Prussia is awesome, do you not agree? And I might just ship him with himself so... shhh that's a secret. So. Here I go with a collection of Prussia drabbles/stories/whatever you wanna call them. BTW, I have a list of Hetalia stuff I need to write because writer's block is a bitch. So I blame any strange stories (like smiles & laughter) on that... it was a random generator's fault! Okay. Enough ranting. Enjoy. And review when you're done, cause it's awesome and Prussia-approved.
You really think I own Hetalia? Um. No.
awesome
stories centered around Prussia
i. Meeting Gilbird
The Awesome (yes, capitalization necessary) Prussia had yet to realize why people (namely Italy) stared at him like he had two heads whenever he walked by. Like, seriously, what the hell?
Yeah, it was okay to gawk at his awesomeness, and yes, he was the King of Awesome, but really. Why did they always stare like he was some two-faced backstabbing murderer?
Well. What Prussia didn't know, was that they in fact, were not staring at him, but a lovely little bird.
"Prusse," France said one unawesome rainy day in which Prussia's carefully gelled hair got rained on. "What is on your shoulder?"
Cue awkward silence.
"I'm sorry, what? The Awesome me is confused."
"Your shoulder, mon cher, your shoulder," the Frenchman said. Their other best friend (which made up the Bad Friend Trio), Spain, nodded (which was strange, because Spain tended to be oblivious. This was not good, because if Spain knew something was wrong, Prussia would be damned if he didn't know, too.)
"What about my damn shoulder?"
"There is a yellow monstrosity on it," France said bluntly, although in his very much French accent.
"But France~," Spain complained, "I think it's cute~"
"You also think Romano is cute, dude," Prussia deadpanned.
"Romano is very cute~" Spain agreed while Prussia sweatdropped.
"Okay, but seriously. What in the name of Awesomeness is on my shoulder?"
Chirp!
"What the hell was that?"
"Mon cher, it was your… bird."
"My what?"
"There is a bird on your shoulder."
"Since when?"
"Forever and a half ago," Spain said, coming out of his lala land (which consisted of turtles, Romano, and tomatoes).
"Why didn't anyone fucking tell me!" he yelled. Yeah. He yelled. Cause yelling is manly. Unlike screaming. Which, by the way, he did not do.
"People thought you knew, cher," France said.
Chirp, chirp!
Prussia felt a sharp pang on his forehead where Hungary last hit him with a frying pan. Then, a little yellow blob with wings came into his view.
"Holy crap!" he said, "This awesome little dude has been on my shoulder?"
"He's lost it, Espagne," France whispered into the Spaniard's ear, his [silent] wandering hands doing their own little thing. Said Spaniard was in lala land again.
"Dude, I'm gonna call you Gilbird."
And that was how Prussia met Gilbird…
In a nutshell.