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Isn't that harsh....?

Harsh? No! It's the truth.

...and hey, it builds character! Maybe she'll learn to be cooler or something. Or at least start drinking good beer again.

I don't think that's a good way to build confidence.

I never said anything about confidence. I said character which is-- different.

Confidence is key to be cool.

No, being cool is key to being cool. It's one of those things.

Would you still be 'cool' if you had low self esteem?

If you're cool you won't have low self esteem. 'Cause you're cool. It's basic logic!

[Basic Prussia logic, at least.]

Cool is in the eye of the beholder isn't it?

[And here comes the puffin.]

Iceland! There you are you bastard!

Stop yelling.

You left me for dead with that snarky guy!

Nah, that's beauty!

[And his eyebrow goes up while he makes a face.]

... wonder if I can I use it for target practice...

[He doesn't mean to say it outloud, honest. Totally was mean to stay in his head. Kinda. Maybe.]

The hell did you just say?!

Be my guest.

Shut up! I'm way too cute for that shit!

I said I should use you as target practice. [Bland look, there's just a hint of something sharp in his grin.]

Though, kinda ruins the fun when you're so loud...

Stupid albino! I'd kick your ass if I wasn't a bird!

Y...you're not helping...

Like you're doing any better Mister. I'm not going to help at all.

Sure y'would. Man, is he always that obnoxious? Have you tried taping the beak shut?

[Not that Prussia likes to rile things up... oh no...

Smirk.]

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED GETTING LAID? Oh yeah! YOU CANT GET ANY.

Th-that was too far!

[Closing beak now with his hand.]

Trouble with your mun, cherí? Hmm... perhaps you ought to give them a bit of incouragement instead of cruel words. That is how I trained mine.

Tch- I don't think this one is trainable. And they aren't cruel words, just the truth I mean, no one is as awesome as me and it doesn't hurt to point it out.

You might be surprised! My mun was as classless as they come when she first took an interest in me, and now.... Ah. Well, she is still classless. But she is an American, so I do not believe that can be helped. I have convinced her to start studying wine, at least; and that is a start.

My point is that your mun will never be as awesome as you, just as mine will never be able to match my classiness. But that does not mean the two of you cannot work together!

[Classiness. Yes. That is what they call it when you run around naked in cat ears, groping random people. B/]

((ooc: encouragement. wow, how do I English.))

...well, she does drink the good beer, that's kind of a start. But-

[Give him a second, he'll come up with an argument for arguments sake.

Or sulk a little bit and lean on you.] But I don't want to work with her. She'd get along better with West.

[Yeah, he might say that like it's an insult. A little one.]

Oui, you must start with the little things. Eventually, your relationship will grow from there.

[Listen to Big Brother. He knows what he's talking about.

Also, encouragement. Now he is slipping an arm around Prussia's shoulders.]

If it is any consolation, my mun is a better match for Angleterre. He has always been her favourite...

[Haughty sniff. Yep. Jealous of the other muses in his headspace.] She has even started embroidering....

[Prussia just snorts. Right.

And there are things that he will listen to France about. Just... possibly not this. Then again, he might just like whining ~~because it irritates the mun~~.

There's a sigh as Prussia's head dropped back against France's shoulder.]

Man, that must suck. And embroidering? What? Tell her to like... not. No one likes Eyebrows that much. No one.

I missed about half of that Herr Preußen. I could hear you over how lovely your back is in that icon.

[Lili, are you drunk again?]

Oh? Well, it is me, and I am pretty sexy.

[Like he cares, he'll preen anyway. Because the other ones in the headspace aren't nearly so nice to him.]

[It's hard to tell as she just has her usual droopy eyed expression...though she maybe blushing a little more than usual.]

Your back is, at least. Sometimes your voice is too loud. Especially when you get mad.

[And then there's a little hiccup. Yep. Little buzzed this evening.]

[He will blame the blush for the possibly reckless (Prussia, reckless? Never) movement of him grinning and slinging an arm around her. He's pretty sure he hasn't seen Vash around. Preeeeetty sure.]

All of me is sexy, even when I'm loud. And-- wait, are you drunk?

[Peering a little bit closer, still grinning.]

Sufficiently buzzed. I had wine with dinner...Austrian I think.

[She hums at the hug and leans on him a little. She didn't drink a lot! She's just a little bit of a lightweight...well a lot of a lightweight.]

Tch, wine. See, this is why you should drink with me, nothing to do with Von Sissyburg!

[It's okay, it's part of her charm. At least, Prussia thinks it's adorable.]

Mm. You say that, but you aren't sitting right in between him and Bruder Vash. [Not that she minds too much. There have been attempts to spoil her with chocolates and cakes after all.

She holds on to Prussia's hand, the one resting over her shoulder.] Do you make beer that goes well with cake?

[Because she loves cake so much ;w;]

Hey, you can always come party with West and I! Well, with me anyway, West is kind of a stick in the mud more often than not.

[By that he means responsible, but who wants to be responsible? Tch.

But you should bring cake and chocolates with you, Prussia tries to steal them when he can but that doesn't always end well.]

Mmm, of course! Beer goes with all cakes.

You go for it pretty strongly, dreng.

Of course I-- [wait. Dreng. That's- give it a second.

Oh, excuse him whilst he sputters and seethes a bit.]

Who are you calling 'dreng'?!

[Wait for it--

Yeah. You scored yourself a grin.]

It seemed natural. Cut the mundane some slack, will ya.

[Prussia's finger might twitch just a little bit. Like he wished he had something to hit you with. Maybe.]

Natrual? No, what's natural is me kicking your ass, not you calling me 'boy', that's what's natural. And why should I? She thinks that because she knows my history, she can play me. Tch.

[What do you need? Fist is not good enough? Denmark will take a swig from his beer.]

Well, [he rubs his chin, but never loses that grin,] you could try.

[After another swig, he's ready to tackle the other subject.] It's either that or slip quietly into the nonexistence. I'd say give her a chance.

[He doesn't need to get any Denmark on himself. At least, that's what he would say.]

Tch, try. Whatever. [[Eying that beer now. Because you have some and he doesn't. And how is that fair?]

...first off, too awesome for nonexistence. Secondly, like hell I would do anything quietly. But... you may have a point. May. A little one.

[Well, if there's something Denmark understands, it's a thirsty gaze of a man needing a beer. And so he'll magic a Carlsberg from his pocket, offering it to Prussia.]

Hej, it's either a half brained mun who knows something or one that doesn't know a thing. The only commendable part about mine is the fact that she lives in Scandinavia. [Clinking a bottle against bottle with a sad grin.] That ain't much.

[And this is why he didn't hit you. Because you can be pretty awesome.

Prussia snorts, clinking his bottle before taking a swig.]

Better than one that lives in the stupid frozen north. Even if Canada is pretty cool... Still!

[Beer connects men, it is just a universal fact. Denmark wouldn't have really minded a punch either. A brawl, a drink, it's all fine.]

Canada's not bad at all. My mun seems to think we in central Europe know nothing about real winter. Haha. At least Finns understand something about beer. Skål! [And that cools for another swig from his.]

[Beer is magical like that. There can be a brawl later, who knows, maybe they'll find someone else to pick on.]

...fuckin' hate the cold. Mun enjoys it. Another reason why she should clearly stop trying to be awesome, right there. [He is totally muttering into his beer with a scowl on his face. Someone hates the cold, or at least what it reminds him of.]

Well, at least she's not threaten' to toss me into a game. Your mun done that yet?

[Sounds like a battle plan that Denmark would happily sign.

And he doesn't really mind cold either, which just makes him grin and take a good swig of his beer.]

Nope. She's busy with her own game. I'm apparently something like a ... vacation entertainment. Can you believe that?

[They should lay a trap for Austria. He's fun to harass. Well, as long as Hungary isn't around.

Prussia's still muttering when he takes another mouthful of beer. He really, really doesn't like the cold. He can handle it, but doesn't want to.]

Wait, you're a vacation? That's... well that could be a compliment?

[All for that, mate. After that they can go raid Sweden's house, he's always fun to annoy.

He'll shrug, easy going to the end.] Well, thank you, Preussen. [Grin.] From what I've seen around, I really don't want to be trapped in a game in any case.

[Sounds like a plan that Prussia could totally get behind. Harassment and beer all round!]

Hn, you probably don't. My mun was making eyes at a few but I'm sure if I get loud enough she won't send me anywhere. Better to have some freedom, ja?

[A beautiful friendship, it shall be called. ~~A man, his beer and halberd...no, that wasn't it. He was talking about Preussen.~~]

I'm rooting for you, vän! Which games was your mun considering? Color me curious, or maybe it's the mundane being tempted to cave in. [Wink.]

[By them and not one else, otherwise they are doing something wrong. ~~Hey, he can bring the halberd, Prussia won't mind at all, he's got his own weapons to bring to the party~~.]

Well, the more I drink the better this plan will go! It works well for me in two ways. But she mentioned something about some Zodion place. Something about Spanien being there for company...

[Exactly. Violence first, a lot of beer later, maybe a girl dancing on their table somewhere in there. ~~Or that might be just Denmark...~~ ]

Hold on! [He's out of beer. He's listening, really, just... aha! More bottles being magiced out of his pockets (don't ask). He opens the first with the cork of the second one, and hands that to Prussia. The second he'll twist open with his teeth. (Ruining perfectly good teeth.)

Okay, crisis evaded. Time to move on. ] Zodion... mun seems to have heard about it. It's a sex game?

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I REGRET NOTHING.

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/quietly tags from phone. Excuse the fail

No prob! If you excuse my regular kind of English fail. XD

I love how I say that then have no signal then no internet :T Also, no problem!

Haha. you know, you called it upon yourself!

Yeah. /sigh. And now gmail is going crazy. Awesome

D: that sounds troublesome! /kicks it for you

I'm going to blame where I am. It's the horrible internet signal XD

Hopefully that isn't in middle of nowhere. I lived in backwoods for a while and it was hideous.

Middle of nowhere-ish. Not entirely, but almost. But, I enjoy it, minus the internet fail.

I love living there, but the interenet is HORRIBLE. lol. Wind? Crash! Snow? Crash! Lightnings? Crash