Blue eyes never left his work. "Food is simply expensive now, Bruder. Just... keep an eye on Gilbird, ja? Even a tiny thing like him probably looks tasty about now."
Prussia picked up a bit of the bread and bought it to his lips, trying not to think about what it probably contained. "Yeah, that's right," he murmured as he slumped against his work station and stared at material ready to be turned into clocks. It was only a few ticks later that Germany finished his current project and tested it out.
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
"OH GOD! GILBIRD!"
-- --
Damn all females to... to the shells their mothers hatched! He should have listened to Prussia, girls were nothing but trouble. If they weren't getting you into trouble, or making your life harder, they were attacking you with a frying pan.
Why'd he go after that girl? Yeah, she had some cute feathers and a pretty hot beak, but she'd played hard to get too hard and had lost him. See, she lost him, not the other way around. Unfortunately, by the time he realized she probably hadn't turned left at the park or past the rotting stump it was too late, and maybe he shouldn't have left the city. What the hell had he been thinking?
He hadn't been, that was the only reason he could think of. That was the only reason why he, a small bird, was now lost in this huge forest without any sign of Prussia at all. To make things worse, he wasn't just a small bird, but a brightly colored small bird who had never faced the world without his Prussia before. Prussia who defended him, and fed him, and took care of him.
That was why he was in this sorry state of scurrying and jumping around like a rat. Gilbird had spent the last day searching high and low for Prussia. He'd thought at first maybe if he were higher up he could see more area, and see Prussia, but that failed every time right up until that fucking sparrow.
The last evening, Gilbird had been tired, and he wasn't stupid. This late and this dark it would be near impossible to find Prussia, even if his plumage did stand out. That meant a need to find a place to sleep. He couldn't sleep on the ground, that was just asking for perdition. He couldn't sleep in the open, that was worse than sleeping on the ground, and not warm at all. That left making a nest for himself, which he didn't have the time to do, or looking for a hole in a tree.
There had been this beautiful little hole, small enough to keep predators out, and no sign of anyone having lived there in the past except for the remains of a nest and some egg shells. Cleaning it out had been easy. Settling down to sleep had been easy. What hadn't been easy was waking up the next morning to some fucking psycho sparrow trying to beak his head off and his eyes out.
Now, Gilbird was a great warrior, anyone who associated with Prussia had to be, but he was just a tiny little bird against, well, the Hungary of birds. That psycho chick had shown up with a war cry, and there was no reasoning with her. She dove in at him with a vengeance, and all Gilbird could do was try to scramble out of the way, except she wouldn't let him past!
It was a miracle he had escaped with his life at all. Gilbird had seen an opening and went for it. It left him open, but he needed to get out. Yes, she stabbed his wing and he nearly thought it tore right off, but once he got past the she-bitch queen he scrambled to the opening to the small cavern he'd called home for one night and promptly fell out.
Which was to his advantage, because he fell into a pile of leaves and snow, and she hadn't seen him. Maybe if he'd had a usable wing at that time he might have flown off, and she would have chased him down and killed him, but he hadn't.
The rest of his pathetic day had been spent trying to avoid predators, bigger animals, and looking for Prussia. How was he supposed to find him way down here anyway? He was cold, who knew how far from home, and he hadn't had his Awesome in days.
Hopping over a stick on the ground, Gilbird glanced at his injured wing before sighing and skipping a few more feet before he stopped to look around. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Oh fuck, why was he standing in a loop of string.
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Prussia picked up a bit of the bread and bought it to his lips, trying not to think about what it probably contained. "Yeah, that's right," he murmured as he slumped against his work station and stared at material ready to be turned into clocks. It was only a few ticks later that Germany finished his current project and tested it out.
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
"OH GOD! GILBIRD!"
-- --
Damn all females to... to the shells their mothers hatched! He should have listened to Prussia, girls were nothing but trouble. If they weren't getting you into trouble, or making your life harder, they were attacking you with a frying pan.
Why'd he go after that girl? Yeah, she had some cute feathers and a pretty hot beak, but she'd played hard to get too hard and had lost him. See, she lost him, not the other way around. Unfortunately, by the time he realized she probably hadn't turned left at the park or past the rotting stump it was too late, and maybe he shouldn't have left the city. What the hell had he been thinking?
He hadn't been, that was the only reason he could think of. That was the only reason why he, a small bird, was now lost in this huge forest without any sign of Prussia at all. To make things worse, he wasn't just a small bird, but a brightly colored small bird who had never faced the world without his Prussia before. Prussia who defended him, and fed him, and took care of him.
That was why he was in this sorry state of scurrying and jumping around like a rat. Gilbird had spent the last day searching high and low for Prussia. He'd thought at first maybe if he were higher up he could see more area, and see Prussia, but that failed every time right up until that fucking sparrow.
The last evening, Gilbird had been tired, and he wasn't stupid. This late and this dark it would be near impossible to find Prussia, even if his plumage did stand out. That meant a need to find a place to sleep. He couldn't sleep on the ground, that was just asking for perdition. He couldn't sleep in the open, that was worse than sleeping on the ground, and not warm at all. That left making a nest for himself, which he didn't have the time to do, or looking for a hole in a tree.
There had been this beautiful little hole, small enough to keep predators out, and no sign of anyone having lived there in the past except for the remains of a nest and some egg shells. Cleaning it out had been easy. Settling down to sleep had been easy. What hadn't been easy was waking up the next morning to some fucking psycho sparrow trying to beak his head off and his eyes out.
Now, Gilbird was a great warrior, anyone who associated with Prussia had to be, but he was just a tiny little bird against, well, the Hungary of birds. That psycho chick had shown up with a war cry, and there was no reasoning with her. She dove in at him with a vengeance, and all Gilbird could do was try to scramble out of the way, except she wouldn't let him past!
It was a miracle he had escaped with his life at all. Gilbird had seen an opening and went for it. It left him open, but he needed to get out. Yes, she stabbed his wing and he nearly thought it tore right off, but once he got past the she-bitch queen he scrambled to the opening to the small cavern he'd called home for one night and promptly fell out.
Which was to his advantage, because he fell into a pile of leaves and snow, and she hadn't seen him. Maybe if he'd had a usable wing at that time he might have flown off, and she would have chased him down and killed him, but he hadn't.
The rest of his pathetic day had been spent trying to avoid predators, bigger animals, and looking for Prussia. How was he supposed to find him way down here anyway? He was cold, who knew how far from home, and he hadn't had his Awesome in days.
Hopping over a stick on the ground, Gilbird glanced at his injured wing before sighing and skipping a few more feet before he stopped to look around. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Oh fuck, why was he standing in a loop of string.
Thwack!