AN: I don't own Axis Powers hetalia or any of the characters portrayed. Except for Ireland.
"Fuck you Gilbert!" she screams ramming the butt of her gun into the Albino nation's head, "No bother protesting, you're in the Prussian army now" he replies cheerfully, adjusting the weight that was slung over his shoulder.
"I hate you" she muttered, glaring at the ground, "You can't get me to fight, bitch"
"Isn't that you, a frigid bitch?" he commented cheerfully.
She scowled and crossed her arms; her gun was resting in the nook of her left elbow. "I am not frigid" she muttered, "I just have high moral standards"
"Otherwise known as frigid" he called back, she had stopped struggling, it was earlier than the other times, so there would be more awesomeness than the other times.
"My brother will come to get me" she said, "He always does"
"That is un-awesome" Prussia sulked, "He is such a selfish nation, keeping you all to himself, there aren't many female nations, and he doesn't even touch you" he knew that he face flush, "It's not like that, he's my brother, you wanker!"
"Come on!" he snickered, "Don't you ever get frustrated. It would be fun to have a nice man between your-ow!"
She had pulled his hair, "You are such a prick" she growled, "Such a dirty mind" he taunted. "I do not!" she snapped, "You are as subtle as a warship"
"Uh-huh"
"On fire!"
"Yeah"
"That's is also exploding"
He sighed.
"LOUDLY!"
"Quit pouting" Prussia said to his captive. She jutted out her lip, and unbeknown to him, her eyes took on a kicked puppy look. "Gilbert" she moaned, "You could just let me go, I mean England will come to get me anyway"
"That is why we don't have time to waste!" Prussia said primly, "I'm going to stop for a bit, don't run away" He slung her onto the ground, her legs were tied, "Just need a little stretch" he grinned. Ireland immediately reached down to her legs, "Don't make me tie your arms, I don't want England to get the wrong idea"
"What idea could he get?" she snapped, outraged, "Other than you kidnapping me!"
"Some Dominatrix shit" he said calmly. She blushed, and swung her tied legs, knocking down her captor.
"See that is why every wants you fighting with them?" he grinned, "Tough as hell and apparently doesn't complain" he wiped his mouth, "but you never seem to anything but complain with me"
"Is that just me?" he asked, "Yes" she said, "I like the others"
He grinned and crawled towards her, "So I'm special then" he purred, literately on top of her, "I'm flattered"
"Get off me you arse" she growled, he smirked at her, her black hair was tied up in a lose bun. "I will, for a kiss" he said seductively.
She leant in and then rapidly rammed her forehead into his, "Ow!" he cursed, "Frigid Bitch!"
"Prussia!" she smiled when she heard her brother's voice, she went down to her legs and began untying her legs. Prussia sulked as she ran over to her brother, "What's this?" he sighed, "35"
"Thirty seven" she said brightly, "Won't happen again"
"You said that last time" he grumbled, "Why does he keep stealing you?"
"I am one tough bitch" she replied.