Kriegserklärung

[kartoffelstampfer]

Characters: Prussia, Germany and England [closed]
Date: August 22nd
Format: Prose
Content Warnings: violence
Summary: The Germans are pissed and plan to bash in some head. Surprisingly, England's head just seems like the right head for this.

The nation seemed calm as he walked through the streets of the city, making sure to look around all the time as if searching for something. But the display was a faulty one. Germany was more on edge than he normally was and currently searched for an outlet.

Or rather: England.

The island had dared to put Germany as well as his brother on open display even here. As is it wasn't enough that he and his idiotic brother had already riled up almost fifty nations back home to declare war to him. No. Of course he had to do the same here. Where neither of them even had a government they had to obey to.

Cursing mildly in German, he rounded another corner. He was patient. He would find England and then make sure to show him his appreciation in person...

Comments

[kartoffelstampfer]

"Nein. We won't give them a reason to do that. Because he has several people listening to his nonsense." Germany replied with a disapproving snort "Teaching him a lesson for his slander, however, I agree with. But we're not giving any of the locals here a reason to further pay him any mind."

[garantundkraft]

"Okay, Wessie, how exactly do you intend to teach him a lesson? 'Cause all the methods I can think of might get us in trouble if he goes complaining." Prussia arches his eyebrows pointedly, finally taking the cigarette from his mouth.

[kartoffelstampfer]

"He won't dare to do so when we're done with him." there is a faint snort "Besides, this is merely a reaction to him attempting to brand us as criminals for no apparent reason. A matter of pride. Something I doubt England has ever had anyway. So if he decides to whine anyway and people ask... I'll handle them."

[garantundkraft]

That actually makes Prussia halt entirely to look at his brother a moment, before he resumes walking. "Fine then. Even if I'm the older of us... " He drops the remainder of his cigarette, stamping on it as he walks to extinguish the tip. Now that that's settled, all they need to do is find the troublemaking island they speak of.

[kartoffelstampfer]

Germanycast his brother a remotely quizzical look at that response "I didn't think you were up for diplomatic talks, brother." he didn't quite see what their ages had to do with this. They were both adults after all...

"If you want to talk to them, fine. But let's find England first.He probably hides somewhere again."