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[armywithcountry]

[Prussia isn't really one to pay attention to the weird holidays of this town, but the Halloween decorations have been kind of hard to miss, even for him.  He's kind of confused as to why people are dressing up and handing out stuff to kids, but he figures it's probably some weird tradition to ward off witchcraft or something, and hey, anything to

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[armywithcountry]

[Fifteen, huh? Looks kinda sissy in that dalmatian outfit, but whatever, dogs were cool and if he sucked, Prussia can always stick him on the front lines.]

You came to the right house, kid! Here's a treat, on me!

[Congratulations, Lambo, you've now been recruited into the army via draft.]

[armywithcountry]

Oh, and I guess I should give you this - complimentary to joining the army, because I'm fucking awesome and generous like that.

[He hands Lambo a pack of ammo and a bottle of beer. Lambo's got good instincts on him.]

[muskatli]

[Banging on the door, possible with a pitchfork]

Open up! It's important!

[Also, dressed up in this]

1/3

[armywithcountry]

The fuck? Geez, I know you're eager to see the awesome me, but try to control yourself at least!

[Opens the door.

Stares at her outfit.]

[armywithcountry]

[armywithcountry]

[SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT.]

[playspurrtend]

[A purrfectly cute kitty is now visiting Prussia's house! Uhh, what was the thing she had to say-- oh!]

Trick or treat!

[armywithcountry]

[Oh, a girl. Can't be drafted into the army, then.]

This is the part where I give you something, right? Here ya go!

[Have some beer, instead.]

[playspurrtend]

[... This doesn't look like the other candy she's gotten so far.]

What kind of candy is this?

[armywithcountry]

Ew, fuck candy, that shit'll rot your teeth and make you fat. Drink beer instead, it's good for you! It'll help you grow taller.

[wybrows]

[

Kicking his door. ]

[armywithcountry]

[Opens the door.

Glances around.

Looks confused.]

Huh, wind must be pretty strong today if it's blowing shit into my door.

[Sorry, Wy, you are not in his line of sight and therefore do not exist.]

[wybrows]

Hey! I'm right here, idiot.

[armywithcountry]

[Glances down.]

Oh, it's you. When did you get here? And what do you want? Finally here to accept my awesome training, huh? Great!

[striped_biceps]

[Oh, god, he hates his drone wife. He had to decide between trick or treating with his kids or listening her to yell at him to do so. So, with a little bit of beer, he's at Prussia's doorstep, trick-or-treating. Hey, he can get candy, too, right? He's not doing so bad--so have a few loud knocks from someone a bit tipsy!]

Heeey, c'mon! Trick or treat!

[armywithcountry]

[Tipsy, you say? Great, they can bond!]

Huh, I thought this was only for kids. Well, whatever, I've got plenty of treats to go around!

[You look like a pretty tough guy, and you're old enough to be drafted, so he's going to be stuffing a letter into your hand, along with a box of ammo.]

[striped_biceps]

[Yay! Bonding! If he doesn't get pissed off.]

Nah, I lost my kids a few houses back. Don't know where they are now. What the hell is this, though?

[He's never seen ammo before! And the letter, he's just dropping on the ground. Oops~.]

[armywithcountry]

I just lock mine in the basement when they get too annoying. And they're bullets, of course! Way more awesome than any shitty candy!

And pick that letter back up! You should be honored to be drafted into my awesome army!