gilbert—beilschmidt:

“‘ay shawty, I ain’t understandin’ a word ya sayin’! Ya gotta have swag in yo’ words! Then ya can be fly like me!”

Mind you, he’s saying all of this with passion.

[ Are you trying to KILL HIM? ]

[ After a moment he at least TRIED to speak though. ] “You.. What in the world are you DOING..!” [ He’s still visibly trying not to laugh and or cry right now. Can’t tell which. ]

(Source: the-freeloader)

gilbert—beilschmidt:

“HEY AUSTRIA! MY SWEET L’IL HOMEDAWG!”

“You….. I…. I—”

[ He ALMOST made a human response to that but he’s going to just cover his mouth and tremble while trying not to burst out into maniacal laughter. ]

(Source: the-freeloader)

[ Basically his reaction to Prussia right now. ]

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ne-moroz-menya:

As he was one of the nicer nations who didn’t yellmuch, Ukraine felt a little more relieved. While many had been kind to her, this place still gave her the chills with cameras watching everywhere.

“Yes… they took me here a long time ago… it’s been… perhaps maybe five months since they took me. Many other countries, including my brother, and your greatest… rival, if you call him that, have been dragged here as well.”

[ Even with little information regarding What might have been watching him and who might not have, Austria was spooked. Well, of course he was when he’d just been kidnapped a few days prior. Not many people, Spain obviously not counting by this point, would be able to relax in this situation. He didn’t expect that of the female nation either. ]

“Ah- It’s been that long..?” [ He could have sworn he’d seen her at a recent meeting however. He didn’t have time to question that however when a weird description of person ran came out from between the other’s lips and left him.. confused. ] ”.. Greatest.. rival..?” [ No, he has no idea who that’d be. ]

(Source: el-sol-de-conquistadora)

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gilbert—beilschmidt:

He wasn’t sure when the ground beneath his boots had become soft, instead of the hard cement he had grown accustomed to over the centuries. The air was different too, the scent of warfare — gunpowder, the sweet smell of sweat from soldiers, the stench of burning flesh — failed to register in the albino’s mind as he continued his usual walk, as if nothing was out of place. He had become so used to the smell back in the day that he no could no longer pay too much mind on it. Thus, it certainly did take a while for it to get through his thick skull that he wasn’t in Hive City anymore. Until he noticed a flag — an awesome flag, with a proud black eagle set on contrasting white cloth, flapping away in the wind. The long slender flagpole was held by an average sized man, not too large and not too small, before it was thrust into the earth with rage, followed by a painful scream of someone’s name — one overflowing with emotion. Rage, sadness, and frustration were in the mix, making the scream sound even more horrible.

“AUSTRIIIIAAAA!”

The strangest part was that he actually recognized that voice. It didn’t just end there either. The voice belonged to him, Prussia. And he knew the exact reason behind it. How couldn’t he? How could he ever forget the Battle of Kundersdorf? The wretched battle, the cruel battle, the one that almost took the life of Old Fritz away—!

The one that fueled his desire to tear down the fucking aristocrat!

A flood of images, pictures, memories spilled out into his consciousness. All of them were different, yet they were all connected by a single factor: a man with one of the warmest and most reassuring smiles; a fatherly figure. One that Prussia swore he would never forget, and that he would never take for granted. It didn’t matter that he didn’t like his king at first. What mattered the most was the bond he had shared with the most brilliant military strategist to ever walk this earth, and the reality that Frederick the II no longer had the pleasure of living.

And suddenly, the albino found himself staring down at the ground, knees buried deep in the dirt, his frame shaking uncontrollably. His vision was blurred, tears creating a thick haze over everything. The emotions he felt? They felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time. As if there were two conscious minds inside of him fighting for dominance as a peculiar sound started to reach his ears. What was it? What was that awful noise, splitting the air and spilling out eeriness?

“The awesome me…heheheh…won’t forgive you… Kesese… hahahahaha….”

[ How did anything end up this way..? The day had begun normally save for one thing, Austria was leaving his apartment for the second time since he’d arrived there. As someone with a bad sense of direction of course he’d avoid this kind of thing massively. Wandering around an unfamiliar town in search of places he’d never been to before, wasn’t sure how to locate or even had a map to help guide him to was almost like begging to become hopelessly lost.. and for him of all people especially. He got lost in his own house for gods sake! Still, he put on a coat and a scarf anyways and left the place. Why? For Germany. Everyone he had asked prior, Hungary, Spain, Prussia even.. none of them knew anything more than he did about why they were there. By this point he was half sure he couldn’t even rely on Germany to help him out, but if anyone was most likely to know it was the brute. They were just as work obsessed as he was. ]

[ The moment he stepped outside however, he noticed something was off. No, everything was off. He had stepped foot into another city the moment he’d left the complex. Wide stone buildings and brick-tiled roads resembled nothing of the bright massive city he’d been in the last few weeks. For a moment, he was positive he was dreaming, though he’d never lucidly dreamed before.. still, one didn’t simply disappear from one side of the map and appear on the other, seeing as this was— ] “Wien..?” [ -if he wasn’t wrong. This looked strikingly similar to the capital. Disturbingly so when he was nowhere near Austria the last he’d checked. He hesitated even taking another step forward into this for obvious reasons, but as he moved back a bit, something reached his ears. Obnoxious and overly loud, he couldn’t not recognize it.. It was Prussia’s.. but this was slightly different. The yell, much like the first time he’d heard it, sent chills down his spine. ]

“AUSTRIIIIAAAA!”

[ He was positive this was.. at the very least.. a nightmare he wasn’t quite sure how to get out of. He’d wanted to forget this day and the war in general hadn’t happened for far too many reasons. ] “Prussia?” [ As if that feeling wasn’t bad enough, the country wasn’t out of sight. The area of town seemed to be deserted if not for that one figure that kept to their knees, hardly visible but obvious just how it looked like even from this distance. He felt the slightest urgency to run, but found himself instead approaching the male.. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t admit he was worried, but he certainly couldn’t deny it either. ] “You-..” [ Seeing the other simply collapsed to their knees wasn’t a common sight, after all. ]

frying-pan-warrior:

[/Hungary still kept her smile on. Not even the thought of being rude had ever occurred to her when she was with Austria. After the many years they had been together, as well as helping him out back at home, she did not mind helping him out in a time of need.]

“Well, I’m sure you’re more familiar about this place then myself, Mister Austria. Do you understand what’s been going on here? Or at least why did they pick us out one by one to come into this city?” [/Her eyes gave a curious look, longing for a sort of answer to all this. She couldn’t help to be curious. She couldn’t have been the only one curious to know the real answer.] 

[ His smile however faded rather quickly at the question he really couldn’t answer with anything that would please the young lady. ] ”.. I don’t, actually.” [ A simple reply, and he lowered his head with a bit of an apologetic look. He was always oddly soft when it came to Hungary. She was, and probably always would be one of the few people he never spoke rudely to. ]

“I haven’t been here much longer than you have, and none of the other countries were able to tell me anything I didn’t already know.” [ He said that with a light sigh. ]

gilbert—beilschmidt:

“You’ve surprised the awesome me! You’ve gotten better at not becoming an unawesome mess of blushes and stutterings of ‘F-F-FOOL!’ Kesesese! Alright! You win!”

Have a hearty smack to the back before he begins stroking the amazing ahoge on your head, Austria. Mind you, the expression on his face is one of utter adoration and infatuation. ”But one thing hasn’t changed! Mariazell is still as awesome as ever!”

“Y—-“ [ TWITCH. ] “You FOOL! I was never like that..!” [ Not in the past few hundred years at least. Austria how many times can you say the word Fool in one conversation…. Though, he was rather surprised they were giving up. Mocking him while doing it but still giving up all the same. ]

“And stop pulling on Mariazell!” [ He didn’t care if the part of his hair he’d named was congratulated and adored or not. He didn’t want it to be pulled on by anyone. It hurt among other things. ]