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]

Before the final blow, England was able to give Germany one final defiant stare. Had you had your fun? Were you now content? England only made a grunting noise prior to hitting the pavement.

To add to the dramatics of the fight, a few droplets of rain began to fall at that particular moment. Poetic, England thought wryly before he finally blacked out.

[kartoffelstampfer]

Germany watched the other nation go down in silence, but added a kick with his booted foot to England's ribs for good measures as soon as there was no further sign of the older man still being conscious.

With a short snarl the German finally turned away and moved to where his brother was still crouching to the ground, staring down at him in cold silence. He just wanted to rest now. But Germany wouldn't show that. Instead, he extended his hand towards his brother without a word, but somehow still signaling that he just wanted to go back to his room.