They hadn't chosen a scenario, only a time and place: the next week, and a remote park in one of Canada's forests. Canada was half-afraid-- more than half-- that when Prussia showed up, he'd want him to pretend to be France, Germany, worse-- Russia. But when the man stepped out suddenly from behind a tree, he punched him in the face, without preamble. Canada stumbled, gasping, in shock. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been hit. Without waiting for him to regain his balance, Prussia punched him again, and kneed him in the stomach. Canada fell the his knees, trying to breathe, and ducked away from Prussia's kick just in time. “Jeez, you're a pussy,” the other man said.
Canada narrowed his eyes, but didn't look up. The next time Prussia's foot shot out at him, he grabbed it, and twisted. Prussia felt to the ground with a curse, and Canada was on top of him, pinning him down by the wrists. He didn't really know how to fight, but on the other hand, he was a landed nation with a huge territory and 34 million children. Prussia hadn't had land since 1947.
The sound Prussia made was somewhere between a snarl and a laugh. “Brat,” he said, and managed to get a knee between them, getting Canada in the sternum. He gasped again, already wondering how he was going to explain the bruises. Before he knew it, Prussia was on his feet again. How did he do that?
Prussia laughed, and spit in the dirt next to him. Canada tried to get up, but Prussia kicked him back down, and kept him there was a boot to the chest. “Gotta do better than that, kid.”
Canada wheezed. “We don't usually fight one-on-one in this part of the world,” he got out.
“Well, there's your problem right there,” said Prussia, and kicked him in the chin. Canada spat blood, and then sucked on his tongue where he'd bitten it, fascinated. When was the last time he'd bled?
“How do you figure that?” he asked, lunging up, full of adrenaline from the metallic taste in his mouth.
“Well,” said Prussia, feinting with a fist to the left, and then crashing the other into the side of his head. Canada saw white. “Every once in a while, you need to get your aggression out.”
Canada threw a wild punch, and managed to clip the other man across the face. “I buy that,” he said.
Prussia grinned, wild and savage, and threw Canada against a tree. “Yeah,” he said. “I'm not surprised.”
Winning [3/?]
Canada narrowed his eyes, but didn't look up. The next time Prussia's foot shot out at him, he grabbed it, and twisted. Prussia felt to the ground with a curse, and Canada was on top of him, pinning him down by the wrists. He didn't really know how to fight, but on the other hand, he was a landed nation with a huge territory and 34 million children. Prussia hadn't had land since 1947.
The sound Prussia made was somewhere between a snarl and a laugh. “Brat,” he said, and managed to get a knee between them, getting Canada in the sternum. He gasped again, already wondering how he was going to explain the bruises. Before he knew it, Prussia was on his feet again. How did he do that?
Prussia laughed, and spit in the dirt next to him. Canada tried to get up, but Prussia kicked him back down, and kept him there was a boot to the chest. “Gotta do better than that, kid.”
Canada wheezed. “We don't usually fight one-on-one in this part of the world,” he got out.
“Well, there's your problem right there,” said Prussia, and kicked him in the chin. Canada spat blood, and then sucked on his tongue where he'd bitten it, fascinated. When was the last time he'd bled?
“How do you figure that?” he asked, lunging up, full of adrenaline from the metallic taste in his mouth.
“Well,” said Prussia, feinting with a fist to the left, and then crashing the other into the side of his head. Canada saw white. “Every once in a while, you need to get your aggression out.”
Canada threw a wild punch, and managed to clip the other man across the face. “I buy that,” he said.
Prussia grinned, wild and savage, and threw Canada against a tree. “Yeah,” he said. “I'm not surprised.”