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Y'know, we've gone over this before, mun. You're not awesome enough. You weren't awesome enough the first time and you aren't this time.

Though, I guess you get some credit for being a stubborn, idiotic fool. Not much, but some.

~~Seriously, I was fine by my awesome self, you do not have to drag me out for a-- a play date.~~

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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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/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