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Title: Solitaire
Characters: Prussia, Germany
Notes: Solitaire is a really, really difficult game to play. Simple gameplay, but overall it's a luck of the draw.
"Fuck yeah! Red King to this empty space, and then I'll slam this black Queen right on top of ya! Now I just gotta find a red Jack and I'll be done with this game. My fifth fuckin' win in a row! I'm awesome."
But as Prussia clicked through the draw pile, a startingly realization came over him.
The red Jack was the last card not uncovered.
Sitting on top of it was his black Ten, the one he had been saving to put on the red Jack. Frantically, he tried to find a way he could get it from underneath the pile that it was trapped under, all of those numbers and colors and fuck he couldn't find a way. Germany peeked in from the kitchen and watched, half-amused and half-piting his brother, as Prussia tried again and again to move the cards from one place to another in order to get the last card. No use. He wasn't crying, no, those were just tears of rage towards the computer game which totally mocked him with its green background and the faces of the cards staring at him. Slumping forward, Prussia felt a hand reach over his body and a small click followed it.
He looked up.
Germany walked away, feeling somewhat content as Prussia yelled in excitement about seeing a way to the fucking red Jack.
Characters: Prussia, Germany
Notes: Solitaire is a really, really difficult game to play. Simple gameplay, but overall it's a luck of the draw.
"Fuck yeah! Red King to this empty space, and then I'll slam this black Queen right on top of ya! Now I just gotta find a red Jack and I'll be done with this game. My fifth fuckin' win in a row! I'm awesome."
But as Prussia clicked through the draw pile, a startingly realization came over him.
The red Jack was the last card not uncovered.
Sitting on top of it was his black Ten, the one he had been saving to put on the red Jack. Frantically, he tried to find a way he could get it from underneath the pile that it was trapped under, all of those numbers and colors and fuck he couldn't find a way. Germany peeked in from the kitchen and watched, half-amused and half-piting his brother, as Prussia tried again and again to move the cards from one place to another in order to get the last card. No use. He wasn't crying, no, those were just tears of rage towards the computer game which totally mocked him with its green background and the faces of the cards staring at him. Slumping forward, Prussia felt a hand reach over his body and a small click followed it.
He looked up.
Germany walked away, feeling somewhat content as Prussia yelled in excitement about seeing a way to the fucking red Jack.