Out of Place Reunion [Austria]

[Prussia]

((Hopefully we are allowed to post non-mission stuff here. Oo Ahem. Yeah, Aus, hope this works out for you. And sorry 'bout the title. I seriously spent like five minutes trying to come up with one, went braindead, thought 'eff it' and just slapped on something...))

Prussia tapped his fingers on the table’s wooden surface impatiently, resting his chin against his other hand and threatening to doze off any second now. He was occupying one of the many seats of the otherwise empty meeting room, having absolutely nothing to do. There were pencils, notebooks and paper placed neatly on the other side of the table to be used in note-taking, but Prussia was too lazy to even reach for them and start to doodle. His laptop sat close to him on the table displaying Prussia’s blog and the newest post titled “Dying of boredom, waiting for someone, at least my nails are awesome”, but he wasn't in the mood to even play with the laptop now. He'd been doing it for a while now anyway.

“Come on!” Prussia groaned after a while, glaring daggers at the clock hanging from a nearby wall. How long was that someone gonna take? It had been a big mistake to come this early, but he had wanted to be punctual. He shouldn’t have bothered. Maybe this was just some trick the others played at him anyway?

He sighed. He had gotten various complaints of his bad behavior and lack of manners, and so earlier this morning he had been told he’d receive some etiquette training or something from… someone. He honestly didn’t know the details, and to be frank he didn’t care. Sure, he had showed up like he had promised, but it wasn’t like he was gonna listen or stick around anyway. His manners were just fine, wasn’t his fault if everyone else wanted to be all pansy-ass-polite.

Prussia shifted in his chair and leaned against the backrest instead, swinging his legs under the table. He had been about to just up and leave countless of times, but his curiosity dictated he’d sit still until his teacher arrived. He wanted to see who they had gotten for the job. Japan? West? Wouldn’t it be awesome if it was West? Actually… it probably wouldn’t. He was so freaking strict when he wanted to it wasn’t even funny. Then again, he could always bribe him with beer. Probably.

But damn, why’d the lecturing need to happen in a boring place like this? Couldn’t they have gone to the kitchen, or the training grounds or the common room? He wanted something to do. Stimuli to learn. A large, empty room with nothing but boring furniture hardly offered anything for him. Made sense the room didn't have much in it though, usually this place was used for mission briefing (at least from what he gathered), so anyone who entered probably wouldn’t stay for long. He? He’d be here for hours, more if the damn teacher didn’t hurry the hell up.

Prussia glanced at the clock. Five minutes. He’d give the guy five more minutes and then he’d walk.

[[x] Austria]

((I think we're fine here, and don't worry about the title, I'm shit at them as well xD And I'm so so sorry this took forever, I'm kind of notoriously slow AND you caught me in the middle of exams))

Austria walked briskly through the warehouse towards the meeting room - he was running just a little bit late, but he wasn't about to go sprinting through the warehouse just to make it on time to a meeting with Prussia, of all people. He did have an image to uphold, after all.

He'd chosen the meeting room as an impromptu lecture hall for a couple reasons. The first was that it was sparsely furnished and rarely frequented by other nations, meaning that there would be few distractions, and (hopefully) that meant that it would be easier to keep Prussia focused on the task at hand (though the cynical voice in the back of his head helpfully reminded him that it would be a fruitless mission). The second was that the mission room had a chalkboard and a conveniently large table, which could prove useful in, er, re-educating the other nation.

Well, it was mostly the table that they would need. Austria had prepared a great many instructional diagrams for today, because he figured he would need every possible advantage to get through the day. On the other hand, that meant that he had ended up with a cardboard box full of said diagrams, lists, and sheets of helpful reminders.

Yes, it had been a lot of work to go through just for a day of etiquette lessons with one of Austria's least favorite nations out there, but it would be worth it. It had to be worth it, because Austria didn't know if he could stand to put up with Prussia for much longer under the current circumstances. He was just so loud. Unrefined, uncultured, unrestrained. All of the things that irked Austria to no end.

He sighed, pausing briefly outside the door to the meeting room before shifting the box so that he could pull the door open - oh, good Prussia was actually there - and pass through.

"I expected you to run for the hills as soon as you heard the words 'etiquette lessons,'" Austria remarked, setting the box down on the table with a heavy thump. "Regardless, I am -" (pleased? No, he wasn't pleased to see the other nation, nor was he expecting the day to be particularly pleasant) "- I am hopeful that today's lessons can go over smoothly."

Hopeful, but not optimistic. It was never conducive to be optimistic when dealing with Prussia.

[Prussia]

((‘S okay, take your time! I was a bit slow with this too. Fuck school >> ))

Prussia’s eyes widened slightly as he heard the voice from the door. Out of all the people locked up in this dump, he had never expected it to be him. Usually the aristocrat tired to avoid him at all costs, and now the idiot willingly locked himself up in a room with him? Prussia was honestly getting hopeful now. Teasing that stuck up brat was always so fun! Hah, maybe this lesson wouldn’t be so boring after all.

He turned, the momentary shock now completely faded and replaced by profound, mischievous joy. He was almost humming to himself, red eyes following each and every step the other nation took. Not much seemed to have changed since their last encounter; his posture was still perfect as ever, his every step calculated and not a hint of rush present in anything he did. He was late, but he walked in like a king, without so much as a ‘sorry’ – like everyone was just supposed to be glad he even bothered to show up among peasants in the first place. The guy was still as spoiled and formal as ever.

Perfect.

“Run?” Prussia repeated mockingly after Austria had walked in properly and closed the door behind him – sealed his fate, in other words. “Now why would I do that?” He asked, feigning innocence, albeit poorly; his huge grin gave him away in a second.

“It’s been so long since we did any shit together –,” Prussia made sure to pronounce the cuss word clearly for the other to hear, “That I just can’t wait to get started!”

Well, that’s what he said, but part of him was actually rather uncertain about this; he had agreed to partake in the lesson, and so he couldn’t completely ruin it. He couldn’t leave or walk up to the man and start pulling his curl – too bad, it looked so tempting –, and he actually had to learn something. He’d have to do something he had never done before (at least, not successfully); balance fun and work so that he’d learn but wouldn’t get bored to death in the process.

A quick look at the box Austria was carrying and Prussia started to think that might be easier said than done.

“Seriously, who the hell uses paper nowadays?” The nation instantly commented, waving his hand at the box dismissingly. “I know you’re probably all sucky when it comes to technology but come on, you could’ve always crawled and begged for me to borrow my laptop!” He leaned his chin on his fist again, eyes fixed on the other’s. “It’s not like you haven’t crawled on the ground all defeated before~”

((This should be fun BD I predict Prussia’s mood to swing from “hell yeah it’s fun to mess with him!” to “totally not worth all this worrrk, ugh Iwannagotrainoutside!”))