Post by PRUSSIA on Feb 7, 2011 18:36:36 GMT -7
I leaned my head against the oak desk, groaning slightly. Yet again, Austria was nagging me. The stupid music-loving aristocrat. I hadn't bothered listening to his rants, but something told me that it had to do with Holy Rome.
I loved the kid like a brother, and I wanted to teach him what I knew. It was really my duty as Germania's eldest (and most awsome) son to take care of him. Not that nimwit Austria.
I heard a knock on the door and I lifted my head. "Who is it?" I half-growled, half-grumbled. I really wasn't in the mood to chit-chat. Maybe... Maybe of was time to humiliate Austria again?
((I am sorry it is not much... I am having a case of writers block and a case of "too-much-going-on-and-no-time-for-anything-else"...))
I loved the kid like a brother, and I wanted to teach him what I knew. It was really my duty as Germania's eldest (and most awsome) son to take care of him. Not that nimwit Austria.
I heard a knock on the door and I lifted my head. "Who is it?" I half-growled, half-grumbled. I really wasn't in the mood to chit-chat. Maybe... Maybe of was time to humiliate Austria again?
((I am sorry it is not much... I am having a case of writers block and a case of "too-much-going-on-and-no-time-for-anything-else"...))
