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Title: Brunnhilde: The Legend Begins
Originally posted: Here, for a secret prompt.
Length: 2,300 words.
Characters/Pairings: Germany, Prussia.
Premise: Why is Prussia such an irresponsible dickbag? And where did that chick come from, anyway?
Time period: Cracky modern.
Smuttiness: 0/10
Funnyness: 7/10
Wrist slashiness: 0/10
Lolhistoryness: 0/10
Violence: 0/10
Would I like it?: Yes, I still write fic, shut up. Happy (belated) German Unification Day! Have some cute German brothers fic.

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"Prussia--"

"--So then I said to France, fuck you and your prissy fucking wine drinking--"

"Prussia--"

"The lager back home would give your liver a fuckin' rupture--"

"So I take it that you--"

"And then he got up in my face about cheese, and bouquets, like he fuckin' does, even though--since when do I care about flowers, am I right?" Prussia grinned.

Germany massaged the bridge of his nose.

"So anyway, then it was like, well fuckin' come on, then, and we drove out to the--"

"And this is why you didn't fix--"

"--Liquor store--I'm gettin' to that, sprout--and he picked up like fifteen bottles of pinot-somethin', and I grab a couple cases of lager, you know, the good stuff, and we come back here an' we trade, and--fuck me, West, I got the worse end of that bargain, because after about two bottles of that pinot shit it feels like sticking your head between a fat chick's thighs--"

"Prussia, please…" Germany set his teeth.

"Well it does. And then a little bit after that, I blacked out," he finished.

Germany waited a few seconds, but that did seem to be the end of it.

"And that's why you didn't fix the sink," he said at last.

"That's why I didn't fix the sink," Prussia agreed.

"And…why you didn't drop our paperwork off with our boss…"

"Oh, damn, I was gonna put it in the mail slot? But we were drivin' by, right, and France was like, bet you can't make it through that light--that next intersection, you know? And I was like, you're fuckin' on, and--"

"You violated traffic laws?" Germany asked in a tone of dim horror, his eyes fixed on nothing. Close by, the stack of dishes in the sink crowded lower for protection.

Prussia's expression folded into mechanical surprise. "Oh, no. I would never do that. …That's a crime, you know?"

Germany's shoulders unclenched an inch.

Prussia resumed with his usual animation. "But anyway, I totally fuckin' made it and that fuckin' frog owes me five bucks. But by then we were three blocks past the building. And then on the way back, I--kinda forgot."

"You're so irresponsible," Germany sighed.

"What? Oh, come on, I am responsible as shit--"

"I ask you to do a few simple errands--"

"Those were boring errands, though--"

"What did you accomplish yesterday?" Germany interrupted.

"…I made a quiche!"

Germany looked at his brother. Prussia shifted from foot to foot and scratched the back of his neck.

"I thought about making a quiche," he amended.

"Prussia," Germany began, indistinct, as he set a tea towel down on the counter. "You are my brother, and I love you."

Prussia rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and mouthed 'here we go again.'

"But I think we need to find some way to reinforce your innate sense of accountability--"

"Oh, okay, no--" Prussia's hands jerked up.

Germany studied the doily edging of the table cloth. It was stained with wine. He flicked away a crumb. "To reinforce," he repeated, "Your commitment to your duties--"

"This is gonna end up just like that thing when you made me do volunteer work, West--West--and I wallpapered that old lady to a bookcase. Not on purpose. But it was wicked late, and she wouldn't get out of my way, and--"

His voice sped up, but it couldn't catch Germany, who had picked up Prussia's napkin, folded it carefully, smoothed it down beside his placemat, and collected his jacket from the back of one of the kitchen chairs. "Come with me, Prussia."

Prussia sighed and dragged himself to his feet. He trudged after Germany down the hallway. "I won the drinking contest, though. Doesn't that count for something?"

"You didn't win the drinking contest." Germany plucked the car keys from the end table on their way out the front door.

"What? What are you talkin' about? He passed out like an eight year old girl tryin' to stay up for New Years Eve--"

"Then explain the curly mustache someone has drawn on your upper lip."

Prussia lurched to a halt on the porch and clapped a hand over his mouth. "Mmhat fugghing frog--"

"Come with me, Prussia…"

---

"This is the animal shelter, West."

Germany glanced at him. It wasn't, yet, but they were idling at the intersection, and Germany had his turn signal on, and the only other shops in this little row with the animal shelter were a furrier and a butcher shop, which was a rather alarming conjunction, now that Germany thought about it. He frowned. Germany's frowns were sturdy, well-designed things that could operate with very little maintenance or oversight for most of the day.

Prussia didn't notice. "Oh my God." Then, "Oh my God--"

He flapped his hands in blossoming excitement, and smacked the windshield wiper on by mistake. Germany hastily flipped it back off.

"Oh my God," Prussia cried, "Are we getting a pet?"

"You are getting a pet." The light changed. Germany pulled into the one-row parking lot.

"I'm getting a pet?"

"I think it would help you to attach some significance to your responsib--"

"I'm gonna get a big fuckin' dog," Prussia declared. "And give him a badass collar, like the kinds with spikes all over'em, and feed him red meat, and call him Killer--"

"No, Prussia." They parked and got out.

"Oh come on!" Prussia skipped along in Germany's wake as they cut across the lot. "You said I could get a pet!"

"To reinforce your sense of responsibility. A pet that you will have to take care of; not something you can use to terrorize our neighbors. If it can eat mailmen in order to survive, then it is not--"

"But you have dogs--"

"I also have a job--"

"Good afternoon!" The girl behind the counter in the blue cap chirped, as the glass doors whumped behind them. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, we wanna see your dogs," Prussia explained.

"Small dogs."

"Like, your biggest fuckin' dogs--"

"Small dogs," Germany raised his voice.

Volume and a pressed shirt won, like always. The girl brought them around back to see the small dogs, while Prussia trailed behind them, grumbling to nobody.

The brothers eyed the cages with frank dismay. Prussia said it first.

"These are girl dogs."

Germany surveyed the lap poodles and pomeranians pressed against the cage doors like dandruff stuck to a lint screen, and sighed in admission.

"They are dogs for girls," Prussia elaborated.

The shelter attendants--they had a pair of them, now--exchanged an uneasy glance.

"Something…else," Germany allowed.

"Bigger." Prussia coldly turned his back on a growling chihuahua.

"Different," Germany corrected him.

The shelter girls withdrew to the end of the hall and held a whispered conference. Germany and Prussia leaned back by the grey walls.

"Whatever we get," Germany straightened a button on his shirt. "You are going to be the one to feed it, and clean up after it, and--"

"Yeah, yeah." Prussia stuck his fingers between some bars and roused something high-pitched and snarling. He whapped it on the nose. "And I'll sharpen its teeth, and train it to attack on command--"

"If you can train anything," Germany sighed, "To do anything on command, I will be surprised."

"I could train a flea to drive a race car, are you kidding me--"

"They have those--"

"--What?"

"--They're called flea circuses."

"Why would fleas go to a circus?"

"I don't--"

"Excuse me," one of the girls cleared her throat. The two brothers gave her distracted looks. "We…don't know if any of the dogs will be what you're looking for, but we do have, ah…"

The other girl came back down the stairs with a cardboard box. Prussia went over to her, looked in, and then his eyes went round, and his hands clenched at the sides of his head, and his smile widened into a rictus. His squeal could have shattered glass.

"Kitties!"

"No cats!" Germany snapped.

Prussia and both shelter attendants looked crestfallen. There was a sad assortment of mews from the box. The collective disappointment in the room would leave it with a karmic debt for days.

Germany cleared his throat. "Excuse me…let me explain our situation. My brother--"

"Oh, you're brothers?" one of the shelter girls broke in.

"…What did you think we were?" Prussia asked suspiciously.

The shelter girls looked at each other. After a few seconds, one of them suggested, "…Friends?"

A few seconds passed while everyone decided how best to move on with their lives.

"My brother," Germany resumed, in a tone of great reserve, "Is irresponsible."

"He's lying," Prussia explained. The box started to purr. The girl shifted it in her arms.

"He needs…I don't know how to put this…something helpless."

"I don't know where he gets these ideas," Prussia went on. He braced an elbow against the wall and leaned in a bit towards the girl with the box of kittens. "I like companions with a bit of fight in'em, you know what I'm sayin'?"

"Cats are not helpless," Germany elaborated. "Cats do not even need to be fed."

"Man, get a load of this guy. I mean, that's sounds seriously inhumane," Prussia marveled. "I'd feed the shit out of a cat, though. Because I'm like that. A caring, sensitive kinda guy. Who likes cats."

"You cannot ask the girl with the kitten box on a date," Germany rumbled.

Prussia fired him an ugly look. The girl with the kitten box blushed, took, a step back, and stammered something as she turned back to the stairs.

"Now the kitties are gone," Prussia complained.

"Can you please assist us?" Germany finished, with lumbering tranquility.

The remaining shelter girl hesitated. "Well…we do have one animal, but…it's not even the kind of thing people usually keep as a pet…"

---

Germany took one look at it, and said, "I don't think this is going to work."

Prussia took one look at it, and said, "Oh, fuck yes."

Germany looked at Prussia. "It's a chicken."

"She's a chick! Look at her!"

They both looked. The chick looked back, and waggled its wings. A few seconds later, it peeped.

Prussia thrust a triumphant finger at it. "See?"

"It's a chicken," Germany repeated, weaker.

"She's fucking adorable, is what she is. I'll take her," Prussia looked up at the shelter attendant. "Gimme the paperwork, or whatever. She's coming home with me."

"How do you know it's a…girl chicken." Germany wasn't sure about that sentence.

Prussia stared at him. "Of course she's a chick. She's a chick."

They were silent for a few seconds, and then Germany made a strategic retreat from that line of thought. "Do you have any idea how to take care of a chicken? Do you even know what they eat?"

"Millet and shit, right?" Prussia sounded indifferent. He whisked the chick up in his hands and held her rapturously up towards the ceiling. She peeped again. "I will name her Brunnhilde," he declared. "And she will ride with me into battle!"

"What battles--"

"Come, Brunnhilde!" Prussia deposited the chick on his shoulder and bounded for the staircase. Brunnhilde dug in her tiny claws and flapped her wings to steady herself.

"Prussia--Prussia, we need to wait to fill in the--" Germany ran after him, caught the railing.

"Destiny will not wait, West! Hurry the fuck up, you have the keys!"

Germany sighed, and decided that destiny would wait for the keys. He made Prussia wait by the door for fifteen minutes while he arranged everything else.

They emerged into the parking lot to a misty dusk. Prussia heaved a satisfied sigh. The shelter girl had transferred the chick from his shoulder to a little carry box, but Prussia took Brunnhilde back out and plopped her on his head.

"Let's get some roast chicken on the way home," he announced. "For dinner."

Germany gaped. He recovered himself. "Why?"

Prussia turned towards him and gave him a grim stare. "Because I want Brunnhilde to look into the face of death, so she will never again know fear."

Brunnhilde puffed up and started preening herself.

---

Two weeks later, Germany wasn't sure if he should classify his experiment as a complete failure, or an unintended success.

"So, you still haven't fixed the dish washer," he proposed.

"Well, no," Prussia admitted. Then he brightened. "But I made Brunnhilde a battle harness, look! See, she can put her little feet in there, right, and then I can strap the whole thing to my shoulder, and, and look--"

"There's a fork stuck through it."

"That's her polearm," Prussia insisted. He flicked his hair out of his eyes. "And I listened to the first two operas of Der Ring des Nibelungen with her this morning, 'cause she's gotta learn about her namesake, right--"

"Hopeless," Germany sighed.

But as Prussia went off to put on Siegfried, Germany cautiously categorized their new family addition as a success. True, the errands still weren't getting done, and that morning Germany had found a sprig of millet in his suit jacket pocket, but…

Prussia was happy.

It was with a smile on his face that Germany went and found the toolbox, and set to repairing the dishwasher himself, while Mime's tenor drifted up the stairs from the basement.


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Date: 2009-10-05 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] twistedsheets10.livejournal.com
Uh, huh. So this what have you been doing lately, huh? XD

BRB. Dying of laughter. Oh Prussia. ♥

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Uh, huh. So this what have you been doing lately, huh? XD

I've been

1) Writing TCE
2) fighting off the plague
3) not finishing about six separate fics (Working on it. ._.)
4) writing really really unacceptable porn with Wizard that we will never share with anybody

All in all, it's been pretty good times. XD

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Date: 2009-10-05 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] santeelegs.livejournal.com
Added to Memories with the quickness~

Because I had trouble d'awwing and laughing at the same time.

Which caused my family to look at me strangely.

That... that is a good sign of something good.

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
+5 POINTS FOR APPROPRIATE ICON

Man, I need a Prussia icon. I mean. Everybody needs a Prussia icon.

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Date: 2009-10-05 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mithrigil.livejournal.com
I love you, forever and always, amen.

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
♥♥♥

I'm sure you'll approve of this line of thought:

"Hmm dee dum, this is going pretty well...last scene, here we go, just need to wrap it up...hrmm...no idea how to tie this one off, really. Rambly fic needs a capper of some sort, but what?

"Ah, of course. Wagner."

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Date: 2009-10-05 06:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mammaria.livejournal.com
AAAAAWWWW THAT WAS SO CUTE also I represent myself and [livejournal.com profile] anasyrma, because she linked me to this Awesome Awesomeness of Awesome. Yes. DEAR GOD IT WAS AMAZING. WHY ARE YOU SO AMAZING, you robbed me of my coherency.

:')

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Awww, thank you! And hi to anasyrma! XD

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Date: 2009-10-05 06:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inuyashacooks.livejournal.com
Holy crap I was like tearing up laughing during this XDDDD this is made of SO MUCH WIN!!!

I can't even decide which lines I liked best XD

But A few seconds passed while everyone decided how best to move on with their lives., "I could train a flea to drive a race car, are you kidding me--", "Why would fleas go to a circus?", "Then explain the curly mustache someone has drawn on your upper lip.", and "I will name her Brunnhilde," he declared. "And she will ride with me into battle!" are pretty up there.

In conclusion: omg you win XD

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
So glad you liked it! =D "Just let the characters say funny things" fics are secretly my favorite kind to write. XD

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Date: 2009-10-05 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] harusamemosuke.livejournal.com
I nearly cracked a rib reading this, I was laughing that hard.

Prussia rocks so hard. All of his lines are comedy gold.

I also will never get over the name Brunnhilde

Congrats, I am now officially dead and a Prussia fan

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
♥! Poor Germany, always playing straight man to his useless freakin' brother. XD

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Date: 2009-10-05 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] omicheese.livejournal.com
This is the most adorable thing. I loved this. I loved how in character everybody was, I loved Prussia fangirling over everything, and I love that the shelter girls had the wrong idea. Everything about this was beautiful, and I am so glad I read it. Thank you for a happy evening!

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
I loved Prussia fangirling over everything

Prussia is HIGH ENERGY. He does not fangirl. He POWER FANS.

Thank you for reading! =D

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Date: 2009-10-05 06:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aurussteelsword.livejournal.com
I laughed, I cried. This is one of the most amazing things I've ever read. Seriously, every single sentence was pure gold. Your Germany is perfect, your Prussia is weirdly lovable and nuts and hilarious.

Prussia turned towards him and gave him a grim stare. "Because I want Brunnhilde to look into the face of death, so she will never again know fear." - This line was perfection, and I laughed for at least a minute over the image.

Also, A few seconds passed while everyone decided how best to move on with their lives. - wonderful, wonderful turn of phrase. Perfect for the feeling of that moment.

I'd quote all of the other lines that I loved, but then I'd end up spitting half of your fic back to you. This was just. I can't even. *flails*

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Thank you so much, I'm really glad you enjoyed it! I frickin love these two. XD

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Date: 2009-10-05 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] puella-nerdii.livejournal.com
-- so it is really not at all appropriate for me to be laughing this hard at this hour, but I am anyway.

This. This is totally what life with the two of them is like. Bless their silly heads, they are such DORKS.

But this:
Prussia turned towards him and gave him a grim stare. "Because I want Brunnhilde to look into the face of death, so she will never again know fear."
is when I completely lost it and then the /opera references/ and yes. So much yes. This is brilliant.

And I'm very glad you're writing fic again, especially when it's stuff as delightful as this.

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
And I'm very glad you're writing fic again, especially when it's stuff as delightful as this.

Well, really I've been writing fic, it's just been, you know... *gestures vaguely in the direction of TCE*

You know how it goes. Collaboration thingies don't go on your personal fic permanent record.

I'm really glad you liked it! =D

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grosse-averse.livejournal.com
Oh, Brunnhilde. When you live with Prussia you almost ALWAYS end up looking into the face of death :)

This was amaaaazing.

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Oh, Brunnhilde. When you live with Prussia you almost ALWAYS end up looking into the face of death :)

This is a very good point. XD

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] luxnigra.livejournal.com
"I will name her Brunnhilde," he declared. "And she will ride with me into battle!" ahahahah!!! Oh Gilbert, my proud conqueror! XD

This fic is awesome just like Prussia!!! <3

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! =D

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Date: 2009-10-05 07:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allyoucaneater.livejournal.com
You know not how LOUD my laughter can be. :/
Lucky it's like... 1pm instead of 1am OTZ

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Date: 2009-10-05 09:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Fffff. XD Thank you for reading! ♥

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Date: 2009-10-05 09:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emo-viking-jil.livejournal.com
...lol.
this is amazing, seriously! your prussia is just gah, awesome. germany is just so used to Prussia's spazzing, it hilarious.

"I will name her Brunnhilde," he declared. "and she will ride with me into battle!"
i seriously want to draw that now.

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Date: 2009-10-05 09:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
DRAWLERIZING! =D

I'm so thrilled you liked it! Spazzy Prussia is my favorite Prussia. XD

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Date: 2009-10-05 09:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] erueru-2d.livejournal.com
*breaks her mouse by clicking 'Add to Memories'*
I haven't been laughing so much for five days or so.
This fic is so hilarious! And adorable.
I think my week is made.

Oh Prussia. ♥ ♥ ♥

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Date: 2009-10-05 09:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Oh, sweetheart, I'm glad! I know you've been needing a pick-me-up. ♥♥♥

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Date: 2009-10-05 09:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nittle-grasper.livejournal.com
Oh, I'm so glad you did this prompt! =D It's all painfully cute, but I think my favorite is the roast chicken thing, ahahaha. TOUGH LOVE.

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Date: 2009-10-05 09:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Hahahaha, yeah I did it, and then I was like "Yay! This is totally PG! There's no sex or violence or anything!" and then... "Wait...but there is Prussia's potty mouth." >.< /facepalm

So now I'm writing the other prompt and I can be all "IT'S A GERMAN UNIFICATION DAY FIC, Y'ALL. TOTALLY PLANNED THIS WAY. TOTALLY PLANNED."

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Date: 2009-10-05 09:30 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] bookworm-faith.livejournal.com
THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I HAVE READ ALL WEKK /capslock. Thank you, you just totally made my dat ♥

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Date: 2009-10-05 09:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
So glad you liked it! =D It was a lot of fun to write!

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Date: 2009-10-05 09:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] djsoliloquy.livejournal.com
In the middle of a last-min midterm cram and I really needed something wonderful like this. Oh god drunk shenanigans, Germany, chick battle armor, the music geekery. Everything. Just... here's my heart. Take it, take all of it, it's yours.

So hooray for whatever that super secret prompt was! You should always write fic!

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Date: 2009-10-05 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
It's not really that super secret. Originally it was a Hetalia Sunshine thing, but then I...realized that Prussia's nonstop torrent of F-bombs might kinda put me over the PG limit. Soooo now I'm writing the other prompt instead. XD

Good luck with your midterms! =D

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Date: 2009-10-05 12:06 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] meicdon13
"Because I want Brunnhilde to look into the face of death, so she will never again know fear."

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF





This.

My night is complete.

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Date: 2009-10-05 03:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Does that mean you're going to bed? XD

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Date: 2009-10-05 03:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sakru909.livejournal.com
This is one of the funniest things I've read in a while, seriously.

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Date: 2009-10-05 03:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it! =D

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Date: 2009-10-05 03:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sadlygrove.livejournal.com
D'awwwwwww :D I can just see Prussia hoisting up his flag with the eagle on it and telling Brunnhilde to aspire to be like it! He's adorable in this ♥

Germany, you're such a good brother.

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Date: 2009-10-05 03:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
I can just see Prussia hoisting up his flag with the eagle on it and telling Brunnhilde to aspire to be like it!

Awwww, totally! "One day, Brunnhilde. One day."

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Date: 2009-10-05 03:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ridensgirl.livejournal.com
"Why would fleas go to a circus?" and "Because I want Brunnhilde to look into the face of death, so she will never again know fear." killed me! Seriosuly man, these lines are pure GOLD (in particulare because was gilbert to spoke XD)

Great fic, I liked it a lot :D

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Date: 2009-10-05 03:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! =D

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Date: 2009-10-05 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] littleduchess.livejournal.com
Well. Wow. Prussia. Just Prussia.

(Look, I'm trying to find coherence for a review but.... Prussia! battle harness! guh!)

On a technical note your dialogue is excellent- you can be very evocative with very few words. Out of interest how long did it take you to write this? Because it feels effortless.

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Date: 2009-10-05 04:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Hmm, 3-4 hours, I guess? Sort of hard to say, I did it in short bursts while I was on a weekend trip. Dialogue-y posts are usually pretty quick for me. Dunno why.

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Date: 2009-10-05 04:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] keikanas.livejournal.com
A-AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

chicky ; ;

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Date: 2009-10-05 04:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
I knoooow

peep!

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Date: 2009-10-05 04:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sutekikage.livejournal.com
...Can I say how inappropriately CUTE this is?! xD

IT'S JUST SO...SO...<3 <3 <3 LUVVVVVVV <3 <3 <3

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Date: 2009-10-06 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Baby chicks are appropriately cute! So is brotherly love! Maybe not Prussia's constant swearing. But I think this one comes by its cute honestly, by and large. XD

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Date: 2009-10-05 04:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meltedpeep.livejournal.com
--Oh right THIS is why I've been meaning to read more fic lately. Just everything. EVERYTHING. I am in love with the interaction here, and the lunatic snappiness of everything that comes out of Prussia's mouth, appropriate or otherwise.

Also:

Germany's frowns were sturdy, well-designed things that could operate with very little maintenance or oversight for most of the day.

I kind of want to write this down and stick it to a bulletin board somewhere near me so I can look at it and smile whenever I need some cheering up. Just so you know.

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Date: 2009-10-06 02:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
That is secretly my favorite line in the whole fic.

Glad you liked the story! =D
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