So I'm all like "I won't go on the hike cause I don't feel like changing and I need time to study/write, aru."
And I checked my Deviant
And now I haven't written yet *shot*
I'm happy and sad about this fanfic ending tomorrow. I don't know what I'll do to try and find a meaningful story for the finale (hehe) so let's wish me luck, I guess!
Today's: "Germany: Blueprints for new BND spy agency HQ 'missing'" with no author given seen on the BBC website at www(dot)bbc(dot)co(dot)uk/news/world-europe-14111290 on July 11th, 2011.
I don't own anything. I also didn't steal anything.
Germany and Prussia were enjoying an awesome brotherly outing. Gilbird was there too, because he was awesome. They were all in Berlin because it was awesome there. At least, his side was. He couldn't speak for his Bruder's.
"Isn't this awesome?" Prussia asked for the thousandth time.
"If I hear that word one more time . . ." he could have sworn Germany muttered, but of course it was too unawesome to really have been said. Germany really did say, "Yes, it is."
"You know what would be even more awesome?" he suggested. "Gilbird, you wanna tell him?"
Gilbird chirped. Oh, I guess he can't say it, then. Whatever.
"I think you should see the awesome thing I'm building. Kesesese~"
Germany lifted an eyebrow. It must have been because he was so impressed by his awesomenessityrificalness. "Oh? And which 'awesome thing' would that happen to be?"
"You know," Prussia said with the most unmanly wink ever. "The awesome one."
Germany stopped walking, his face growing horrified. Wow, how unawesome. "Bruder! Don't go around saying these things in public!"
"Everyone knows they're building it. It's no big a deal. Kesesese~"
Germany kept scolding him. How dare he. "Yes, but it's an expensive building. You need to take very good care of it." He lowered his voice. "I'm entrusting you with my spy headquarters too, you know. Do you realize how much rests on your shoulders?"
Gott, he wasn't that stupid. "Of course I do, kesesese~ Instead of talking about it, why don't I show you how awesomely it's going?"
His Bruder stared at him for a second before sighing. "Ja, ja."
Germany was apprehensive. More than apprehensive. Prussia suddenly deciding to take him to the new BND spy headquarters building was creeping him out.
Something had gone wrong.
Something. Anything.
Watch it turn out that Prussia have forgotten to install a security camera system or something.
Just watch.
If Prussia was so eager to head over there, it was inevitable.
They were on Prussia's side of Berlin now, speeding through crowds of tourists and natives alike. Finally, they were facing the unfinished building.
Prussia kept dragging him until they reached the construction headquarters.
"Look how awesomely I'm handing your building. Talk to Joseph here. He's the manager of construction and stuff."
"I'm sorry, Herr Preußen, but I'm Hans," the nervous just-out-of-college kid whispered. "I'm a receptionist."
"Oh, Hansi. OK, well, tell my Bruder here what's been going on lately."
"Ummm..." the kid looked like he was about to cry. "Herr Preußen, you took the blueprints with you the other day. Why don't you show him those?"
"Oooohhh, yeah! Thanks, Hansi!" Prussia grinned. "In fact, I had them in this exact same coat before. Let me just get them-"
His face faulted.
As did Germany's.
He did not.
He did NOT lose those blueprints.
"H-herr Preußsen?" Hans asked nervously.
Prussia chuckled nervously. "Well, I never said I left them on the bus or anything when I was going to get some coffee downtown or anything unawesome like that. Or anything. I'm sure I just left them at Österreich's house in the bushes and stuff!"
Germany sat down in the corner and started cursing to himself as Prussia spoke. "You know that garden has been booby-trapped since the day the Berlin Wall went down."
"Well, maybe Ungarn decided to be awesome and let me in-"
"I know for a fact she would never undo those booby traps."
Prussia sighed. "Don't be mad . . ."
"It was my pride and joy. And you just gave away everything. Security plans, emergency response systems, anti-terrorism programs . . ."
"It was an accident! If you care so much, go look for them yourself!"
Germany presented his Bruder with the most murderous expression he could muster.
"Oh, no. You are coming with me."
After the rest of the day spent scouring every square millimeter of Berlin to no avail, the brothers had to give up for the day.
"Maybe it's hidden in the junk of my man-cave somewhere!" Prussia suggested, but Germany was too exhausted to respond with as much optimism.
"No. No, it is not. You know why?"
Prussia grimaced. "Why...?"
Germany faced his brother and glared. His eyes were an estimated 100 googolplex more furious than choppily-played Chopin. "Because it is you. And I know you. You ruin things. Not just ruin them. You pulverize every single bit of any hope I may have in my heart for your success more sufficiently than I mash my potatoes. When I leave you with even the most simple task, you manage to screw it up SO SPECTACULARLY that I am forced to sputter incomprehensibly like the kid in the David After Dentist video. So no, you will not tear apart my basement in search of the blueprints, because they aren't there anyway."
Prussia gaped.
Gilbird chirped.
Prussia blinked.
Gilbird flew away in search of snickerdoodles to put on his roast beef.
Prussia had one last thing to say.
"You wouldn't happen to be PMSing because Japan's women's soccer team beat yours, would you?"
"SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!"
"Shut uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!" someone screamed from far away.
Korea blinked in surprise. "Did you hear that?"
Hong Kong blinked. "Hear what?"
"That person screaming. It sounded like Germany."
"Oh." Hong Kong munched on a cracker with cheese. "We get that a lot. This house is set up weird, so we can pretty much hear everything."
"Daaaayuhm," Korea muttered, using one of the few words of English he could say properly. "No wonder Aniki never gets any sleep."
Mom bought me a few boxes of Pocky for camp, so I actually was a Pockyvore while writing this chapter. And listening to Nyan Cat with my roommates. And helping corner one of them who tried to escape the room when she heard the UTTER TERROR Nyan Cat induces.
