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Prussia's grin widened at the sight of the thunderstorm outside and he turned to his new Cuban friend with a fresh glint in his eye. Cuba couldn't help but frown lightly at Gilbo and took a drag out of his cigar, hesitant to enquire just what Prussia was thinking as he rightfully should be. Unfortunately, his curiosity got the better of him and he finally spoke up.
"What are you planning?" Cuba asked with his mouth set in a deep frown before he released the foul smelling smoke lightly. Prussia's smirk just got larger, if that was possible, and he let out a small chuckle.
"Do you know what happens when sand is struck by lightning?" The dangerous look in Prussia's eye told Cuba that he would know very soon.
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Now, the only reason that Prussia had even known that Cuba existed was for one very simple reason. America. That jackass had decided that since Prussia wasn't technically a country anymore, he wasn't allowed to take part in the meetings. However, since Ludwig had claimed that he would take responsibility for anything he did, he had been allowed to come to Florida. When it came to Cuba, everyone and their mother knew just how bad the relationship between him and America was and so it was a surprise that he had even been allowed to come. However, Canada had taken a similar stand as Germany and thus the dark haired man was allowed to stay.
Seeing as they were the only two not allowed inside the meeting room, they had struck up a quick friendship, albeit an odd one. Before Cuba could even blink, Prussia had changed into an all black outfit and had pinned himself against the wall. Cuba almost abandoned his plan right then and there when he heard Gilbo humming the James Bond theme to himself and saw that the albino's hands were together to make a 'gun'.
Gilbo was lucky he was so bored. As the pale man made his way down the hallway, doing summersaults and acting like an overall fool, Cuba simply shook his head lightly and fallowed after him with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Once outside, Cuba and Prussia both looked up at the pouring rain while sheltered beneath the awning of the hotels entrance. Cuba hadn't noticed before, but Gilbert had a large black book bag with what looked like large metal poles wrapped in a thin fabric. Something gave Cuba the suspicion that Prussia had done this before.
"You sure you want to do this?" Cuba asked with a raised eyebrow before dropping the butt of his cigar and stamping it out with the heel of his shoe. Gilbert frowned lightly but nodded.
"Hell yah!" He said before taking off at a sprint.
"Hey wait up!" Cuba yelled after the other man, taking off at a sprint as well. Thankfully, the beach was only a couple of blocks from the hotel but even so both men were soaked to the bone by the time they reached the soft sand. Prussia smirked widely as he slipped the book bag off of his shoulder and dropped it in the sand before pulling out the metal poles, leaving the fabric and bag discarded on the ground. Before heading off on the sand, Prussia held out one of the poles to Cuba but was promptly turned down.
With a small 'suit yourself' he was off, running around the sand and jamming the metal into the ground at random intervals. Just based on the way he was doing it, Cuba could almost hear him singing another theme song to himself, maybe the Mission Impossible one this time.
God, Prussia was such a dork.
In about ten minutes, Prussia ran back to where Cuba was still standing and panted softly all the while beaming as if he was proud of himself. Before Cuba could speak he found himself tugged on the arm over to a small wooden overhanging that he hadn't noticed before by his companion of the night.
"We'll have the best view here" He explained as he plopped down on the ground, shaking out his hair as his red eyes shined with excitement. Cuba looked out at the metal poles sticking out of the ground and frowned lightly to himself. He had no idea if this was going to work but figured he didn't have much say in the matter. The larger Cuban opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Prussia suddenly jumping up and running out into the storm to grab the book bag he had left in the pouring rain.
When the other man came back, Cuba opened his mouth to speak a third time but was cut off yet again. This time however it was by a huge bolt of lightening hitting one of the poles directly. He nearly fell over when he felt the heat hit his face and the thunder rumble the earth instantly.
"That was fucking awesome!" Prussia yelled happily, having jumped up from his chair and pumping a fist victoriously in the air. Cuba shook his head lightly but soon found himself laughing. What could he say? Prussia's excitement was extremely contagious.
"I take it you've done this before?" Cuba asked once he had stifled his laugh. Prussia nodded emphatically.
"Twice. Once when I was little and again not too long ago when I was on a trip with Ludwig!" Prussia explained happily. He managed to calm himself down enough to return to a seated position and rummaged through his book bag for something else. He quickly found what he was looking for. He pulled out two bags of chips and bottles of water.
After all, they may be there for a while. Prussia hadn't thought of checking the weather before he left. About an hour and a half later, the thunderstorm finally let up and Cuba was woken up by Prussia pushing on his shoulder rather roughly. When Cuba finally opened his eyes, still half asleep, he noticed that Prussia had a rather larger shovel in his hands. Cuba let out a small off as another shovel was dropped onto his chest and sat up, massaging the spot lightly.
"What's the shovel for?" Cuba asked curiously, still not knowing what the heck they were doing other than standing outside and watching the lightning strike the sand. But Prussia just shook his head as his grin stretched his face.
"You'll see," he said with chuckle as he headed over to the nearest pole. He pulled out the metal rod quickly and threw it in the general direction of their shelter where his book bag was still sitting. He then dug a small circle around where the pole had been before dropping to his knees and digging out what looked like a large piece of glass.
It was no glass that Cuba had ever seen. It was so clear that he could see Prussia's hand behind it as if there was nothing there. Not only that, but the glass was twisted in a way he hadn't seen, almost like the horns of a deer but twistier. If that was a word. Cuba hesitantly held out a hand, almost afraid that if he touched it, the glass would shatter into a million pieces.
"Haha! Its not that fragile" Gilbo smirked, tossing the glass at Cuba and laughing loudly as the other male fumbled with the glass and managed to hold it in. Before Cuba could say anything, Prussia had run off and had dove at the next pole and began to dig up the next sculpture.
Cuba smiled gently at the sculpture in his arms as if he was going to shatter it. No matter what Prussia said he was going to make sure that he didn't break it. After watching the Prussian man dig around furiously for around a half an hour, Prussia finally came back, his arms filled with the odd glass. He set down the glass momentarily to slip his book bag back on. He then scooped up the statues and led Cuba back into the city.
The two walked in silence, Prussia with a large smile on his face and Cuba with a slightly curious one. He honestly wanted to know what Prussia was planning on doing with these sculptures. After all, they were a bit bulky and hard to carry. Thankfully, Cuba had only been told to carry the one and so it wasn't too awkward for him. Finally, Prussia led them to a small store that sold sculptures. By the time they left, their arms were considerably lighter and their wallets heavier.
"That was an easy 200 bucks" Prussia smirked widely again as he shifted one of the two remaining statues beneath their arms.
"So what are you going to do with that?" Cuba asked with a raised eyebrow. He was pretty sure that he was going to give his to Canada seeing as the boy had been feeling down lately. Of course, no one had noticed but then again Cuba paid attention much more than other people did.
"Hmmm. I dunno" Gilbo said as his smile faded slightly as he tried to think of what he would do with his statue. Prussia couldn't help but blush lightly at the thought of a certain brunette with a frying pan issue that he knew would love a statue like this. However, as soon as they reached the entrance to the hotel, Gilbo's energy was back. He couldn't help but laugh maniacally and run through the lobby and back towards his room with Cuba on his heels.
Thankfully he wasn't singing the mission imposible theme song…or worse.
God XD Writing Gilbo as a dork was so much fun