LET'S REVIEW!
So in the last chapter, we meet these jealous-Balkan-nations that have been under the control of Ottoman Empire (Turkey) and now with him weakening, Austria is buying out the Balkan Peninsula bit by bit, and Serbia HATES IT! So he wants to kill Ferdinand the Austrian prince, and hires Princip. (Princip is the actual guy that killed the prince and princess when you look at history)
Keep in mind about what Serbia said, about "being overlooked." *wink wink*
Now ONWARD!
Chapter 1 – The Party of Greedy Tongues . . .
June 26, 1914
"Prost!" Prussia and young, adolescent Germany raised their glasses of foam and chanted along with the rest of the noble guests. The clinking of the fat mugs echoed throughout the dining hall.
The large, gleaming room was compacted with fellow, wealthy Germans, buffet tables brimming to the edges with fattening dishes and dark, bubbly, alcohol. Many guests were eager to douse their tongues and feel the growing haziness in their heads; and stuff themselves with different meats and pastries that were displayed all around.
Prussia, a scarlet-eyed avatar with a snowy-silver head of short hair, robed in black and white trimming, matching his fabled Iron Cross that hung stylishly around his neck. Sitting next to him was Germany, almost a thousand years younger than the albino. He tipped the glass of beer slowly to his lips, only having tried beer a few times. He was a young, handsome blond with bright blue-white eyes, his body was skinny but broad, and he thought it potential for future muscle growth.
He could feel the slight burn in his throat as he swallowed his sip of beer, it wasn't as bad as the first and second time he tried. He blushed as he remembered his first sip of the foam, he had screeched in surprise at how strong it was and he was quite embarrassed afterwards, but then Prussia had consoled him, saying that the taste would take some getting used to.
He felt Prussia nudge his elbow, "Well little brother . . ." The youth looked up seeing his brother's sly grin, "The taste doesn't hurt now, does it?"
"No, it's quite good actually," he replied. Prussia threw an arm around him and squeezed, "See I told you it'd take some getting used to," Prussia gave Germany a little playful eskimo kiss. It amazed the blond to no end, how much Prussia knew him, he could hide nothing from the elder nation.
"Prussia?"
Prussia tensed for a split second, tightening his hand around Germany's shoulder for a moment, he looked up and a chuckle rumbled in his throat, "Well, well Austria, Hungary, you all made it!"
Appearing through the socializing crowd were the two avatars that made up the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Austria formally made his way to the brotherly pair with Hungary, his companion, trailing behind him, momentarily picking up a full glass of deep, red, wine from a nearby table.
Prussia guided Germany to stand and give an obligatory nod of acknowledgement, not letting go of his shoulder. Austria's royal purple eyes gleamed at the sign and he acknowledged, "Well . . ." he gazed down at Germany, putting on a face of personal interest, "How are you Germany? Has your "guardian," been treating you well?"
Germany blinked questioningly, "Of course. He taken good care of me for the longest time."
"Has he?" Austria replied, bringing a purposefully hostile, yet subtle gaze to Prussia. The opponent only rolled his eyes and huffed, "Really? Is that bitterness I sense?"
The Austrian's lips pressed into a fine, glossy line and his eyes narrowed, "I just don't fully trust you."
"Then why come here?"
"You invited us!"
"Oi, it wasn't me that made the list, it was mein Kaiser Wilhelm," Prussia corrected, while sipping his glass. "I told him not to invite them . . . but does he ever listen to what I say? Nein," Prussia thought, picking his teeth.
Germany pressed against Prussia's side, he looked around noticing that some of the guests were growing a little concerned seeing a budding, fight growing between the two Empires. A little flustered, he nudged Prussia and gave out a short groan; Prussia immediately glanced down at him, suddenly remembering who Austria wanted to make a subject of and taking notice of the guests.
He leaned down to Germany's ear, "Na, go see if Liechtenstein's around, okay, I'm going to bring these two outside."
Germany for a moment looked slightly crestfallen, but then concurred, "Ja, Bruder." The adolescent gave Prussia a quick farewell kiss and Prussia gave a playful smack on Germany's rear as the youth skipped off. Prussia straightened, a little more relaxed now that Germany was out of Austria's line of vision, and he turned back to the royal pair, whom were giving him disapproving glares, Austria even more-so.
Prussia shrugged, "Was?"
"Do you always do that to him?"
"Ja! Is that so wrong?" Prussia sees Austria needlessly huff in disgust. Shoving it off as one of Austria's stupid, peeves. He motioned to the manor's balcony.
They made their way into the cool, still night; passing through the glass doors of the manor. Austria avoided Prussia's eyes by going straight to the balcony's stone ledge; he dragged Hungary next to him.
Prussia cocked an eyebrow as he sat on the stony, ledge, "Do you want to fetch for one of mein Kellner? Want wine or-
"I do not want anything from you," Austria deferred. Prussia made a face of mock fear, "Ooh, how cheeky! I'm thunderstruck! What's the matter Austria, are you still mad about losing that "custody" war to me a couple decades back; you are such a kid, get over it."
Austria took much offense to that, "I am not being a child," he tensed his shoulders and pretended to be fixing his cravat.
"Hah! Yes you are," Prussia scoffed. "And you are throwing all your tantrums on the Balkans."
"Those Balkans," Austria fumed, "are nothing but troublemakers! As far as I'm concerned, they could use a little of my order."
Prussia bellowed a laugh and then sucked in a breath, "You are desperate. You are trying so hard to keep up your reputation as a strong empire, you're willing to snatch up any piece of land that comes across you as "free for grabs!" You do realize that the Balkans, especially Serbia, are not going to fly with that."
"They – They will just have to," Austria now remained silent and he shuffled nervously, feeling his insides pricked by Prussia's verbal stabs. Not looking at the Prussian avatar, he took off his glasses, dug into his pocket for his cleaning cloth and pulled it out.
Prussia took his eyes off Austria and placed them on Hungary, she seemed a little anxious. His gleaming, scarlet eyes noticed that her wine glass was empty. He raised his half-empty glass and swirled the alcohol around, receiving the Hungarian's attention.
"Oi, Hungary! You want a re-
"She is not permitted to speak to you," Austria intervened, placing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.
Now, Prussia was really, thunderstruck, "What? She's not allowed to speak to me?"
"Well . . . due to some feelings of . . . animosity from certain others . . . it's just a precaution." Prussia cocked a silver eyebrow, "I see."
Austria rubbed his thumbs together stiffly, and Prussia smirked, "I knew it . . . it's those Balkans, isn't it? I did just say that taking over the Balkan Peninsula wouldn't be smooth sailing." He took a proud sip of his glass.
"It's only Bosnia! And it's not like I have gotten great opposition yet," snapped Austria.
"Yet," Prussia repeated with a slight, mocking tone.
The Empire stepped to him, threateningly, "For your information! Those Balkans are weak and defenseless, Ottoman Empire has lost his hold on them and it's best to take them now before some opportunistic, power-hungry nation does, and you know who I am talking about!"
Prussia laxly turned to Austria, "You mean, Russia."
"Yes!"
Prussia sighed as he stood from his balcony-ledge seat, he glanced at his now empty glass, "Well, I'll admit that you have a point," he stepped passed Austria, not giving a glance back as he walked towards the balcony doors, "But it makes no difference."
Austria cringed, "What are you saying?"
Prussia stopped and huffed, visibly disapproved of the fact that Austria was full of over-confidence and not realism, "O' pretty, pretty Austria! O' so naïve, you are. No wonder I was chosen as the "family overseer" by our, Vati. Your brunette head is so filled to the brim with vanity that you have become too dumb to realize what the peninsula has on their hands now!"
Austria struggled to remain silent.
"Sure Ottoman is weakening, but that won't stop him from giving up his claims to the Balkans, he is as stubborn as Spain's pet bull! Then there is Russia, he has had his eye on that region and the area around it for so long, that, at this point, I'm sure that he is willing to massacre an entire nation to get it, maybe more," Prussia paused for a few moments, then he points a finger at Austria, "Now there is you. Like the little baby that you are, you just want to reach out, with your grubby hands and take it . . . and for what? Respect? Popularity?"
He lowered his hand and shook his head in mock disapproval, "The poor family is surrounded on all sides, but even so, they are not the type to just lie down, belly-up like dogs! I almost feel as though I should be a good neighbor and aid them."
"You can't do that, Prussia! You have an alliance with me!" Austria retorted. Prussia turned again towards the doors and placed his hands on the back of his head, "Ja, it's quite bothersome," he waved a farewell and chuckled, "Oh well, I'll be honored to have first-class seats of witnessing your arse being kicked out of the frenzy for the Balkans." His tease ended with his obligatory cackle as he entered the manor, leaving a fumed Austria and Hungary alone in the illuminated night.
The Austrian was stiff! "Verdammt Prussia! He thinks he is so great! Knows everything! Well, he is wrong! I am great, I am an EMPIRE! I will become even GREATER once I take-
"Austria?" A distant, sun-sweet, voice interrupted his greedy, raging thoughts, he blindly turned to Hungary, who looked back at him with concern, "You shouldn't pay him any mind . . . and you know you didn't have to accept his Kaiser's invitation to this celebration; we could've just stayed home," she added.
Austria leaned against the ledge and held his head, "Prussia is nothing but an idiot, he knows nothing."
"Ah~ But upon what he's said tonight, he knows quite a bit."
"Honestly, I'm full of vanity? What about him?! He has people write poems and songs about him, and must he flaunt his little, blonde prize with all these parties?"
"He loves his flesh and blood."
"I'll show him . . . I'll show Prussia that he not the better out of all!"
"Not with your most recent actions . . . and defeat, you can't."
Austria slammed his hand on the stone, "WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON?!"
Hungary tensed, "I am on your side, I am just saying that what Prussia said . . . it isn't too far from the truth."
Austria grunted in anger as he swiftly lifted a pale, hand to slap Hungary across the face, desperate to cease the subtle, yet rebellious nature of the Hungarian avatar. She held her breath as his hand came down and left a sharp sting in her left cheek, she then felt her hand being grabbed.
"We are leaving," Austria stated, "The Duke will be preparing to leave for Sarajevo tomorrow and solve this "Bosnia" matter. And if anyone tries to stop it, they will be sorry!" The pair entered through the doors and passed through the drunken crowd, not noticing the shimmering, scarlet eye capturing their hurry to leave.
Prussia felt Germany tap on his shoulder, "Bruder, I want another "dreadnought," I have just heard that the United Kingdom as just recently completed another one!"
Prussia made a face of astonishment, attempting to match Germany's excitement, "Really, now? Then I suppose we must hurry to build another! We can't let Britain beat us in this navy race now, can we?"
Germany smiled, rather deviously, "No sir!"
A grin graced Prussia's lips, and his eyes glinted pink as Germany's eyes reflected his own.
*snores* Oog . . . not that this a "bad" chapter, it's just . . . a whinin' dumb Austria -_- . . . oog.
ANYWAY! We have Austria who is just BITING to compete with Prussia and we learn that Prussia is in a little competition of his own :3
I learned that prior to the assassination, there was a Naval-Battleship-Building-Race-thing going on with UK and Germany . . . yeah, the UK invented this AWESOME "dreadnought" ship and Germany was like: HEY, I CAN BUILD THREE OF THOSE! Then UK was like: WE CAN BUILD TEN OF THESE! Then Germany was all: I CAN BUILD MANY MORE! Then UK was all: I CAN BUILD MORE THAN YOU!
Yeah, Germany was an impulsive, young, country and wanted to compete with any nation for anything 'cause . . . they were young. So instead of the serious, calm Germany we all know and love, his character is gonna be a little different.
Also, just to clarify, there was a war between Austria and Prussia ( during the 1860s, I think ) about who will have owner ship of the (would-be) newly formed Germany . . . and of course the awesome Prussia won :D Austria has this GRUDGE against Prussia about that "custody war" and due to his hatred against our favorite albino, he has these paranoid and hateful thoughts of Prussia doing things to Germany in his rearing. And this comes out as slapping Hungary ;-;
Yea' . . . Paranoia!Austria X3
Hey you know, I bet you're wonderin': "Hey when are England and America coming in?" well they will appear SOON! England first and then America, 'cause chronological events XD.
Until Next Time~ GR!
