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...

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[kartoffelstampfer]

While Prussia kept England distracted, Germany went around the two of them in a wide arc so he ended up approaching the island from his back. The signals his brother gave him weren't entirely necessary, but the younger nation still paid attention to them.

It was as soon as he was close enough to their prey to be able to get a hold of England or knock him over the back of his head with easy and without being noticed that Germany halted his advance and remained entirely still. Granted, Prussia was pretty good at irritating people.

[garantundkraft]

Irritating people is just another method of doing diplomacy well, as Prussia feels the entire point of diplomacy is to ultimately get what you want with as few concessions to conflicting interests as possible. Thus, he has practised the art of annoying people into doing what he wants.

Now, to really set England off, since he sees Germany in place. "Then maybe I'll return the favour. Tell this place about the sad, pathetic little island who plays at being an empire but needs his rebellious former colony to come save his sorry ass. I mean, you're just all about honesty, aren't you? So let's show this city how bitter you are that you've lost your..." He pauses, glances at England's vital regions. "Strength. If you were really oh so concerned about the citizens here you'd have taken me out yourself, but you can't do that, can you?" The implication, naturally, being that England doesn't have the balls to do anything but make vague warnings.

Come on. Someone do something before he gives up and just tries to shoot England. Prussia's temperament does not in any way make him able to just insult for long.

[blitzkriegd]

If Prussia played his cards right, England wouldn't need to be broken into a million pieces. After all, physical wounds healed, mental ones did not. And each thing Prussia says is like one dagger hitting him after another.

He didn't need America he didn't need America England did not fucking need America.

He got what he wanted, and that was a moving England. The island growls and steps forward, ready to rip Prussia's face off.

"You son of a...!"

[kartoffelstampfer]

The moment England chose to move was the moment Germany stepped forward as well, gathering a bit speed before stopping directly behind the island with a deliberately audible shuffle of his boots to finally catch England's attention and hopefully make him attempt to look back.

Using the momentum he still had, the German quickly spun on one foot to gather up a decent amount of force when bringing up his other leg and aim the heavy heel of his boot at the side of England's head with a force that might easily throw the other nation off his feet. Thus the hope England would turn around before the actual impact. Because breaking his nose while sending him into the nearby stone wall was a much more satisfying scenario than simply cracking his skull.