dear_mun | considering maison de portes

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Hey Mun peasant. Yeah you.

I, Glorious Lord Prussia, would like to congratulate you.

Its about damn time you picked me up again, I mean what the hell, it's been about two years how did you manage without me in your life?! Yeah. Answer that, Mun. ANSWER THAT.

Anyways, so this haunted place or whatever? Totally ready for it, mun. You forget that I was a driving force during the crusades! The shit can't touch me.

Also? You're taking me out from my strongest years! I can appreciate this. If you were German, you'd be cooler, but you're not.

You're Russian.

... Gross.

Thank God you have me. I'm your redeeming quality. Hah. Hahahah. Totally.

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[Eying Prussia's clothes as he bites his tongue against the "at least I'm still a nation" retort. But no, despite what he may say and do, England actually misses Prussia in this day and age, and can't quite bring himself to say such a thing. He snorts in an ungentlemanly manner.]

What does that have to do with you being a delinquent? [Also, there is something to be said for being ridden by Fr--oh wait. Nevermind.]

[ Yeah you know what, England? Shut your face. He's still awesome. Don't even, England. Don't even. It wont get you anywhere. He has selective hearing. See above. Don't think your lack of style has gone beyond him either, just so you know, it's just that first things first. Atrocious clothing choices can wait. Important thing: Establishing that he is in fact awesome.]

What does being a delinquent have to do with not having redeeming qualities. [ Brow. Raise. Eat that. Yeah what. ]

[Wait, really? Going after his style? Seriously, Prussia? Don't you know sweater vests and argyle are classy and practical? Hmph.]

.....No. Idiot. What does France "riding my arse" have to do with you not having redeming qualities. [By the way, whatever goes on between France and England's arse is none of your business.]

[ Uhm. Yeah. He is. Because YOU LOOK LIKE A DOUCHE. Loser face. Loser. Face. Your face is a loser. ]

Uh okay lets see here. [ serious sarcasm is happening right now ] How about. You couldn't stand up to France because you suck. Ergo. Me win. You lose.

Now that that's been covered.

What the hell are you wearing?

I have stood up to France more times than I can count, you little tosser! Try having to deal with him for two millennia, and then you can talk to me about winning and losing.

[Yup, he just pulled the age card. It's not his fault Prussia is such an uppity brat.]

.....Clothes. [Complete. Deadpan. Because what the fuck kind of question is that.]

Then

why don't you just

like

punch him.

[ /does not get face ]

AND I AM NOT A TOSSER. WHAT THE HELL KIND OF SISSY ASS INSULT IS THAT ANYWAYS. YOU'RE THE TOSSER. [ Horay for vocabulary, clearly Prussia's strong point. ]

PPPPPPPPFFFFFTTTTTTT. YOU WANT TO GO YOU? I CAN TAKE YOU. AND YOUR STUPID CLOTHING.

[ and there is much intense pointing involved here. ]

I have punched him! Many times! And I take great joy in doing so! [And anyone who says otherwise will get a swift kick in the bollocks.]

[He winces slightly at the volume. It's been some time since his little.... fling.... with a Prussia. So. He's gotten used to conversation at normal decibels.] You don't even know what it means! Why would you turn around and use it on me?! You're rubbish at insults, and you sound like a sodding five-year-old!

[Completely disregards the challenge, because yeah. Prussia from the past would probably kicks his ass.]

[ WELL THEN. WHY DIDN-- Oh wait, you did. Nevermind. He'll stop yelling, uh, for now. ] Yeah, well.

France has issues with learning his lesson.

[uhm. hypocritical much?] ... [ and here we go again ]

HEY SHUT YOUR FACE OR I'LL PUNCH IT IN.

[ what the fuck ever, man. He doesn't need words when he ~~will have~~ has ALL THE VITALS EVER. ]

No shit. I think I know him a bit better than you.

[Eyeroll. Because, yes. Very hypocritical. He mutters.] And he's not the only one, brat...

[Again with the wincing.]

Jesus fucking Christ, you're not on the battle field! You shut up, you loudmouthed twat!

[ wtf he's going to stare at you like you're a nutjob. ]

Uh. Don't be so sure about that.

[ evil. grin. goes here. ]

[STARING RIGHT BACK. He doesn't like that grin.]

About which part?

[Wait..... does he really want to know? Probably not. Dammit.]

[ what the fuck did you - ]

... the battlefield part, idiot.

why would I ever want to know more about France than I absolutely have to. Uuuughhh.

Don't be ridiculous. Dear_Mun is hardly a battlefield.

[Though knowing Prussia, anywhere he is could probably be turned into a battle field...]

It pays to know your enemies. [You know... like... in political matters. That is what he meant by "knowing" him. No other meaning of the word implied. Pervert. (Except that maybe he was implying something else BUUT MAYBE HE WASN'T, OKAY?]

[ Zhe text in your square brackets, England. Enough said. ]

'Know your enemies?' You're totally kidding, right?

Who the heck isn't actually just waiting for the right opportunity to serve your ass to you?

I'm not kidding. [One perfectly stylish eyebrow raises as he considers the younger nation.]

Actually, where I'm from, Europe is at peace. It's nice not having to watch your back, constantly. [He misses the power he used to have, sure; but not the war.]

What.

[So much staring of the does not get variety] what the heck do you do all day?

We work, for the most part. Politics, paperwork, striving to keep the peace.

[He shrugs.] Aside from that... I like to go to the pub down the street and watch football with my people.... [Get absolutely pissed is more like it.] I garden, read, write, and embroider. [Totally exciting, right?]

[ this stare ]

Hey! I work. You should see Fritz's office. IT IS SPOTLESS.

[ Come on man, he's crazy but he is a soldier. ]

Also.

What the hell is embroider or whatever. Sounds totally lame.

Tch. I wasn't implying that you don't work. That is simply what takes up all of our time now that we no longer fight amongst ourselves...

[His lips twitch downward in a frown. There is nothing lame about embroidery, wtf.]

This is embroidery. [He pulls out a handkerchief with elaborate roses stitched in one corner.] It's needlework. [NO IT IS NOT WOMANLY, DON'T YOU EVEN SAY IT]

[ Nothing else is mattering at all except this face right now ]

.....You look like a constipated fool.

[PUTTING HIS HANKY AWAY. IT'S GONE, SEE, SO SHUT UP.]

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1/2 ...

2/2

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oh god I'm laughing so hard I'm in tears. -- ONCE AGAIN, 1/2

2/2

kdskdfjdkfj the large text is so loud. SO. LOUD.

Fuck Sparta, THIS. IS. PRUSSIA.

he could take all 300 of them

Damn right /awesome pose

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uhm.. 1/2 I think? maybe 1/3

nope, just 1/2. 2/2 it is!

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1/2

I DOUBLE LIED 2/2

liaaaarrrrr.

These two are fantastic

they really are. my muse always has the best shenanigans with Prussias.