A short drabble-thingy. Because for the moment my muse is being unhelpful…She knows what I want but can't figure out what to do…The last chapter threw 'er for a loop…Hopefully I will get to sit down and work on CWaMB but…-switches topics- but in the meantime a short Austria/Prussia humor fic...
Warnings: A small amount of bad language...nothing to be too worried about though...
Disclaimer: Me no own Hetalia! -bursts into tears-
Please R/R and tell me what you think...
A Pound of Salt, A Square Foot of Grass
The summer was warm- not too hot, not too cold- just how Roderich liked it. The dark haired nation was in the music room. He had stopped to have lunch, after a so far quiet day. Roderich had gotten up, showered, had breakfast and then spent the subsequent hours playing piano. Now he stood up pushed his glasses up his nose and moved to look out the window to the front lawn.
"Oh please...This street is abominable. The Johannes need to clean their car, and cut their lawn. Fiona must stop sunbathing in her front yard, this is not the beach...and not the place for a bikini..." The Austrian's list of unsightly things continued to grow until his eyes fell to his own lawn.
"I need to go water the-...Mein Gott!" The Austrian rushed away from his music room, lunch completely forgotten, to his front yard. "MY LAWN!"
The normally lush, green grass had dead patches, but these weren't normal dead patches, these were patches that formed the letters 'GB'. Roderich examined the dead grass trying to figure out what had killed it; all found was a thin layer of salt. The brunette stood, dusted he pants off and went back inside- after turning on his sprinkler system. He headed directly to the telephone. He only knew one person who had the initials 'GB' and said person hasn't shown up to pester the Austrian at eight o'clock as per usual on summer days. He dialed the all too familiar number and waited for the phone to be answered.
-Hallo?-
"Hallo, Ludwig? It is me, Roderich...Is your brother there?"
-Mein bruder? Ja...would you like me to put him on?-
"Ja that would be appreciated..."
"Yes, Gilbert...I asked for you...don't let your head get too much bigger because of that..."
"NO! I don't want your five meters...No...Just no...I called wondering WHAT YOU DID TO MY LAWN!"
"A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT! YOU USED MY LAWN AS A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT!"
""Gilbert! I don't care who you learned it from! Get you sorry ass over here and fix it!"
"Gilbert...Come. and. fix. my. lawn...Or there will be consequences..."
"NO! You..." The brunette fell silent, anger and embarrassment flushing his cheeks pink.
"You'll come yes...Gilbert? Gilbert..." The brunette put down the phone and sighed; the stupid albino had hung up, and therefore the problem wouldn't be fixed without a little...persuasion.
Roderich dialed another number.
"Elizaveta...Hello. I need a favour from you..."
-End-