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Title: Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!
Characters: Holy Roman Empire, Prussia, mentions of others
Notes: Today, February 2nd, is the day the Holy Roman Empire was formally established.
It was the day, it seemed to be so long ago, that he, the Heiliges Römisches Reich, had been formally established. And yet none was as grand as this. Österreich had... created a small pastry to celebrate with, Ungarn had sewed him a new outfit to wear for this special day, and Italien had... h-had given him a kiss on the cheek. He flushed at the memory of those soft lips pressing into his cheek, and regretted just standing there awkwardly. The only one missing was... Bruder. He hadn't come yet. And the boy doubted he'd show.
He sat upon his throne (a stool in the kitchen) while he looked upon his people (the maids) work tirelessly to please him (doing what they had to to keep out of trouble with Österreich), and felt bored. This day, however splendid it was, only held sadness for him. Each year he'd hope that Bruder would come striding into the home with a gift behind his back, perhaps the crown of a king he had killed in a far off land, or even a toy that would keep him occupied in the long months he was away. Not that he cared, but the house was always quiet when Bruder was off on business. He sighed, wishing already for the day to end. Still, there was more work to be done.
When he entered his office, he found a large amount of paperwork on his desk. A note lay beside it:
Happy birthday. Get your paperwork done.
Of course. Probably from Schweiz, considering all he ever gave him was paperwork. He climbed into his seat and started the boring, repetitive action of stamping each paper with his seal. This was not to last, thankfully.
BAM
The sound of a door slamming into the wall and creating a dent. Papers flew off the desk as the man approached the desk, looking oh-so-smug and pretty self-confident for a man who was going to be killed for disturbing the peace of the Heiliges Römisches Reich--
"Bruder!"
The small empire leaped from the pile of papers and looked up at him, expectant but not hopeful. The older boy grinned from ear-to-ear, and pulled out both hands from behind his back. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The younger waved a small hand over the area, frowning deeply when he could feel no invisible or otherwise existing object. The older merely kept his grin and grabbed the hand, pulling him outside of the miserable house. Still nothing to be seen! He was honestly confused, and his brother both knew and enjoyed this.
"My presence is a present enough for ya, ain't it?"
All he got was a kick in the shin.
Cheap bastard.
German:
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!: Happy Birthday!
Heiliges Römisches Reich: Holy Roman Empire
Österreich: Austria
Ungarn: Hungary
Italien: Italy
Schweiz: Switzerland
Characters: Holy Roman Empire, Prussia, mentions of others
Notes: Today, February 2nd, is the day the Holy Roman Empire was formally established.
It was the day, it seemed to be so long ago, that he, the Heiliges Römisches Reich, had been formally established. And yet none was as grand as this. Österreich had... created a small pastry to celebrate with, Ungarn had sewed him a new outfit to wear for this special day, and Italien had... h-had given him a kiss on the cheek. He flushed at the memory of those soft lips pressing into his cheek, and regretted just standing there awkwardly. The only one missing was... Bruder. He hadn't come yet. And the boy doubted he'd show.
He sat upon his throne (a stool in the kitchen) while he looked upon his people (the maids) work tirelessly to please him (doing what they had to to keep out of trouble with Österreich), and felt bored. This day, however splendid it was, only held sadness for him. Each year he'd hope that Bruder would come striding into the home with a gift behind his back, perhaps the crown of a king he had killed in a far off land, or even a toy that would keep him occupied in the long months he was away. Not that he cared, but the house was always quiet when Bruder was off on business. He sighed, wishing already for the day to end. Still, there was more work to be done.
When he entered his office, he found a large amount of paperwork on his desk. A note lay beside it:
Happy birthday. Get your paperwork done.
Of course. Probably from Schweiz, considering all he ever gave him was paperwork. He climbed into his seat and started the boring, repetitive action of stamping each paper with his seal. This was not to last, thankfully.
BAM
The sound of a door slamming into the wall and creating a dent. Papers flew off the desk as the man approached the desk, looking oh-so-smug and pretty self-confident for a man who was going to be killed for disturbing the peace of the Heiliges Römisches Reich--
"Bruder!"
The small empire leaped from the pile of papers and looked up at him, expectant but not hopeful. The older boy grinned from ear-to-ear, and pulled out both hands from behind his back. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The younger waved a small hand over the area, frowning deeply when he could feel no invisible or otherwise existing object. The older merely kept his grin and grabbed the hand, pulling him outside of the miserable house. Still nothing to be seen! He was honestly confused, and his brother both knew and enjoyed this.
"My presence is a present enough for ya, ain't it?"
All he got was a kick in the shin.
Cheap bastard.
German:
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!: Happy Birthday!
Heiliges Römisches Reich: Holy Roman Empire
Österreich: Austria
Ungarn: Hungary
Italien: Italy
Schweiz: Switzerland