?” Norway looked pondering for a moment.
“You're a bit late cousin but sure I'll come with you, just make sure he doesn't shoot my back.” Norway said calmly and started climbing on board the cruiser.
“Right, right I'll keep that in check and I'm not your bloody cousin!” England stuttered out and Norway could tell he was blushing, did he still have commitment issues? In a way, he figured, England was similar to Iceland.
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“I didn't think I'd find you out here all by yourself Norway.” He started to walk out on the bridge and pointed his gun at the nordic nation. Norway just shrugged and upon doing so Prussias face turned from delighted grin to a wicked one, it almost looked like he had a problem holding his laughter. “Are you saying you aren't going to defend yourself?”
“My peace principle and lives of my people are more important in the long run than if you shoot me or not.”
Prussia looked shocked at first and then looked annoyed mumbled something Norway could guess was about his brother. The albino reached out his glove clad hand and gently clasped it around Norways throat.
“Heh, you aren't even going to resist this? Is keeping your neutrality and pacifism that important even after being invaded?”
Norway looked away, as if he was disinterested in Prussia. Then the grip around around Norways throat hardened and Prussia slammed him down on the bridge. “You better pay attention to me! Your capital is lost and our armies are invading already as we speak. No one is going to help you.”
Norway just kept looking off into the distance. “You ungrateful. I'm offering you a last chance here!” Prussia tightened his grip around Norways throat causing the nation to utter a squirm. This made Prussia pleased. “There you see what's going to happen to you? Don't you have any interest in saving Iceland the pain?”
Norway coughed as response but now returned to look Prussia in the eyes, and then proceeded to knee him between his legs.
Prussia squirmed and was about to bend over in pain but his rage got the better of him and he punched Norway in the face. Norways lip broke and he felt that a tooth was loose, but it was defiantly worth it, Norway actually caught himself grinning for a second. “Why you!” Prussia was just about to land a second punch at Norways face when he suddenly stopped midair and Norway saw that his jaw dropped and his eyes tightened.
He looked back trying to see what Prussia was looking at and to his surprise he saw a small sized cruiser. It was the type of cruiser that certainly wasn't a war boat but when his eyes followed up to the deck of the boat stood a blond man pointing a rifle at Prussias head; and Prussia looked displeased to say the least.
“Britain. Fucking Great Britain.” Prussia bit his lip and was just about to think up a good escape plan or temporary bargain when he saw that the grip of the rifle wasn't steady and the Briton was sweating and he remembered something. “You can't hold that position forever.” and he smirked. “You know what my brother is doing to France right now as we speak.”
To that England simply fired one shot just beside Prussias head and Prussia let go of Norways throat in a mere second and moved a few steps back on the bridge. Then England lowered his weapon and instead looked at Norway who just got standing.
“Are you coming?”
Norway looked pondering for a moment.
“You're a bit late cousin but sure I'll come with you, just make sure he doesn't shoot my back.” Norway said calmly and started climbing on board the cruiser.
“Right, right I'll keep that in check and I'm not your bloody cousin!” England stuttered out and Norway could tell he was blushing, did he still have commitment issues? In a way, he figured, England was similar to Iceland.