Heros of war (Prussia)

[[x] New Zealand]

New Zealand skipped into the training grounds, looking all around for anyone else that might be there. His ever present smile dropped just a bit when he noticed that there wasn't anyone here. "What a shame," mumbled New Zealand under his breath "now I have no one to play with."

The little island nation figured, even though there was no one here, he could still have fun by himself. He did need a little work on his fighting skills, that was part of the reason he had decided to visit this place. The other reason was for adventure. He had never been to the training grounds before, so why not explore it and see all the wonders it possesed?

He strode into the middle of the arena, looking around at all the scene before him, at all the equitment one would use to exercise or practice their fighting skills. The young boy stopped when he reached the very center of the sand filled training grounds. From the leather sheath at his right side he carefully pulled out a small dagger, it fit perfectly in his rather small hand. He slide his thumb over the smooth ivory handle, and his smile imediantly brightened. "I know what I can play, I can pretend I'm fighting zombies!"

He looked around again to spot a dummy made of straw at the other end of the training grounds. "Look men, we spotted a horde of zombies! Let's get them! Charge!"

He ran straight for the soon to be shredded 'zombie' with the dagger in his left hand and a huge grin on his face.

(( I hope this starter is all right for you Prussia. The title is horrible, I couldn't think of anything creative. ))

[Prussia]

((Yup, it's great! The title’s, too. I know how difficult it can be to come up with one >> ‘nyway, sorry for being so late. Oh and, hope you don’t mind I decided it’d be early morning?))

Prussia stepped outside the warehouse, blinking as the early morning light blinded his eyes. He raised a hand to shield himself and continued his walk, one hand in his pocket. His steps were lazy and from the very first glance at his face, anyone could see he was suffering… from extreme boredom.

He hadn’t been stuck here in this dusty old warehouse but a few days, and already it felt like he had spent half his life there. The high, window-less walls and the big, open space of the main room was driving him crazy, and he was getting so sick of looking at the same people, eating the same food and repeating the same cycle of train, eat, play, train, eat, sleep every freaking day. Sure, his few days’ stay had involved some zombie fighting every now and then when he had wandered far enough from the safehouse, but that was hardly enough. He didn’t say it aloud because he’d probably get a beating (again), but what he really yearned for was something like… a fullblown zombie invasion. The zombies attacking the warehouse! Threatening their home! Now that’d be exciting.

But no.

The young man stretched his arms and yawned loudly. Well, guess there was no helping it. Until they got rid of all these zombies or they attacked or… something, he was stuck just training and trying to derive amusement from that. So, heading straight for the training grounds, Prussia slid his sword from its hilt. The light reflected off of its metallic surface and Prussia had to blink again. Damn sun, next time he’d come train in the middle of the night.

Still, as he walked he couldn’t help but admire the beauty of his weapon. He had had it for ages, ever since he was just a little boy in a knights’ clothing. He remembered the days he was trained to fight, remembered how he was given no slack despite his young age and remembered how grateful for it he was – even now. If it weren’t for such strict discipline, he’d still be a clueless brat swinging a stick around like an idiot. Only strict rules and order made a boy a man, as strange as admitting it felt to him.

Just then, a young voice from somewhere further ahead interrupted Prussia’s thoughts. Someone was shouting something about… zombies? The albino’s eyes brightened, and his lazy stance instantly straightened. Did that mean there were zombies here? So close by? Fucking perfect, finally some action!

Grinning, Prussia grabbed his sword properly and dashed towards the training grounds. His run came to an abrupt stop however, when all he saw once there was a young boy beating up a defenseless straw doll. It took Prussia a while to process what was going on, and once he realized the zombie thing had been nothing but play-pretend, he couldn’t help but groan as he stuck his sword away.

“Oh, just some kid! Freaking damn, I was expecting some real action here!” Prussia complained out loud, not even trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. His gaze, however, was more fixed on the boy than he had anticipated. His fighting form, his enthusiasm, it kind of… reminded him of himself, when he was younger.

’Cept he had been a loot better.

“Hey, kid!” Prussia called out without really thinking. He needed something to do, and the guy looked like he’d stab himself in the eye any minute now if he didn’t get some help. “Put that thing away before you hurt yourself!”

He walked up to the boy, evaluating him with his stare. Short, skinny arms, keh, how had this guy survived up until now?

“You a groundskeeper?” Prussia asked, tilting his head. He had to be, no way anyone would stick a kid like that to fight in the frontlines. Kitchen’s where he belonged.

[[x] New Zealand]

(( early morning sounds good to me. ))

Hearding someone shouting behind him, New Zealand spinned around to find a taller nation with silver hair walk up to him. His eyes instantly lit up and his smile grew just a bit. He didn't recognize the country, but he was glad that he wasn't alone anymore. Playing all alone got boring really quickly.

Realizing that the taller man wanted him to put away the very sharp object in his hand, and not wanting to make the other country leave, he obeyed and put the dagger back in it's rightful place at his side. "You don't need to worry about me, I can handle a simple dagger. Of course, I'm not really used to using one, but I can learn really fast!"

"I'm not a groundskeeper, are you looking for one? This is a funny place to look for a groundskeeper. I know Spain is one, and he's really nice! You should meet him! I'm sure he could help you out with whatever you need. He should be inside the warehouse, maybe try the greenhouse. Who are you by the way? I don't think I've seen you before...are you new? Oh, and I'm New Zealand, it's nice to meet you!" He stretched his hand out for the silver haired man to shake.

[Prussia]

((Yeah, sorry for taking so long, school’s being a bitch… I’m now here though, and should be able to reply faster from now on~))

Prussia cocked his head approvingly when the smaller nation obeyed and put his weapon away. The guy might’ve not been all that remarkable a fighter, but at least he knew how to follow orders. No soldier could get far without respect for their elders. So definitely a good start, at least.

Well, up until the guy opened his mouth.

Time and time again Prussia tried to cut the other nation off, sometimes even raising an annoyed finger to try and make him shut up, but it seemed to be in vain; the other didn’t even seem to notice his attempts. God, all kids should come with a mute button.

“No, I wasn’t looking for one, I-,” Prussia sighed and grabbed the kid’s hand when he finally quieted down. He shook the hand absentmindedly and then slapped it away, frustrated. “I was insulting – you know what? Never mind, kid.” It really took the fun out of messing with someone when they didn’t realize you were doing it. But anyway, first things first… this kid didn’t know who he was? Fucking blasphemy!

“I’m the Great Kingdom of Prussia!” He declared, only to realize it… wasn’t quite right anymore. “Or was. Now I’m kinda… just part of West. But I’m still the most badass guy here! You know I was born to fight, right? I’ve been slaying things ever since I was your age! It’s thanks to me America’s as strong as he is; I was the one who trained him! And just a few days ago, I killed like twenty zombies with my bare hands- yeah! Just ripped ‘em right up and saved the day!”

Well, alright, it was more like he had ran away from a zombie hoard and managed to accidentally have a bunch of them fall into a frozen lake, but it was close enough. ‘Sides, kids needed rolemodels. He knew he definitely had when he had been young. He was just helping the poor brat out here!