He hadn't known what he was thinking, and he probably hadn't been thinking at the time. All Prussia knew was that he had two handfuls of chestnut brown hair, soft hair, and it tasted sweet, sweet like the first fresh berries of spring. It being the Austria who he happened to be kissi--.
He tore himself from the other and looked aside with a cough. It had been cold just a while ago, bu tall that running must have warmed him up. Wow, it must be really to in here though, the damn aristocrat always did live in... a threadbare room? Prussia blinked as he looked back around. There were spaces on the wall more colorful than the rest, the armoire against the wall was missing a handle, the blankets looked about as patched as his coat, and a thin layer of dust on near everything.
The aristocrat for his part was quite red and fussing over his thin froofy neck... slightly stained jabot with thin fingers. Thinner than he last recalled, and those cheekbones were just a little more prominent. Had his shirt always hung on his shoulders like that? Prussia coughed to get the man's attention and dragged up a smile. "Yeah, uh, thanks for finding Gilbird, and taking care of him. I... appreciate it. A lot,and stuff. Yes, the awesome me appreciates it."
The violet eyed man nodded stiffly and squared his shoulders. He'd always been shorter than Prussia, but every little bit count, even if you were sitting in a wheelchair. "Well, yes, of course. I wasn't about to leave a poor fellow in the state he was in. Now that you've found your chick, I suggest you leave, Prussia."
"Uh, right, right." Prussia picked up Gilbird and settled him in the folds of his scarf, close by and warm. "Well, uh," Prussia looked around and found the only things he could really insult were things that were also bad about his own house. "I'll be going then.... But you better watch out, or else I'll come back when you least expect it and and, er... seize, ummm--" he waved his hand and looked helplessly at Austria who blinked at him a bit breathless.
"Seize my vital regions you mean?" Did he sound eager?
Prussia's face screwed up as he grimaced. "Ew. Isn't there a way to put it that sounds less... dirty?"
The musician sighed and pointed to the door as he rubbed his forehead. "Just get out," he replied.
And Prussia did as instructed, after all, Austria had taken care of his chick for him when he didn't have to. From the looks of it... Austria could have never have told him and just waited for Gilbird to plumpen up before eating him. And he'd shared some of his food with Gilbird too. As he walked through the empty halls he realized there were portraits missing, lots of things missing like furniture, paint on walls, cracks in the floor, things like that.
It wasn't until he was walking through the unruly front garden that he realized something. Preußenlied? He thought he recognized that tune. Austria had been singing without words the melody to Preußenlied! Grinning, Prussia looked back at the house, up at a dusty second story window and spotted the Austria watching him with his fingers on his lips before his cheeks turned bright red and he ducked behind the curtains. Well, looks like he'd left an impression too.
Turning around back around, Prussia stuck his hands in his pockets and whistled happily. Suddenly the world didn't seem that gray after all.
-- --
"...and that's how," Prussia paused, tongue between his teeth, to correct an inflated sum in the paperwork, "Roddy and I got together."
Russia nodded, leaning back in one chair, his boots on the table, eyes on the ceiling. "You mean until we won," he commented.
Red eyes glared at him for a moment before looking back at the figures. "What, you think I'd still be here if it weren't for that fucking Wall?" He blew at the eraser rubbings scattered about before he nodded. "Yeah, this looks a bit more accurate." He pushed the paper toward the larger man and cracked his back and neck. "There's the supply list."
"Spasiba," Russia sat right up, looked the figures over and nodded before standing up and tucking the paper absently in a pocket. "Oh, that reminds me, I have a present for you."
Narrow eyes considered him suspiciously. "A present for me?"
PrussiaxAustria, Austria helps find missing Gilbird 6/7
He tore himself from the other and looked aside with a cough. It had been cold just a while ago, bu tall that running must have warmed him up. Wow, it must be really to in here though, the damn aristocrat always did live in... a threadbare room? Prussia blinked as he looked back around. There were spaces on the wall more colorful than the rest, the armoire against the wall was missing a handle, the blankets looked about as patched as his coat, and a thin layer of dust on near everything.
The aristocrat for his part was quite red and fussing over his thin froofy neck... slightly stained jabot with thin fingers. Thinner than he last recalled, and those cheekbones were just a little more prominent. Had his shirt always hung on his shoulders like that? Prussia coughed to get the man's attention and dragged up a smile. "Yeah, uh, thanks for finding Gilbird, and taking care of him. I... appreciate it. A lot,and stuff. Yes, the awesome me appreciates it."
The violet eyed man nodded stiffly and squared his shoulders. He'd always been shorter than Prussia, but every little bit count, even if you were sitting in a wheelchair. "Well, yes, of course. I wasn't about to leave a poor fellow in the state he was in. Now that you've found your chick, I suggest you leave, Prussia."
"Uh, right, right." Prussia picked up Gilbird and settled him in the folds of his scarf, close by and warm. "Well, uh," Prussia looked around and found the only things he could really insult were things that were also bad about his own house. "I'll be going then.... But you better watch out, or else I'll come back when you least expect it and and, er... seize, ummm--" he waved his hand and looked helplessly at Austria who blinked at him a bit breathless.
"Seize my vital regions you mean?" Did he sound eager?
Prussia's face screwed up as he grimaced. "Ew. Isn't there a way to put it that sounds less... dirty?"
The musician sighed and pointed to the door as he rubbed his forehead. "Just get out," he replied.
And Prussia did as instructed, after all, Austria had taken care of his chick for him when he didn't have to. From the looks of it... Austria could have never have told him and just waited for Gilbird to plumpen up before eating him. And he'd shared some of his food with Gilbird too. As he walked through the empty halls he realized there were portraits missing, lots of things missing like furniture, paint on walls, cracks in the floor, things like that.
It wasn't until he was walking through the unruly front garden that he realized something. Preußenlied? He thought he recognized that tune. Austria had been singing without words the melody to Preußenlied! Grinning, Prussia looked back at the house, up at a dusty second story window and spotted the Austria watching him with his fingers on his lips before his cheeks turned bright red and he ducked behind the curtains. Well, looks like he'd left an impression too.
Turning around back around, Prussia stuck his hands in his pockets and whistled happily. Suddenly the world didn't seem that gray after all.
-- --
"...and that's how," Prussia paused, tongue between his teeth, to correct an inflated sum in the paperwork, "Roddy and I got together."
Russia nodded, leaning back in one chair, his boots on the table, eyes on the ceiling. "You mean until we won," he commented.
Red eyes glared at him for a moment before looking back at the figures. "What, you think I'd still be here if it weren't for that fucking Wall?" He blew at the eraser rubbings scattered about before he nodded. "Yeah, this looks a bit more accurate." He pushed the paper toward the larger man and cracked his back and neck. "There's the supply list."
"Spasiba," Russia sat right up, looked the figures over and nodded before standing up and tucking the paper absently in a pocket. "Oh, that reminds me, I have a present for you."
Narrow eyes considered him suspiciously. "A present for me?"