^J^ Privet Prussiya!

...d-definitely had not been looking for the Russian of all people! No way! Zilch, nada! But uh, it was only polite or whatever to greet

back, right? Even if that person had him locked up for a stupidly long time. So he settles on huffing. "Freak, what do you want?"

Chuckles and smiles a little creepily, tilting his head as he slowly walks towards the other.

"Aw that is not very nice way to greet someone now is it?" Starts circling Prussia, enjoying the fact he's making him uncomfortable.

"Besides I don't necessarily have to want something from you do I?"

shivers at the extremely shiver-inducing smile that he pretends to not have seen. He glares up at the giant nation, noticably flinching away

whenever Russia comes even one millimeter within his personal bubble. The freak is enjoying this, Gilbert knows, and that just makes him

glare harder. "It is when it's you." Inaudible gulp. "So if you don't have business with the awesome, then piss off."

"Well I never said I DIDN'T want anything either did I, hehe? Can you guess what it is?"

Standing behind the albino, a strong arm circles around his shoulders, while a finger trails along his chin.

bristles, shoulders tensing when the other stops somewhere behind him - but he doesn't turn around to see what it is that Russia is doing,

because he is Prussia, goddammit, and he can deal with anything that the platinum-blond throws at him! "Why the hell would I want to g-"

The rest of those words get lodged in his throat as he is pulled into an arm-hold, the tingling of fingers on the underside of his chin

bringing out the biggest shudder, and shitshitshit- "What the fuck are you doing?!" he screams, aiming his elbow at what he hopes is

Russia's stomach.
((orz, too wordy; sorry!))

((dont apologize X3 i love it))

As strong as the superpower is, the jab to his stomach is still violent enough to knock the air out of him for a minute.

Somehow he still manages to keep his grip on his victim and merely chuckles again, as he expected this response.

It's one of the things that makes him so interested in the German.

Prussia is one of the only ones who has the guts to fight back against the intimidating bigger nation.

There's some kind of special spark in him that can never seem to be extingushed.

"Ah... don't you know how much I like when you struggle. Makes things more fun da?"

isn't really all that surprised when the hold around him doesn't loosen, though he should admit that he hadn't given it his all in that

jab. Still, the fact that Russia didn't even seem fazed enough to just fucking let go proved that the guy's a freak. Stupid Russian freak

who didn't understand the meaning of piss off! "That's only 'cause you're a sick, sick bastard," he snaps back, grabbing the other's arm

with both hands and trying to pry the grip off. He didn't care if Russia finds disgusting amusement with his struggle, because he isn't

just going to stand around and let the other keep touching him. Totally not awesome.

"Oh... am I?" He lets go and smiles slyly, because he's really just messing around with the other.

He then leans around to catch the priceless look of shock on Prussia's face.

They both know that if Russia wished it, they'd be in that position pretty much all day.

Not to demote Prussia's rather impressive strength, but America was really the only one who could compare to the Russian man in that aspect.

"So... where's your 'bruder'? Looks like he has better things to do than protect you from the big bad Russia huh?

No one ever really has time for you do they? You're more alone than you'll admit... It doesn't have to be like that you know..."

realizes pretty soon that, no matter what he does to try and get the Russian to let go of him, it's not going to work; so in a rare show of

self-preservation, he bites down on his pride and stops trying to sock Russia into releasing him. But those words, those words that make

his blood run cold with something akin to acknowledge...they leave behind an insinuation that Prussia refuses to think about. Because

Russia is a mastermind when it comes to mind games, and this is no different. "Don't talk as if you know jack shit about me," he snarls,

glaring at a stupidly shaped rock on the ground. "I ain't gonna fall for your 'become one with Russia' crap."

It's easy to tell he's already getting under the other's skin. "I know you'll come around sooner or later.

You may not like it but you know deep down, I really do understand you.

You just want to be loved, respected. Be acknowleged as a great power.

But the truth is you can never have any of that living in the shadows of those you surround yourself with.

I'm the only one who can really give you what you want..."

falls silent as Russia continues to sprout utter bullshit, and decidedly renews his loathing of the tall nation; it has been a long

while since he'd last seen the house that usually plagued his dreams, and Prussia likes to think of himself as forgiving. But when Russia is

deliberately pushing his buttons and forcing him to question the happiness he had found within all the doubt, he is justified in hating

the other. "And somehow you can give me that, huh?" He sneers, clenching his fists together tightly. "Who's to say that I won't fall under

your shadow?"

"Oh... so you are thinking about it then?" Russia smirks, leaning closer. "You'll never know unless you give it a try now will you?"

"Don't," he warns, shifting his head away from where he could feel Russia leaning in, "come any closer, or I'll poke your eyes out." He

the other doesn't call him out on his bluff, since he didn't like the sound of poking eyes. Sounded like something Russia would do, rather

than him. "I've lived under your rule once before, I'm not going to go back to that hell-hole."

Deciding to risk it, he leaned closer with a different type of smile, that made it more difficult to tell what he was thinking.

"Hmm.. well we could always do things differently this time. You're a forgiving person, don't you believe in second chances?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Ya ever heard of something called personal space?!" Prussia scowls, deciding that he no longer wanted to risk having his

back wide open to sneak attacks, and spins around to push the Russian away. The smile gives him bad vibes for the pure reason that he can't

read them; never could before and still can't now, what's changed. "There won't be a next time, because you don't deserve to have a second

chance. Even if the awesome me is just so forgiving, like you said!" Huff.

"Awww... I just want to be friends. You don't have to be so mean." Russia whined with an adorable pout.

rolls his eyes at the childish pout that Russia somehow manages to pull off. "That's a hella of a way to make friends. You might wanna try

being less creepy." He doesn't even try to hide his snorts, and pokes a finger to Russia's chest. "You gonna let go of me now?"

"Eh? Am not touching you anymore, hehe...." Russia points out, his eyes closing into arcs as he tilts his head with a smile.

He then opens purple eyes again, and changes his expression to a slight frown. "Am I... really creepy though?"

He legitimately had no idea as it wasn't intentional, he just seemed to naturally come off that way.

Well, he'd just have to try to be more friendly then right?

He smiled innocently as an idea came into his head. "Ah! Why don't we go get a drink!"

(X3 BAWW hes so cute. you cant resist him hehehe...)

...hadn't really realized that he wasn't being held anymore, which is not cool because that would mean, that would mean- He raises an

eyebrow at the shift in expression, feeling as if Russia's just playing dumb. Isn't it obvious that he singlehandedly beats every other

country when it comes to how creepy they can get? "Uh, yeah." Another quick expression change, and Prussia glares at the bright smile that

given along with the hard-to-turn down offer. It's beer, after all; but with Russia? He debates this for a few seconds, and nods at his

decision. Beer is beer, even if he had to call Russia company to drink it. "Fine. But you're paying, and you have to swear that you won't

try and touch me. Got that?"

((he's my favorite character, so it's definitely hard to resist <3))

((XDDD aww seriously! Awesome haha))

((yeah! Too adorable not to like~ 8]))

surprised at first but nods back with a happy smile. “Da whatever you say

!” It wasn’t often someone spent time with him on their own free will. Maybe Prussia was right… there could be another way to make friends…

Waiting for the other to follow, he walks towards their destination, humming and swinging his arms rather like a little kid.

(hes so weird too... oh man <3))

((ack, sorry to leave you hanging, but I'm gonna go sleep now. See you 'round! And yes, he is so creepy that he's just sooo cute!))

((kk nite nite!))

still can't help but feel as if there is an immense wrongness in him agreeing to drink with Russia, even if he gets to chug down as much

alcohol he can and not have to pay for it out of his own pocket. He makes a face at the happy spring in the other's steps, begrudgingly

following behind with a visible gap of distance between them. One can never lose one's guard when in the presence of Russia, after all.

When they arrive, Russia sits down at the bar wondering what to get.

After all he has his own vodka and it’s not like the stuff here would be better anyways.

Turning to Prussia as he’s joined, he leans his chin on his hand.

“Hmm... perhaps I’ll try this famed beer of yours too. See if it’s really as good as you say it is...”

slides into the seat opposite the Russian, waving a waiter over to take his order of Augustiner Helles as he pointedly glares at a spot

on the wall behind Russia. "It's better than that shit you tried to force down my throat," he grumbles, calling back the waiter from

before and doubling his order.

Russia’s eyes narrow and his smile drops as the aura around him starts to slowly darken and become threatening.

“Oh? Enlighten me. What is it exactly that you’re referring to?”

He knew exactly what the other meant, seemingly daring him to say it out loud.

pretends to not feel the air around him growing slightly menacing, looking bored as he leans back and hooks an arm over the backrest of the

chair. "You know what I'm talkin' about; I ain't gonna spell it out for you just 'case you're too dumb to get it."

((oooooh))

((i think im gonna have to sleep and come back when i get up. its almost 5 am DX))

((LOL that's late; yeah dude, go to sleep! 8) Have a good nighttt~))

((kk talk to ya later XD))

(((aaaand this is what happens when I stay up late. I wake up at 1:45 pm >> )

For a few seconds it seemed like nothing was going to happen, but before anyone knew it, a loud slam was heard

as Prussia's chair had gone backwards on the ground, him still more or less sitting on it,

while Russia was kneeling over him with a dangerous expression, holding his metal sink pipe to the other's throat.

“Hehehe… oh but you see it is you who are the ‘dumb’ one my little krolik...”

Even though things seemed bad, they seemed to be looking up a bit as the waiter came back with their drinks

wearing a concerned expression as he asked if there was a problem.

“Nyet! Everything is fine!” Russia assured him, straightening back up

and sitting down in his seat with a bright smile as if nothing had happened.

...should probably think about what he should say before he actually says them, since his motor-mouth is the top reason for why he gets

into fights so much. As the chair topples back, he flails his arms around, trying to gain some sense of balance-- before the harsh collision

his head spinning. "Fuck, you psycho, how dare you-" He glares up at the beholder of the pipe to his throat, not faltering one bit in the

face of the ugly Russian. Someone remind him why he came in the fir- oh right, free beer. Well the beer better be fucking worth it if he

to deal with Russia anymore. Liar, he thinks, as he pushes himself up, taking his chair with him. He ignores the concerned look that the

waiter throws at him, grabbing the beer and chugging it down without a further thought. Stupid Russia, stupid free beer, stupid every- hey,

this beer isn't all that bad... He takes another large chug, mind momentarily derailed from his annoyance.

((and this is what happens when your family likes celebrating festive days before the actual day. <o< ))

((XDD what celebration is that lol? and can i just say i love how you play prussia. hope im doing ok too ^v^))

((oh, you know, Chinese New Year~ 8) And thank you! Your Russia is fine, and you're doing great! <3))

(ooh cool ^J^))

Russia takes his own drink, eyeing it for a moment before taking a large sip of it as well, trying to decide if he liked it or not.

((have to get off I'll finish tomorrow Dx))

While it didn’t compare to his favorite of course, it was better than he expected.

He then turns to Prussia, pleasantly trying to start a conversation despite what he had done less than a minute ago.

Either he was just playing innocent or his mind had in fact been wiped clean of the incident.

“Hmm… this is pretty good actually. Do you get this kind a lot?”

((dude, I am so sorry but I've just been so camped out due to celebrations -- in a place with no internet as well. sobs))

if he's what they call an unsuspecting maniac - you'd have to be one to willingly stay in the presence of one specific nation called

Russia - but decides that the Awesome could and would never drop to such levels of brain mentality. Though that still didn't explain why

he was still here, sitting opposite a psychopath who had just put a pipe (of the metal kind, thanks) to his throat. The beer was good, yeah,

so Prussia figured that made everything just a little bit better. He takes another gulp of the beer, not caring in the least that Russia had

reverted back to Innocent Look #4. Fucking lunatic... "Of course it's good. At least your tasteless tongue still knows awesome quality

when it tastes it." He grumbles the last bit, careful not to look Russia in the eyes. Be the least bit civil and try to leave this pub in

one, undamaged piece. "Depends on my mood, I suppose." Another swig. "And right now, I'm in the mood for Augustiner Helles."

((no... internet... D: -rocksbackandforthincorner- oh man this is just for fun it's all good ^J^))

((yeah, IKR, NO INTERNET. HOW DO I LIVE? Internet cafe, cough. Anywhos, yeah...hope you don't mind~!))

He had in fact heard the part Prussia was trying to hide but merely let out a very quiet growl and decided to let it go this time.

Often it felt awkward trying to make conversation with people as he wasn’t really accustomed to it, but he would try his best.

“Mm… makes sense. Is no fun to drink alone though da? Nice we can spend some time together.”

The front door then slammed open, revealing a nervous looking brown haired boy, being dragged by a short blond girl,

her narrowed eyes scanning the bar in search of someone.

“You live with him! How can you not know where he is?” She demanded angrily.

With the dangerous expression and aura surrounding her, Russia ducked under the table almost faster than humanely possible.

He knew who she was, that it was him she was looking for, and what she wanted with him.

There were a few other people who were also aware of the fact that his little sister tended to obsessively stalk him.

Russia could actually get along with Belarus pretty well sometimes, but when she was like this there was just no way…

All he could do was hold his knees to his chest, silently shivering as he prayed she wouldn’t find him.