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Gilbert hates being bored. It's not awesome to be bored. Gilbert can't stand doing things that are unawesome. So what do you with things that aren't awesome? You make them awesome. It doesn't work all the time though, because Ludwig was boring and therefore unawesome, and all Gilbert's attempts to awesome-ify him have failed. Oh well…
Gilbert looked at the wall. It was a huge wall that stretched for miles, separating him from his brother. It made him sick just looking at it. It was just so… boring. How dare they build a boring wall on his land! Gilbert looked around, checking for anyone watching, and took out a spray can. It was his job to awesome-ify it. After all, he was the great and awesome Prussia.
Later
Gilbert smirked. Various insults about Ivan and his people were written on the wall, most of them commenting about his weight, and him being a 'communist bastard'. There were pictures of little birds everywhere on the wall, replicas of his adorable Gilbird. For the finishing touches he sprayed a message in violet-red paint that said:
"BY THE ORDER OF PRUSSIA, THIS WALL HAS JUST BEEN MADE AWESOME."
… Oh yeah, he was just so goddamned awesome.
Gilbert looked at the wall. It was a huge wall that stretched for miles, separating him from his brother. It made him sick just looking at it. It was just so… boring. How dare they build a boring wall on his land! Gilbert looked around, checking for anyone watching, and took out a spray can. It was his job to awesome-ify it. After all, he was the great and awesome Prussia.
Later
Gilbert smirked. Various insults about Ivan and his people were written on the wall, most of them commenting about his weight, and him being a 'communist bastard'. There were pictures of little birds everywhere on the wall, replicas of his adorable Gilbird. For the finishing touches he sprayed a message in violet-red paint that said:
"BY THE ORDER OF PRUSSIA, THIS WALL HAS JUST BEEN MADE AWESOME."
… Oh yeah, he was just so goddamned awesome.
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DRABBLE: FrUK
"Go on, talk to him!" Arthur thought. Francis was hunched over, leaning against a tree.
"E-excuse me?" Arthur tapped his shoulder.
"Hm?" Francis sat up.
"W-what's your name? I'm Arthur," Arthur stuttered.
"Francis...you don't look like you're my age..." Francis commented. Arthur's cheeks burned.
"I-I'm not...I'm a bit younger..." Arthur looked down and fidgeted with his hands.
"You shouldn't do that. It's a bad habit..." Francis pointed out.
"O-oh...s-sorry..." Arthur stuttered.
"No need to apologize," Francis smiled warmly. "So, where are you from?" Francis asked to break the silence.
"O-oh...I'm right across the sea from you," Art
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"Damn that bastard he's late again!" Romano stood out into the freezing cold with his hands wrapped around himself for more warmth. His eye's beginning to burn from straining them as he looked for Antonio through the hazy fog ahead. This had become an everyday thing. Since they both went to their jobs on the same path, Romano would wait for him and they would walk together home, just talking. Sadly Antonio, who would always run as fast as he could just to see Romano with his cheek's red and his breath ruff, had been really late recently. Not that Romano mind-Wait! He minded it very much! How could that bas
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"France? France!"
The lonely cry echoed through England's bedroom as he woke, feeling coldness all around him despite the comforters and blankets he'd crept under. He shivered.
When did he start feeling like this? So alone, so abandoned?
Perhaps it had been when his empire collapsed, and all his colonies had left him. But it was France's name he was calling, not America's, not India's. So that was out.
The island nation got out of bed and slipped over to the window to his left. Beside it hung a painting of a majestic ship on the open seas, a reminder of what he'd once been- a world power, a force to be reckoned with. All of that was gone
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Uhm...he would never have gotten even near the wall, there were snipers, patrols with dogs and fences in front of the wall. Not to mention the mines.