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Prussia thinks nothing of the faces that pale as he walks with America to go to lunch. She claims she's 'starving' but he knows for her, that only means she's hungry. He blatantly ignored the majority of the meeting as he answered e-mails on his phone for his government to begin their proper set up.
So... technically it was American's phone, and her men doing his bidding, but Prussia will make sure it is all taken care of with the least amount of fuss for her. He barely had to even ask her for much. America seemed rather eager to assist him in any way necessary.
After all, she's now his mistress apparently.
Such an interesting title, and if he's not mistaken, the other nations are whispering about it now.
What fun! Such silly little nonsensical new nations. Though, he supposed, he was now amongst the ranks.
He cannot go after them, not yet, oh no. He needs more time and strength of his own. Prussia however, finds a growing sort of fondness for America. She even has been adamantly defending him to other nations.
"He's been responsible for the deaths of thousands of lives!" Hungary argued.
America shot her a look that was serious for the blonde nation. "So have we all," she reprimanded gently. "Dude. All of our histories have moments of destruction in them. Every single one. "
"You would known," Vietnam quipped from the back, "after all, we all remember what you did with the atomic bomb."
America doesn't flinch, she stares back at the other nation head on.
Prussia is mildly irritated that they are bringing this up again. Most nations have nuclear weapons, despite their talks of peace and making a bright new future together.
Hypocrites. Such fucking hypocrites. Maybe they just need more prayer in schools? He snickers to himself quietly.
There is a collective moment of silence and America straightens up to her full height, taking Texas off and starting directly at the country.
It is a bad sign, he knows, when America takes off her glasses. She's not intent of being the superhero any more like Clark Kent and the comic book personas. No, she pissed, and she's eloquent when she's this way.
There is something about her rather quiet fury that appeals to Prussia. Much as it had during her revolutionary war. However, she chose a different path than he had.
America had decided to settle in the role of the clueless fool, and sometimes even he forgets that she's not a naive idiot.
Hm, he'll have to be a touch more diplomatic in how he does things then. No matter, he continues to watch as America stares down the surrounding nations that seem overwhelmingly upset about old grievances that are yet again trudged up.
United Nations.
It makes him want to howl with laughter. Prussia knows better than to do that however, so he sits back and smiles with such rapturous enjoyment that no one is left with any doubts that he lives for moments like these.
"I am going to tell you once," America's sunny voice now dips to temperatures that make Pluto seem warm. "You do not want to go there."
There is tense staring, angry gazes and muttering at her declaration. Prussia can tell that some nations would like nothing more than to start something, but they settle down at the look in America's eyes.
It screams for someone to just fucking try to start something with her.
Oh, he likes that. He likes her like this. It is a little more than thrilling as he feels a shiver run down his spine.
Wonderful.
The meeting continues on, as if nothing has happened. Most anger and annoyance has been lifted off of him and shifted to America.
America who beams at him as if she has just saved him from some heinous threat instead of a pissing and moaning match between nations.
Such an amusing little birdie. Prussia smiles at her, all charm and ease. The look is still lost upon America, who only wants to be the one that keeps people safe. She took the role of policing the world long ago. She has never learned to understand that most nations would rather just duke it out.
He'll help her understand later. For now he is intent on strengthening his country. Their shared borders.
Though his red eyes do flick up every now and then to make certain that America is keeping out of trouble. She launches into some tirade with Canada who is constantly trying to calm her down to no avail. His gaze lands on several nations that are not so discreetly eyeing him back.
Ha. A few of them are trying to be intimidating. And, frankly that is just amusing. He might have given them a second thought... if they actually were intimidating.
Prussia smirked to himself at the thought.
'You know, if I wanted to, I could make Austria wet himself right this instant,' he thought to himself with no small amount of satisfaction.
He made a few more executive orders.
Finally the meeting had come to a good place to stop and allow everyone to take a break.
England could not control his ire much longer. Prussia could feel it simmering under his skin. Oh... what fun. If he played his cards correctly, England would come out looking the fool.
Prussia wanted to play a game, so he waited, allowing England to draw closer.
"You should get on your knees and give thanks to God for America's overwhelming generosity," England bit out angrily. "Or idiocy."
Prussia might have been able to ignore him. Probably could have. If England hadn't crossed the line and insulted America.
No one slandered his America in front of him. Not anymore.
Red eyes met green. Prussia looked at England in a steady manner.
"Get on my knees?"
"That's right," England snarled back.
"Oh but I can't do that," Prussia whispered just softly enough to keep prying ears from hearing. "You see, I'm not your Prime Minister last night."
And England, ever the staunch gentleman, loyal to his lines to the end. Well, as Prussia knew, England took exception to his insinuation.
The green-eyed nation lost it and charged at Prussia. Who was waiting, with his best laugh of exhilaration. Gott he missed this! He stepped to the side, allowing England to fall heavily against the table.
The ruckus drew the attention of Canada and America. Canada looked ill at ease with the situation. The logistical country seemed to reach a conclusion he did not like.
Prussia would have to keep an eye on that one.
"He attacked me," Prussia stated honestly, with a bland expression.
"You bloody bastard! You know what you said, I ought to rip your fucking tongue out. You-"
"Did you attack him?" America asked with a slight frown.
England did a double take at her. "What? Of course I bloody attacked him! You should have heard what he said!"
Her eyes narrowed. "It doesn't matter what he said. You just tried to attack my allied nation."
"I'm your ally too you silly twat!"
The boisterous nation got in-between Prussia and England. However, she wasn't truly trying to protect Prussia, as she knew he would be able to handle himself. No, she needed to put a stop to this shit of picking on the new nation. This was fucking ridiculous! It was like these guys couldn't tolerate the fact that he'd been helped.
What the hell were their issues?
But she's hot-blooded and thinks that this is such a fucking injustice, because can't they even just be happy for Prussia? Would it really fucking kill them? The guy is a total sweetheart, and she knows because she's the one that has been spending any time with him at all!
"You will not attack a country within my borders. I will not choose between allies."
England glares at her and snarls venomous words. "You have before."
America swings her left hip out and stands with arms akimbo. "Really? You're going to drag out past instances too? You know what England? At least I didn't abandon Austria... when... Prussia.. was..."
She stilled as she slowly trailed off, realizing it was not her best defensive argument. She suddenly laughed and grabbed Prussia's hand.
He looked down in intrigue. Where was she going with this?
"Don't worry," she told him conspiratorially, "I have a plan."
"Once again, so everyone knows how sincere I am about this, Prussia is my ally!" She shouted happily so that everyone could hear her. "Mess with him, and you mess with the Hero!"
Several nations groaned. Turkey started laughing hysterically.
America stared hard at England. "That includes my other Allies," she stated in a normal tone.
Prussia smiled next to her.
It was all going perfectly... just as he'd planned.
As they sit down to lunch he engages America in a lively debate, of aliens vs. axe-murders to get her mind off the meeting.
Distractions. Distractions always.
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Three weeks after the disaster of a world meeting, in everyone else's mind, not his own; and Prussia is preening over his working government.
He even has started accepting new flocks of citizens who have found his country being in Alaska a bit of a novelty. The language of his country is German, and it is a requirement that they speak it. It has led to several thousands of people purchasing language learning software.
It's growing, his country. He is gaining people, and stability. America approves funding him for agriculture, if it can be converted for grow houses. Prussia has planned the ghost structures of cities that are already being constructed. It is glorious.
It will only get better.
He's gone through the majority of his paper work, and handpicked his officials. He's even been 'gifted' and army for defense for the time being. It is a token gesture, no one would actually attack him at this moment, within her borders without provocation. Though he can predict that several nations will try something politically soon.
He is prepared for the same song and dance that hasn't changed a bit in hundreds of years. Shake in friendship with one hand, and hold the dagger behind your back with the other.
Cloak and dagger. Just how he prefers it.
Prussia adores how helpful America is. He especially beings to find it pleasant to have her as his constant companion. She laughs with him, eats with him, and is there every morning when he wakes up.
It is not as it was with Germany, Russia, or the others. America listens to him, seems to be enraptured by his advice and starts to implement some of his suggestions.
She is loud and proud to the rest of the world, but when they are alone she is his adorable little prize. She argues with him too, and they laugh together.
He is pleased with his decision to keep her.
America actually does work hard, and though she is a scatterbrain-something he'll have to work with her on-, she makes certain to support him publically. She gets her people excited about their presence. He can feel their good will and curiosity burning brightly.
There is still mistrust and fear, there always will be. However, it pales in comparison. Americans mostly thought it a novelty, however, Prussia knows it is far from that.
He is appreciative of all she has done and gently coaxes her through subtle suggestion to do just a bit more.
One night however, America waits for him to finish his work. Actually she pops in every seven minutes to peak over his shoulder- it is nothing amazing, mostly organization and allocation at this point- and see if he's almost done.
Adorable antics.
She is amusing.
He makes a show of signing the last piece of documentation, and his red eyes watch as America grins. Her blue eyes sparkling as she makes her way to him with a package in hand.
"Here," America said with a slightly shy smile. She proffered the gift toward him.
Prussia raised a brow in surprise.
Well, he is not one to refuse a gift from his prize. He opens it with an indulgent grin on his handsome features. He watches her discreetly, seeing America start to do her tell-tale near-dance of excitement.
So much like a child, but so very far from it.
He did enjoy puzzling the conundrum she presented.
He opened the present to find a bottle of whiskey. Ah, how nice. Alcohol was a good choice.
"Thank you," he said with a slow and easy grin.
"I thought you could do with something to help you relax. You've been working really hard."
It is a compliment, he knows it and it is a testament to the fact that America does notice his efforts. It is vaguely... satisfying in a way.
America goes up stairs to take a quick shower and get ready for bed.
Prussia sits in the living room and opens the whiskey, pouring it into a glass. He starts to relax, and places the bottle on the table next to him.
His door is slammed open and Prussia narrows his gaze.
America forgot to lock the door again. He'll have to remind her. It gives the pests a chance to get in.
Like now.
The Hutt River struts in, and Prussia's mood instantly darkness and twists. One of Austria's little Micro nations has come to visit him?
And it wasn't even Christmas!
His gaze slants over the boy who glares back at him trying to impose an air of superiority and wealth.
"Prussia," the boy says unkindly as he looks about the home. "I see you still have... abysmal tastes."
Hm. Three whole seconds before he insulted him. Well. Well. What was he to do with such a cocky little shit?
Prussia sipped his whiskey slowly, admiring the American made liquor. Thoroughly ignoring the micro-nation until the little bastard knocks the glass from his hand.
Red eyes watched as the glass shattered on the floor.
Hm.
Well, he certainly had Prussia's attention now.
"That was a gift," Prussia said congenially as he smiled in a fashion that left others to believe he was unperturbed.
He was rather irritated with this little shit already.
"I don't care."
"Was there something you needed?" He asked with a saccharine lit to his voice.
The micro-nation sniffed and looked at Prussia haughtily. His small stature not doing anything in the least to endear him toward his snobbish attitude.
Oh, Prussia was going to adore this. He could practically feel it.
The newly reformed nation tapped his fingers against his chair thoughtfully, as he flicked his gaze between the window and the child who'd just dared to strut into his home like he had a fucking right to do so.
Prussia would not tolerate disrespect. Either to himself or America.
"I will not allow you to come through and disrupt Austria again." The Hutt River said imperiously.
Oh, this micro-nation was going to be a real gem. He could tell.
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes!" The Hutt River snapped. "You are not the imposing figure you once were. I am not afraid of you. No one is."
HA! Now that was fucking funny.
"Why at the snap of my fingers, I could have Hungary coming back here to hand you your own hind quarters. Furthermore you'll keep your," he made a disgusted gesture, "clutches away from the open trade and-"
"Oh... you little Hündin, take it deeper." Prussia said sensuously with a chuckle.
The Hutt River looked confused. "Excuse me? What did you say?"
Prussia laughed again. "I'm sorry, I just have the tendency to talk dirty when someone tries to fuck with me. "
The Hutt River glared, all fury and no real effective influence. "Can't you even have a proper civil conversation?" He snarled at the larger nation.
The albino grinned wickedly. "I can. Usually. However, I find myself a little perturbed. Perhaps you could help?"
The true nation stalked forward like a tiger on the prowl and the Hutt River backed up carefully.
"You must understand my position, " Prussia said with false distress pouring off of him in waves. "Some little micro nation arschloch, came storming into my country. Not only that, no. He came into mein Haus, and is trying to get me to pay attention to him like I'm his damned cheap, and worthless älterer Bruder Austria."
He said viciously, with a touch of cheer to his words that made the micro nation feel as if he'd made a grave mistake in coming here.
The Hutt River swallowed reflexively, half afraid to move as Prussia stood directly in front of him, and he was out of places to go.
"Frankly, It is a little insulting," Prussia purrs silkily.
The danger clear in his features.
"Now, if you were in my position," The nation asked with red eyes boring into him, "what would you do to such a little Hündin?"
The Hutt River got the distinct impression this was not a rhetorical question. He had to keep himself from flinching away as Prussia loomed like a dark shadow over him.
A micro nation did not have even a smidgen of the power that Prussia held right now. His red eyes were flashing sinisterly, as he towered above The Hutt River.
Perhaps, this would give the little shit something to think about?
"I-I-I wou-ld l-l-et them g-go?" The Hutt River trembled out in a shaky voice, that had Prussia nearly sighing in delight.
"Would you?" He asked, feigning surprise. "I find that hard to accept. After all, if someone had, for instance, carelessly destroyed a gift that had been given to me. Why... I'd just be murderous." Prussia said with a gleeful smile slowly spreading on his face. "I might even have to snap some fingers."
The Hutt River was slightly proud he didn't soil himself. Prussia was actually more terrifying and threatening than Belarus. That was saying something.
Prussia snatched the Hutt River's hand as the micro-nation stared at him in wide-eyed terror.
The micro nation could not, however, control the high-pitched scream that erupted from his mouth. Nor the litany of apologies either.
"I am so sorry. I will replace it. I am sorry, it will not happen again. I am sorry-" the Hut River continued on.
Yes, Prussia thought, sing little bird. Sing.
"Prussia, dude?" America called from up the stairs, and it forced Prussia to silence the micro- der Scheißdreck.
Her grabbed the micro-nation by his face, effectively lifting him off the ground in an instant.
What unfortunate timing. Her hero senses must have been going off again. Or the little bastard really had a set of lungs on him. Either or was a possibility.
Shame. He'd been enjoying the song.
He could hear her coming down the steps.
"Say one word about this," Prussia warned with a hiss, "to her or anyone else and I will end you. Verstehen?"
The Hutt River whimpered trying to convey his emphatic agreement.
He'd never breathe a word! Never.
Prussia dropped him, watching dispassionately as he fell. He turned, seeing America just start to come out the room upstairs.
Her blue eyes widened, as she looked between the pair. The Hutt River looked as if he was about to cry.
"Oh. I didn't know we had a guest. Hey dude!" She said with a sweet and happy smile. "What are you doing here?"
America all but danced down the steps in her excitement. She loved visitors! Fucking adored them. Yay! No one had really come round to visit any more. Even Canada hadn't stopped by. That made her a little angry at her Northern Nation. He could at least come and congratulate Prussia!
She blinked down at the micro-nation as she neared.
"Why do you look like you're gonna cry dude?"
"He tripped," Prussia said tonelessly.
"Aww," America said with a look of understanding. "Poor little dude."
She reached a hand out toward the Hutt River, who took it while he trembled all over.
"You okay?"
The Hutt River spared a glance to the red-eyed demonic looking albino nation that gave him a smile.
Full of teeth.
Like a shark.
"Y-yes... Ame-America."
Prussia shot him a warning look.
"Miss America!" The micro-nation corrected quickly.
Good little bird. Sing the song the awesomeness of Prussia wishes.
Dance little bird. Dance.
America frowned at the Hut River hastily excused himself and all but fled out the door. The little boy tripped over his own feet at least twice. The blonde nation stared after him with confusion etched on her face.
Then she smiled at Prussia.
"Twitchy little thing ain't he?" She asked with amusement.
"Micro-nations these days," Prussia supplied helpfully.
Run little pest.
You'd better fucking run.
"Hey Prussia?"
"Hm?"
"Why is there glass all over the floor?" America asked as she went to grab the broom and dustpan.
Prussia confused her as he started laughing softly to himself.
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Tranlsations:
Mein Haus: My house
der Scheißdreck: Little shit (according to Google translate)
Verstehen: Understand
Hündin: Bitch
älterer Bruder: Older brother
Arschlock: Asshole