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Post by Prussia on Oct 11, 2012 3:47:20 GMT -5
Prussia grumbled when his alcohol cake idea didn’t seem to take wind. Damn it, why’d everyone need to be so boring?! Alcohol poisoning? Like he’d have to worry about something stupid like that! Nothing like that could ever hurt him. And he was a master of alcoholic beverages, he didn’t need to test what went well with what, all he’d need was to guess. He couldn’t be wrong about these things.
“Aww, come on,” he whined, unaware who the approaching footsteps belonged to until it was too late. “Don’t be so-“
"YOU!"
Every drop of blood in Prussia’s veins froze, and his eyes grew wide from shock. No. No no no no it couldn’t fucking b-
“Hungar-?!”
Prussia gasped, holding his face as he found himself on the floor once more, struck there by the all too familiar cooking tool. His world spun even worse than last time, and he had trouble seeing Hungary looming over him. It was only her voice, still angry for some reason Prussia couldn’t fathom, that told him it was her standing over him.
"Where the hell have you been you idiot!? Do you know how worried we were for you, you selfish prick! Well? What do you have to day for yourself!?"
Prussia’s pained expression changed into mild confusion rather quickly. Wait… what?
“Ha-,” Prussia began, wiping blood away as he looked up at her, more amused than scared now. “Hahaha, you were actually worried for me?”
It didn’t really show all that well, but should someone have been able to see past the mocking expression on his face, they would have seen a hint of joy. Gratitude. It wasn’t often people cared about his well-being, and hearing that from Hungary of all people sort of made him feel warm. That, or maybe the warmth was just his blood running down his face. Yeah, yeah, it was probably just that.
“How stupid are you?!” Prussia burst out laughing now, though his grin was more a smile than anything. “Like I couldn’t take care f myself! You think some undead assholes would ever manage to hurt me? Pfft, yeah, right! They might be able to kick the ass of your precious Austria, but not me! I’m a man!”
He kept laughing, forgetting all about his bleeding head despite growing dizzier by the minute.
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Post by Egypt on Oct 11, 2012 7:30:28 GMT -5
Egypt immediately went to Prussia's side again. Crouching on the ground he pulled out some items from his med bag once more.
'Cayenne pepper ointment... butterfly stitches... some gauze cloth... and Geranium oil to stop the bleeding.'
Taking the gauze cloth, Egypt began to clean Prussia's face and wound. Next taking the Geranium oil, he applied some to a clean section of the cloth then began to dab the wound lightly. With in a few seconds the wound began to stop bleeding. Next the Mediterranean nation opened a medium sized container and with his pointer finger, gently dabbed a small amount of the ointment onto the area surrounding the wound. Lastly, Egypt took a small butterfly stitch and placed it over the wound to keep it from opening again.
After replacing the ointment and oil, and disposing of the sullied cloth, Egypt gently extended his hand for Prussia. Offering to help him up off the floor.
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Post by Czech Republic on Oct 11, 2012 11:11:34 GMT -5
The surprise appearance of the woman known as Hungary made Czech speachless, espcially when she came at Prussia with a frying pan! Still to this day that action always took her by surprise. She looked at Prussia quietly then looked to Hungary and her eyes narrowed into the mother of all glares.
To Czech she knew this woman as 'step-mother' and knew her as an evil witch lady. As a child their relationship was fine and even a little friendly. That was until Prussia got a hold of her and corrupted her mind into thinking that Hungary was a horrible, vindictive woman looking to take her land along with Austria. Now she never believe this at first, that is until Austria came to her door looking to take her land from her with Hungary by his side.
To this day the two had, had one of the worst relationships. If the two were together it was almost like two lightening strikes colliding with one another. Beautiful yet very dangerous. Something came over her when Prussia was hit. She didn't know why but when ever the Hungarian decided to hit someone with a frying pan it made her tense.
"Hungary!"
She strolled over to the woman that stood taller than her yet held her head up high a dark and dangerous glow showing in her eyes.
"What the hell gives you the right to hurt Lord Prussia like that!?"
Without warning she took a frying pan from the counter and made to hit the woman with it. Lets see how she liked it!
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Post by [x] Hungary on Oct 11, 2012 11:53:30 GMT -5
Tears were close to filling Hungary's eyes. Tear of joy mixed with bitterness. These tear never left her eyes for she blinked them back. There was no way that she would ever let that cocky son of a bitch see her crying over him. She'd rather die then cry for him even at his funeral for fear that his ghost would be laughing at her.
She heard him begin to laugh making her angry exterrior melt away with the relaxing of her shoulders allowing a small smile escape her. She shook her head, such an arrogant fool. Yet you had to love him for it after all she fell in love with when they were children and still loved it today.
She felt tempted to throw her arms around him. To tell him how much she and Austria were worried over his well being that she would be crushed if her childhood friend were to perish from something as pathetic as a stupid zombie! This little thought never playout for she herself was too prideful to do such a thing. And she didn't want him to get the wrong idea. She still loved Austria and would always no matter what.
The Hungarian froze as the impertanent Czech walked up to her and yelled in her face. She did not take kindly to the misbehavings of little children and no matter what stubborn Czech Republic said she was the child's step-mother and would demonstrate her right to punish her without a single regret.
She was willing to excuse the yelling knowing that it was caused by her hitting Prussia. She understood the girl's consern and was about to explain herself only to find the other do something unexpected.
Her frying pan flew up and blocked the other as her green eyes glared right into Czech's fiery blue-green orbs. Now she had done it. No one who made to strike her ever left without some injury or other. She rolled her eyes when she heard Czech call the the Prussian 'Lord Prussia'. It always made her feel sick when she'd say it with so much admiration in her eyes.
A sneer touched her lips as she pushed against the other frying pan.
"Still calling him that childish title? Please show some decorum already...he is not your master and thus should not call him as such!"
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Post by Egypt on Oct 11, 2012 12:25:01 GMT -5
Egypt rolled his eyes. He was getting sick of everyone fighting, in the kitchen no less.
"...I'm done..." He grabbed his belongings and promptly walked out of the room.
"If you must fight... please don't break anything..." With that he left the room. The double doors swinging closed after the Mediterranean nation.
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Post by Seychelles on Oct 12, 2012 6:24:36 GMT -5
((I-I... Late...))
Seychelles dozed off for a while, not knowing that her best friend Hungary was here and that the others were shouting at each other like they own the kitchen. Well, she must have been really upset or tired. She had mix feelings right now, for being happy to be a help even though her cooking was almost as bad as the ass and for being upset that she lost her one week supply of fish crackers.
It wasn't long until she realised her friend. Sey looked up and her eyes were sparkling in happiness. She stood up and gave the hungarian a big hug, glad that she was here. "Hungary I did'nt know you were here! I'm so happy to see you!!~" seychelles giggled and laughed like no one was here. She then came back to her senses and glared at Prussia. She leaned forward to her dear friend's ear.
"Hungary, this guy has been nothing but trouble to me..." She muttered into her ear, glancing at Prussia, "He ate all my precious fish crackers in one shot" remembering this made her want to cry, but she made up her mind that crying was for losers.
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Post by Prussia on Oct 17, 2012 7:23:49 GMT -5
((D’aww, Egypt, where you going? You can’t leave Prussia alone with the womenz! And I swear to god I wrote the whole “glad Egypt’s here!” thoughts for Prussia way before you left… Oh the irony.
Also, sorry for taking so long to reply. Your Prussia’s been a bit sick ;; ))
Prussia smirked as Egypt knelt down to his aid again. This time he didn't try to tease the African nation and just sat still, allowing him to treat his wound. To be honest, Prussia was just a tad glad that Egypt was here. Not that... he'd fear bleeding to death or anything, but it was nice getting treated without having to be dragged to the hospital wing every time. He hated the smell there.
"Thanks, but you know I didn't need that," Prussia just remarked as he grabbed Egypt's hand and used it to pull himself to stand, dusting off his clothes. He stood a bit... shakily, his legs wobbling whenever he moved, but that hardly did anything to diminish his grin.
Well. At least until Czech and Hungary almost started a fight because of him; that was very quick to yank his grin right off his face and replace any trace of pride with sheer terror. He was sort of delighted to see Czech stand up for him, but at the same time he couldn't help but wish she hadn't said anything or at least... not attacked; Hungary seemed to get angry all over again because of that! Both of the girls looked deadly and dangerous, and Prussia couldn’t help but inch closer to Egypt, almost disappearing behind his back. He was the only guy present aside from himself after all, plus something told him he might need some more bandaging pretty soon.
But then… Egypt apparently got tired of the ruckus and just… up and left.
“NO, WAIT!” Prussia bellowed before he even realize it, one hand extended as if to attempt to grab the African nation back. Too late. Oh, fuck it, now he was stuck inside a kitchen with two pissed of women armed with frying pans, all alone.
And then Seychelles made his situation all the worse by telling on him to Hungary. The two seemed to be friends, so that was definitely not good. In his panic, Prussia turned to look at Czech, the only one on his side right now. Maybe if he could… calm her down and stop the fight, nobody would die? Ah, but he didn’t really want to go talk to her right now either…
Fuck.
In the end Prussia did what he could; nothing. He decided to just not get involved and inch his way away from the trio of women to wait it out. Yeah, just… watch from the sidelines. Not because he’d be scared but, but because as a man he shouldn’t interfere in the affairs of women. Yeah. H-he was just being a gentleman, that’s all!
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Post by Egypt on Oct 17, 2012 12:24:25 GMT -5
“NO, WAIT!” Whipping his head around back towards the kitchen, Egypt was surprised to hear the Prussian calling after him.
'Is he genuinely scared or just worried the girls will kill him?... probably both...'
Cocking a slim chocolate brown brow, Egypt poked his head back into the kitchen, but blanched at the sight he saw.
Hungary and Czech armed with their frying pans, tension between them that you could probably cut with a knife and a scared/worried looking Prussia scooting further and further away from the women. Seychelles was off to the side but on Hungary's side and it looked like Czech was defending Prussia in some way.
The Mediterranean nation slipped back into the kitchen, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, a nerve becoming visible on his temple. As he released a sigh he set his bag down onto the floor and proceeded to stride across the kitchen and knock Czech across the head with his staff. He them stood in between the two frying pan clad women, staff in hand, threatening to do the same to Hungary. A mixed look of exasperation and rare anger coming across his tanned face.
"I am getting rather tired of your quarrels Czech, Hungary. Tell me this... do either of you know why we are here in the first place, at the ware house? It is to get rid of the zombies and to find a cure, na'am /yes/? Then would it be rather foolish to be quarreling and fighting amongst ourselves?"
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Post by Prussia on Oct 19, 2012 22:19:40 GMT -5
Prussia’s eyes lit up as Egypt’s head appeared in the doorway again. As the man re-entered the room, Prussia almost shot behind his back again, only stopping when he realized the other male nation was… walking straight between the crazy women.
“Man, no! What are you doing?! Get out of there!” Prussia gasped, half-aloud, half to himself, frozen in his place at the far end of the kitchen room. The guy actually went and whacked Czech, and from the looks of it, he was ready to do the same to Hungary. To Hungary.
Still, Prussia decided it’d be best not to interfere. Who knew, maybe the guy’s mini-lecture on zombie apocalypse would actually work? He didn’t hold his breath, but it was a possibility, right? Right. So, while waiting for the results, he’d just… continue standing there like an idiot, a safe distance away from the two frying pans and continue dreaming about his alcohol cake – which he was going to make too, totally!
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