Characters;
Ivan 'Russia' Braginski (Vanya)
Gilbert 'Prussia' Bielschmidt (Gilly)
Artur 'England' Kirkland
Fredka 'America' Jones
Pairings; PRussia, USUK
Summary; an American spy is back, and Ivan is going to investigate
Streets of East Berlin, 1950
Ivan studies the graffiti, smile dropped to an exaggerated expression of concentration.
"We never caught a Kilroy," Gilbert says, "And whenever we asked, the American soldiers would just start giggling."
Ivan leans back, smiling. "We cannot know for sure that it is the same Kilroy."
"Who else would it be?!"
"This graffiti is all over Berlin. Are you telling me that Kilroy travelled everywhere in Berlin, and is now everywhere in Moscow? Don't be ridiculous, Gilly."
"What else could it be?!"
Ivan frowns, and Gilbert cautiously backs away.
"I'm sure we'll catch the guy, Vanya. We're too awesome for him to escape us."
"He has escaped you before."
"Yeah… but… nothing gets past you, big guy!" Gilbert claps Ivan awkwardly on the shoulder.
Ivan turns on Gilbert, and Gilbert recoils, fighting a wince of fear.
"We shall investigate," Ivan says sweetly, grin pulling back into his cheeks.
Gilbert gulps.
Random hotel room in Moscow, same time
Artur sips his tea quietly, re-reading his letter. He's well experienced in sending out codes and secret messages, but he still like to be extra sure it it camouflaged well into the bullshit he's hidden it in. Slip ups and sloppiness can cost lives.
Fredka steps back, proud of his handiwork. A line has been carved into the wall, with a little cartoon man peering over the top. The man's long nose and stumpy little fingers hang over the line, buggy eyes staring out into the room. The words 'Mr. Chad Kilroy was here' are carved underneath.
"What'cha think, Iggy?" Fredka asks, grinning.
"I think this tea desperately needs sugar," Artur says, staring forlornly at his cup.
Fredka sighs. "No! Of our buddy Kilroy over here!"
Artur looks up at the graffiti. "Handsome chap, our Chad. Still think he could do with a haircut though."
Fredka laughs, wrapping an arm around Artur.
Story time!
During world war two, American soldiers would leave graffiti pretty much everywhere they went of a character known as Kilroy, with the words 'Kilroy was here'. This lead Axis officials to believe that the Americans had some sort of super-soldier known as Kilroy.
During the Cold War, the Kilroy graffiti started up again, but to a much lesser extent due to the fact that there was no actual fighting between Russia and America. The graffiti was left by spies, or by Russian rebels.
Russian officials, much like the Axis officials, then began investigating Kilroy, trying to catch him, completely unaware he was just a dumb mascot.
Kilroy still sometimes appears in American pop culture.
A British version known as Chad also existed, usually saying 'Chad woz here' (or 'Wot no sugar?' in regards to crap rations). While Chad is no longer a part of Brutish pop culture, it's believed that the culture of misspelled graffiti started here, or is at least the first known evidence of it.
Link to a WW2 infosite in the profile
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