lostrealm | Bored Now [Open]

Characters: Prussia and anyone willing to take on a bored and crazy nation (a.k.a. THIS COULD BE YOU! :D)
Date: 12 November; morning-ish
Format: Yes. I'll be doing prose since it's easier for me to write, but don't mind getting action-spam tags
Content Warnings: Swearing. Violence. Nazi uniforms.
Summary: Prussia has gotten to be terribly bored and lonely, to the point where he doesn't even want beer. There's only one solution for this: sparring! Just... to find someone to fight. (And never mind there was a siege only a few weeks ago; you think he cares?)

It's not too early in the morning when Prussia finds a nice bit of high ground to perch on near the marketplace. It just so happens to be one of the supports for the bridges, but that's not important. What is important is that he's amassed a collection of small stones and pebbles, which are presently in his pockets.

He sits, crouched, balanced on the balls of his feet. As the marketplace begins to really begin to bustle for the day, Prussia looks through the crowd, seeking out likely targets. Okay, fine, time for the fun to begin! He calls out, voice carrying with practised ease despite how rasping it sounds. "Hey! Any of you want to fight the awesome me!?"

The looks and glares he gets from some of the natives hardly phase him. In fact, that just eggs him on, and he starts retrieving the pebbles from his pocket to pelt them at people. "C'mon! Cowards! None of you have the stones to fight, so here, lemme give you some!"

When he finally catches someone's attention, Prussia will cease his assault. Until then? "Fucking wusses! Bet none of you could take a punch anyways! Sissies!"

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Oh look, a crazy guy heckling the crowd! This is totally right up John's alley.

He happens to be carrying a bag of groceries when he stops near the spot Prussia is hanging out on. He watches the scene for a moment, pebble-throwing included, before he decides to speak up. He shifts the paper bag to one arm and balances it against his hip as he holds the other hand up to cup it and call out to Prussia. "You know, this probably isn't the best place to go looking for a fight."

Prussia shifts so he can lean over and get a better look at the person who finally stopped. Oh come onnnn, a kid? This has so not been his day. Week. Month, really, if you want to get really into how badly he feels the stars are aligned against him.

"Got any better suggestions, kiddo?"

He doesn't really like fist-fighting or hurting people, to be honest. He much prefers practical jokes and pranks and harmless fun. But he's thinking he can get away with that and maybe get Prussia out of whatever funk was making him harass random people.

"If I agree to fight you once, will you stop throwing rocks at people?"

"Depends if you can make it worth my time or not." Still, he's curious enough that he'll come down from his perch. With a quick look to make sure there's actually space for him, he jumps down, landing in a crouch to absorb the force of impact. When Prussia stands back up, he has to suppress a groan. Younger than he thought. Great. "Yeah, somehow I'm thinking the answer is no." He adjusts his jacket, readying himself to climb back up.

Somehow the implication that John wasn't worth Prussia's time just made him even more annoyed. "Come on, I'm tougher than I look!" He was a scrawny 14-year-old, so he definitely didn't look like much. "And you can't just sit up there and bother people until you find someone to fight, that's really uncool and you'll get arrested."

He leaned back against the bridge support he'd just got down from. "Wrong. The awesome me is doing it, therefore it is instantly amazing and cool. But that's not important, because you seriously look like if I actually hit you as hard as I could, I'd send you flying across the damn city." Prussia tilted his head, then continued, "Besides, I kinda make it a policy to not hurt kids?"

Never mind what his uniform says to anyone who knows anything about Earth's history after the mid 1930s...

He had a point there. Not that any fighting would actually hurt John in the long run, as long as it wasn't a Heroic or Just thing he would be okay in the end and just heal from it. But there was no need to brag about that now, so John thought up something else. "What about a non-violent kind of fight? like a race or something?"

Also John had only been 13 when his version of the Earth had been destroyed, so he hadn't yet studied world history. He knew what the Nazis were but didn't recognize the uniform on sight.

He made a 'tch' sort of noise against his teeth. "Think about it. Would I be deliberately trying to provoke people if I didn't want a fight?" His logic was impeccable and beyond question, he was certain. "It's either that or I go out drinking and hope some idiot decides to start shit, and honestly? I'm beginning to pity the fuck out of whatever poor section of land back home maps to my liver."

Which was a depressing thought, actually. He shoved it out of his mind.

Okay, yeah, Prussia was rambling nonsense now. A section of land is a liver? What nonsense is that?

It is complete nonsense, that's what it is.

"Well, you don't want to fight me, and I don't really want to leave you here to try to pick fights with other people. What if I just throw you in the river and we call it even?"

It was something he could actually do and it wouldn't reveal the full extent of his powers. England already knew about his wind powers anyway so it wasn't some huge secret.

As far as he's concerned, John's the one rambling nonsense.

A kid like him, throw Prussia in the water? He actually almost wanted to see him try.

"You. Throw me. Into the river." Snort. Snicker. In a few moments he was no longer capable of holding back his laughter. "KESESESE! This. This I have got to see. I could snap you like a twig; no way are you getting me in the water!"

Still, as a precaution, he was already taking his coat off and folding it around his Luger. Just in case the kid somehow did get him in the water; no sense having to reek overly much of wet wool, then trudge home to clean his pistol.

"You gotta promise to stop looking for fights in the marketplace if I do it," John insisted. If Prussia went back to picking fights then all of this would be pointless, and he didn't want that. He was the herodude who was supposed to protect people, not make more problems for them.

"But where else am I gonna look for a fight?!" Which one of them was the adult again? He was sounding remarkably petulant, rather like a child ready to throw a tantrum at not getting his way.

"I dunno, go find the Fight Club or something," John suggested, "There's probably people who want to fight in this city but you're not going to find them at the town market."

Also the wind was starting to pick up on the bridge. It wasn't enough to be problematic yet, but it was noticeably windier where John and Prussia were standing.

~~How is he going to find Fight Club when the first rule of it is to not talk about it?~~

"I dunno. You'd be amazed what people become willing to do when you pester them enough." He frowned at the increase in the wind. It was already chilly enough for his tastes without his jacket on, so a strong breeze or more was less than welcome.

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