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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[blitzkriegd]

It was a horrible sound, not the sound of cartilage popping, but the sound of someone sneaking up on you from behind. England had already lost at that point. How could he have let himself fall into such an obvious trap? Sure, he'd expected Germany to hunt him down, expected to be given a good thrashing. The fact that Prussia had followed along didn't surprise him either. England should not have been shocked by any of this. And he wasn't, not really. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.

He didn't quite hit the wall, as Germany had wanted. England fell just a little short of it, but he did receive the kick to the face. He stared at the sky in a daze for several seconds, cursing himself for being so unprepared.

[garantundkraft]

He has to applaud Germany on his timing, with a slow clap. Or perhaps that is for England's failure of situational awareness. "That. Was. Awesome!" Prussia crows. He'd continue, but it's apparent that their foe could still, theoretically, get up. So instead he draws his bayonet in one hand and advances, kicking at the island nation with full strength as soon as he's in range. Can't let his brother have all the fun, right?

So long as England is still stunned, he will reach down to try to haul the man to his feet, sneering the entire time. "Oh, you can't be tired already! Get up, old man."

[kartoffelstampfer]

Germany didn't exactly see how a weapon was necessary, but if his brother wanted to use the blade he wouldn't stop him. He had to contemplate for a moment, however, if his kick was lacking some power. Not much time to dwell on that either. Germany would just stay put while Prussia jerked England to his feet and have his way. The younger German spoke no word, his current anger only displayed n the way he crossed his arms and glared at England, possibly considering how many punches to aim at his face next or which limb to twist and bend against nature's will.

[blitzkriegd]

Why bother getting up? Just so that he could be laughed at more? Prussia called him an old man. That gutted England to the core, made him want to throw up. Thankfully, the sight of Germany approaching was enough to bring his energy back.

He stayed limp, just keeping his eyes on the big German country. "Two-on-one and bringing a weapon? That isn't very fair, is it?" He smirked, obviously implying that neither of the two were able to take care of him on their own. If England was going to be accused of hiding behind his baby brother, then so was Prussia, because that was what it looked like.

The thought made him angry enough to plant his feet on the ground and attempt to lift Prussia. His intention was to toss him into Germany in order to put some distance between them.

[garantundkraft]

"All's fair in love and war~" he purrs, pushing at England to move him towards the wall. If neither of them can see how necessary a weapon is, then they just lack imagination. He traces along England's jaw with the tip of the blade-

And then ends up flailing, cutting wildly as he's lifted off the ground. Not very far, of course; England is shorter than him, among other reasons, but far enough that trying to stand tiptoe doesn't help. "H-hey! Put me down, damnit!" He even punches England to try to get released.

At which point, he learns why one ought to be very specific about what they want, as he is sent flying in Germany's direction.

Right. The British Empire is still pretty strong. Well then.

Whoops. Teal Deers crossing.

[kartoffelstampfer]

Germany remained quiet through this, watched and actually lifted a brow at England's words.

Though that moment passed quickly as a Prussian was send his way. Sure. He could have stepped aside, but that wouldn't translate well in this current situation. So rather than letting his brother fall to the floor, Germany stopped his brother's movements by getting hold of his upper arm and pulling him back into a fully upright position before finally turning towards England. In retrospect he probably was lucky that Prussia had shown up as well. It's hardly been a wekk since they got here and lost all connection to their home world and people. While that was a strange thing to deal with, it sort of came with a bit of a benefit for Germany who was hardly in any condition to fight anymore back in their world but rather struggled against collapsing in himself due to how things had turned in their war.

Here, however, he had been able to recuperate somewhat already. But he still noticed how his blows lacked some power and how his stamina was drained quicker when he wasn't careful. Which was why he was grateful for Prussia to occupy this little nuisance here. Occupy and distract him so Germany could focus on one strong blow at a time before falling back again and let his brother have his way again. They couldn't notice.

Letting go of his brother and stepping up to the isla with controlled steps, Germany finally spoke. His voice seemed calm on the outside, but there was a definite edge to it. One that implied that there were several levels hiding underneath that surface to those that knew what to listen for.

"You speak of fairness, of all people, England?" he stopped as soon as he stood directly in front of the older nation, cold blue eyes glaring mercilessly down into green ones "How about forty-five on one, then? Or how many nations have you and your brother forced to join into your little playgroup you call United Nations by now? Argentinia sure didn't declare war on me all on their own." the scowl on the German's face darkened and Germany reached out with his right hand and slowly moved it past the shorter nation's head, placing it on England's skull, just behind his ear while keeping the other's eyes trapped with his own glare "Don't try provoking us when it's apparent enough that you're scared because you already fail to beat us back home despite forcing half of the world into fighting us alongside your sorry self." With his hand where it was, he drew England's head closer while leaning down and forward a bit himself until their foreheads almost touched and the German's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper "Study the facts and figures, England. They don't tell of your glorious strength but a sad story about how you and your allies need to sacrifice millions to trample down a single enemy." the younger nation brought up his left hand now as well, placing it at the other side of England's head and keeping him there in this oddly intimate pose "Your battle tactics earn you no glory or a award for fair fighting. So watch your words."

Those words were followed by a brief pause before Germany leaned away again and suddenly gripped the other man's skull harder before forcefully jerking it downward and right towards his own knee that the younger nation kicked up hardly to increase the impact.

i will take all the teal deers thanks. also i had to act out this

[blitzkriegd]

These German brothers were great at distracting England. He enjoyed their company when they weren't at war. Or even if they were at war. They had stimulating(?) conversation and were very strong. They were hurting him, but, at the same time, only making him want to prove them wrong all the more. England could not lie or challenge what Germany was saying, but none of them were saints, here. All that mattered was that they were enemies.

After the impact, England's head was thrown backwards. He managed to get away from Germany, but in the form of stumbling. Fortunately, he had the wall to keep him from falling over. That was it. They wanted to play dirty, with their scathing words and weapons? Well, England would play even dirtier. He would use something they couldn't.

He pulled and pushed himself until he stood up straight as his eyes began to glow a brilliant green. "Oh, Germany. And here I thought you didn't want to bring the war here. But you certainly can't stop bringing it up." The ground around them began to shake, but already England could feel that his magic was not nearly as powerful as it was back home. It was a shame that he couldn't summon Russia right now. He would not have minded it.

For now, he settled for a simple levitation spell. Whether he lifted the countries off the ground did not matter. He was able to lift some of the surroundings, and then began hurling them at the brothers. This was mostly a distraction, for the time being.

Method RPing is a totally valid form of tag writing. /herds teal deer

[garantundkraft]

He doesn't thank Germany for catching him, or even acknowledge how totally awesome his little brother is, as all of these things are truths that he is certain Germany is aware of. Really, that whole thing with the talking and then the kneeing right in England's fucking face? Prussia is convinced he could hardly have improved on that himself. Pure beauty, that was.

Prussia circles around to stand just behind and to West's side, planning his next attack for once. This becomes especially critical when England casts his levitation spell, because Prussia is no idiot. The last thing he needs is to get hit on the head by a heavy rock or piece of debris, and it's obvious that England isn't aiming. Covering fire, then.

It's just a shame that combat is the specialty of Prussia. He knows he needs to move quickly. The simple fact is that if they let England take protection from his rocks, then he could build up the stamina and concentration for a more powerful attacking spell.

Or he could, you know, pull a gun. That is also a thing he could do.

Plan formed, Prussia darts in, head tucked down and an arm in front of his face to deflect anything that might fly at him. His initial steps seem to take him straight towards the centre of England's mass, the likeliest blow would be perhaps a crouched tackle into the older man's stomach or ribs. However, a quick twist, and his shoulder is connecting against England, driving him back against the wall whilst Prussia's hands find wrist and upper arm, just above the elbow.

Then he twists England's arm.

Though ordinarily he would hesitate to use his full strength -leave the heavy hitting to big, bulky West and take advantage of his own smaller, more agile build to strike rapidly- Prussia is pissed. Though he protected his head well enough, he's bruised from the debris flung by England's spell. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if some of his ribs are cracked from a particularly large stone. That, and he did not appreciate being thrown around like he's nothing.

So when he twists, it's with every bit of strength he can muster, until he feels and hears the bone give way under the torque.

[kartoffelstampfer]

Unlike his brother who chose to move quickly to avoid the flying debris, Germany opted to crouch down and cover his head. Thanks to the lack of aim of such an attack he automatically avoided everything that wasn't lucky enough to crash right into him. And those hits he could endure. And with Prussia acting as the chainbreaker for this one it was unlikely that England would get the chance to fire a second spell right after the first.

As soon as this annoying little mafic tricks ceases and Germany gets to listen to the sound of mistreated bones, he can't exactly prevent the ghost of a smirk and stood back up again, ignoring the bruises he had taken from the attack. They shouldn't give the island too much time to actually breathe...

[blitzkriegd]

England cursed openly when he was not able to lift the Germans. At home, he would have been able to do it. After all, he'd used this levitation spell on France a few times to harass him, making him rise and drop with just the point of his finger. The small setback was forgotten, though, once Prussia was near and breaking his arm.

He didn't feel the pain at first, just heard the snap. And that was what made him yell. He was more frustrated at not being able to do anything to harm these guys, if anything! Why couldn't they just stay down?

A burst of adrenaline rushed through his body and he took advantage of the fact that Prussia was near. England turned and kneed Prussia in the stomach as hard as he could.