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Chapter Two: Enter Mr Awesome
"He'll be in five minutes." Northern Ireland muttered, scowling at France and Spain as they looked at each other in glee.
"Holy shit, I don't want Prussia to be the solution to my love-life! Thanks a bunch, you froggy bastard." America grumbled, throwing France a sour look. In turn, the Frenchman simply snorted.
"Oui, because you were getting so far with Northern Ireland's help."
"What was that?" Northern Ireland growled, rounding on her boyfriend, "You're one to talk! You've been planning these ideas too; you're just as much to blame!"
"Regardless," Japan said quietly, trying to defuse the situation, "I think America-san was simply saying that of all people to request, maybe Prussia wasn't the one he had intended to ask even if worst came worst, yes?"
America simply nodded, still glaring at France. Spain decided it was high time to jump to his friend's rescue.
"What's done is done and I think Prussia will be of invaluable use to America's problem."
"You got that awesomely right biatch."
On cue, everyone whirled around to face the doorway, for leaning against it, arms crossed, red eyes twinkling mischievously was none other than the awesome one himself; Prussia.
He sauntered over to Northern Ireland and raised one eyebrow sardonically.
"Unbeknownst to you, little girl, I have been watching your so called attempts at matchmaking and even though they aren't tremendously bad, they aren't exactly great either. Nice try sweet cheeks, but those crappy little ideas of yours aren't going to cut it." He smirked before adding, "Don't quit your day job." He gave her a hearty slap of the bum before wandering over to America while France had to restraint the small nation from lunging at him.
America looked almost apprehensive as Prussia strode towards him, cowering closer to Japan.
"Right, you. Wonderboy. Start talking before you bore me."
He grinned when he heard an angry growl from behind him and a snarl of "Let me at him!" before turning his full attention on America.
"Um, right. Well basically, I, um, kind of, sort of, like England and-"
"'Um, well, um, kinda, sort of,'" Prussia mimicked causing France and Spain to burst into laughter and America to scowl at the man opposite him, "Let's cut to the chase. You either the guy or you don't."
"Okay…?"
"It was a question, fatass."
Ignoring the insult, America rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I mean I like him."
"Good. Now, I'm only in on this if you're prepared to do whatever it takes to get into England's pants, right?"
Again France and Spain began to chortle and even Japan had to cover his smile. America blushed.
"I'm not just wanting that-"
"Sure, sure." Prussia airily said, waving an impatient hand, "Okay, so maybe you're not as awesome as me, who is? But you're a pretty cool guy. But so is England. He's not going to fall for all that romantic crap Miss-I'm-part-of-the-UK-if-you-say-I'm-Irish-one-more-time-I'll-send-you-to-A&E was throwing at you. It's complete horseshit."
"Oi, asshole!"
Prussia grinned and looked round to see France properly struggling now to keep Northern Ireland at his side.
"Yes, beautiful?"
Northern Ireland glared daggers at him. "He's my brother, you prick! I know him better than anyone else so don't you even dare-"
"Is that right? Sorry, I forgot Wonderboy and England were together thanks to your genius and I was just here so everyone could see how amazing I am."
Spain managed to keep his laughter down to turn to Romano. "Though, in fairness, he does just show up randomly at my house and demands I let him in just so he can show me which way he styled his hair for that day."
Prussia raised his eyebrows at Northern Ireland as she faltered and simply scowled at him.
"I thought as much sweetheart." He muttered and abruptly turned back to America.
"Now, in saying that, I could use England's baby sister's help, along with my homies," He grinned wildly at France and Spain who returned the gesture, "And of course I have a kick-ass plan, from the moment France's bitch, (another howl of rage from the brown-haired nation) called me but you have to do everything I say, we clear? And that goes for everyone else, got it?"
America looked immediately to Northern Ireland. If she agreed to it then everyone else would too. But she was standing in France's grasp, shaking her head.
"Please Emily. Please?" He looked at her pleadingly and she scowled. Damn him and his adorableness!
Northern Ireland sighed deeply and shook France off her.
"Fine. I'm in. But this better be good, Prussia."
He turned on his heel to smile at her wickedly.
"Oh don't worry baby, it is."
He then walked up to the top of the table and in a dramatic fashion that even had France rolling his eyes, Prussia slammed his hands down on the wood.
"ALIGHT BITCHES. LET'S GET OUR AWESOME ON."
Ha-ha, it is so much fun writing for Prussia but I've never done it before so I would like to know your feedback on what you thought of my take on him! Thoughts are very much appreciated and make me a better writer, even for the next chapter! Cheers, LucyMoon1992 x