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The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Well, we need to have some sides. Given everything, it'll probably be people who want to stop America's influence in other countries (Claiming it's negative and causes wars) and those who support him. It can't just be Russia who thinks the Middle East was America's fault, after all. England would probably side with Russia since many people in the UK think America's influence is a negative thing (46%, I think)

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

"I'd love to!" Iceland replied with a smile as he made his way over to the group. Yes, this was plenty. It would just be seen as a harmless drink, not as him making allies. After all, he would go drinking with anyone. Even… Even England. The young nation watched the tiny woman walk away before pausing as Denmark's words rang out. He and England did not exactly enjoy one another. The invasion and the Cod Wars had ruined any chance of the two nations getting along like friends. He didn't even try to hide it; England made him very uncomfortable. But maybe he could try to fix that.
"I still have business," She started, half turning towards the group as her cane came to rest on the ground. Before she could finish, Iceland jogged forward and reached out, grabbing her by the wrist.
"Nah," He replied, deciding to use this opportunity to try to repair their relationship. Besides, England seemed so boring and dull and completely business-focused. She could do with a bit of fun. "It'll be fun." With that, he started to pull her back over to the small group. While she did look baffled and stared at him with a frown, she didn't protest being taken back over to the group until Iceland had let go of her, at which point she took a few steps backwards and stared at the Nordic nation.
"Please do not do that in the future," She muttered as she turned her gaze down to stare at the wrist he had grabbed. Obviously, this would not be an easy mend to their friendship. But, thankfully, it was not as bad as France and England or Russia and America.

"Exactly," Prussia responded with an approving nod. France understood why he wanted to make haste. He didn't want to have to spend all his money on beer when he could get some at his brother's house for free. Money was precious to him now that he wasn't a country. He couldn't just blow through it but instead had to be cautious. "We've got to get there faster than him so we can at least steal the beer and run." His gaze turned to Spain as she pouted, saying something that he had to assume was about a nap. Oh right, she took naps a lot, didn't se? He smiled and pulled her a bit closer, patting her on the shoulder with the hand looped around her. "Don't worry, I make a great pillow. Germany always fell asleep on my lap when he was really small!" Plus, he wouldn't be doing that much sleeping anyway. He had been sleeping all throughout the day and got up only to come to the World Meeting. He was wide awake and probably would be all night, provided he didn't drink himself into a coma. That was very likely to happen, actually. At the mention of his boniness, Prussia blinked several times before finally turning his head around to look at France. "Hmm?" He asked, a smile on his face. As the Kingdom Prussia, he had grown used to situations where he was heavily outclassed. Old Fritz had really brought him through some tough battles where it seemed like he would've lost. But he had been taught that the best way to win was to pretend there was nothing wrong. Even if the enemy heavily outmatched you in terms of force and numbers, getting scared was just like giving up. Even better was using his strategies in terms of talking. By ignoring and avoiding the subject with work arounds, people usually gave up and didn't press whatever issue they were trying to talk about. They just forgot, eventually.

Admittedly, he didn't like avoiding the subject with his friends but it was really not a subject he wanted to get into. He just wanted to pretend everything was still fine and they could party like they always did. These were his friends! Maybe he was trying to live in the past but either way, he didn't want to concern them. They didn't need to deal with his problems on top of their own. "I didn't quite catch th-That's the station, right?" he lifted his arm away from France to point ahead of them. He gestured them forward as he started to walk more quickly towards where the trains departed and arrived from. "Quickly, we don't want to miss our train if it's already there! We wouldn't be able to steal any of Germany's beer if we miss it!"

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"I'm not an abomo-whatever," Prussia retorted as he stuck out his tongue. So maybe he wasn't the smartest one of them and his vocabulary wasn't so large but he just never cared to try hard at that sort of thing anyway. He was too busy bashing skulls. "I'm exactly at the height everyone should be at. The rest or the world is either too tall or too small. But I'm absolutely perfect, in height and everything else." He placed his hand on his chest as he lifted his chin up. He was rather known for this stance as it followed many a boast about how perfect he was. Chest puffed out, hand resting there and chin up so he could pretend to look down on people. Sometimes, the effect was diminished slightly since he had to climb onto a chair to properly look down on people. That just looked silly but he did it often anyway.

When their three was suddenly made more, Prussia frowned and shook his head. He actually wasn't that interested in Danish beer. Rather, they had to get to Germany's before Germany himself got back. He wrapped his arms around his two friends' shoulders and began trying to lead them away. "We've got business to talk about, actually," he replied with a smile. "We'll meet up with the rest of you in a bit." And by a bit, he meant much later. They needed to depart for Germany very quickly.

"My flight home isn't until tomorrow," Iceland declared as he stepped out of the meeting place. Drinking with everyone would be fine, right? Now that there was no longer obvious fighting going on, he was not as shy or turtle-like. "If everyone's going drinking, I'd love to go. It'll be a fun way to pass time until I need to go back." He was pushed aside as England made her exit, walking slowly down the stairs, her cane lightly tapping against each step. She glanced sideways at the group of three mischievous nations nearby then shook her head disapprovingly and continued to walk away, minding her own business.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

For sure. It would drag on too much if we didn't shorten it at least a little.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

"We only did that because you didn't bring enough money!" Prussia replied as he rubbed the top of the woman's head affectionately. It was a happy memory and even if he jokingly berated her, it was pleasant to think back to their many misadventures. Where had the time gone? He had been sleeping late, wandering around in the middle of the night and just doing nothing. If he recalled, it had been several months since he had last seen Spain and he had hardly been on Skype since then. It felt good to be back with his friend.

The white-haired nation looked up and squinted as a familiar voice sounded from the stairs. A slightly blurred form came close and joined the 'cuddle-puddle', as Spain called it and, as he drew closer, the blurs turned out to be France. Now both of his friends had appeared. The three mischievous musketeers were finally back together! And while Prussia did not mind the kiss on the cheek, the talk about his height was too much. It was like when he was littler and everyone felt the need to address him by putting their hands on their knees and squatting slightly. But France was his friend and the jokes were all in good nature so he didn't kick him between the legs like he did when other people insulted him.

"You're just a giant!" Prussia exclaimed back, raising his hands to push France's chin off his head. When the topic of beer was brought up again, he gave his two friends a warm smile. "Yeah, but this is Denmark," he replied as he moved his hand away from Spain to wiggle his finger in exclamation. "If you want proper alcohol, we've got to go back to Germany. More specifically, Germany's house! He's always got extra beer and wine and other stuff so he wouldn't notice if we drank some. And then, we won't have to pay! It sounds good, ja?" He beamed at the two of them, thinking it to be a rather clever idea. Germany could always get more beer. He was always getting more beer. Who cared if they took some?

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And he doesn't tell Germany when he comes over either, Germany just walks in to find him sleeping on the couch or wakes up and Prussia's making eggs in the kitchen.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

It's up to you. He either would live with Germany or he'd have a teeny apartment. It would set up for some comedy either way since he could either drink all of Germany's beer if he lives there, or shows up drunk on his doorstep if he doesn't.

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Tossing the pebble about in the cold was not the best fun he had but it was the best he could do. He had sort of just shown up and, quite frankly, didn't even knew if his brother knew he had shown up. He had not arrived with Germany but just appeared to see if he could meet someone to have some fun with. Of course, he had forgotten how long these things tended to take now. In the past, World Meetings had been so much shorter. It only took a few minutes for someone to declare war and tackle another nation across a table. A small smirk formed on the white-haired man's face as he thought back to the good, good times he had. It was a simpler time and a much more pleasant one.

"Prus!"

The rock fell past his hand as he was assaulted quite suddenly by a small yet powerful girl. Had she not grabbed him firmly by the waist, he probably would have crashed to the ground from the force of her running straight into him. "Spain!" Prussia exclaimed before several loud cracks came from his back. It took ever fibre of Prussia's being not to cry out in pain in the affectionate yet agonizing hug. But he was unable to help cringing all the same. He didm;t mention it at all since it made him uncomfortable to admit such a weakness but he wasn't as durable as other nations. He hurt and bruised much more easily in an almost pitiful way. Sure he was more durable than a mere human but when it came to the other nations, he just couldn't compare.

"Aw, man!" He managed to say, trying to twist about in her grip so he could properly return the hug. Being around Spain was really what he needed right now. He had been stuck in a very bad trench of late with the light at the end getting dimmer and dimmer. But he had barely seen Spain for five seconds and he was already feeling better. Not completely healed but better all the same. Any improvement was appreciated. "It's been so long! You've got to come back to Germany with me so we can get some proper beer. Was France in there too or is it just us this time?" He didn't even consider the possibility she could be busy with actual duties because, hey, they always made time for each other. That was just how they worked. But even if France was a no-show, he was fine. He just wanted to spend time with his friends.

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England glanced over at America as he berated her for London's weather. Honestly, it wasn't that bad. If anything, it was consistent. It was consistently rainy, that was all. But insulting her food was all she could take. "There is nothing wrong with English food," She snapped immediately, staring at America as her cane irritably tapped against the ground. Fish and chips were absolutely delightful, as were other foods. So France had a little tastier food. But hers was still perfectly fine. "At least I have my own food. You just claim other nation's foods and claim it is your own."

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

World Meeting this, World Meeting that. Sometimes, he wanted to poke his head in and see what they were talking about in there. But the last time he had done that, England had hissed at him that he didn't belong in there. He wasn't a nation anymore, she said. And she was right. But that did the beg the question of why he was still here. Everyone had expected him to just disappear as soon as he was formally dissolved. That's what usually happened or was thought to happen since all of those other nations no longer existed. Great nations like Rome and Greece disappeared and never came back. But instead, he just lingered behind, to the annoyance of many and confusion of him. He puffed out his cheeks slightly as a long, slow sigh escaped past his lips. Lifting up a small pebble from the ground outside the building the other nations were assembled in, he began to toss it up and down. Spain and France were there, right? Maybe he could round them up and have some fun. Not actual fun, of course, since fighting was strictly forbidden now and he couldn't just waltz down the street and beat the shit out of whoever looked at him funny. But something along those lines, maybe involving some violence and rage. He walked back and forth in front of the building, pacing slightly and generally disturbing the regular humans to walked by. He did look rather suspicious with his squinting and throwing the pebble up and down. Plus, the white hair and red eyes tended to make people double take. It wasn't a problem now as much as it was in the past.

England opened her mouth to respond to France with another, possibly more snarky remark. But when the meeting took an unexpected turn towards actual efficiency, she hesitated. It was good that they had somehow gotten back on the right track and she did not want to be the one to ruin it. So she forced her mouth closed, digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands to help her resist the temptation of berating France once more. She'd pay him back in kind, certainly. Just as soon as the meeting ended or fell back into disarray. Whichever came first.

Trying not to focus on him at the moment, she turned her head to listen to the conversation about beaches and tourism. Luckily, tourists rarely came to her for beaches. It wasn't exactly what she was known for. But Vatican's speaking caught her attention more as she tilted her head to observe his careful words. People were worried. But people would always worry, it was their nature. All they had to do was prevent a war and their worries would be for nothing. It seemed like a simple enough task but, in actuality, it was much more difficult. They already had their jaw's around each other's throats and only one of them needed to bite. That was how it always had been. "I think the next meeting should be in London," She declared as her hand shifted to her cane and she used both it and the arm of the chair to help her stand up. "That ended more quickly than I imagined considering the circumstances."

Iceland listened in silence as the meeting drew to a close then silently set about zipping up his bag. Thankfully, nobody seemed too offended by his volcano comment. He just couldn't bear dealing with his people getting involved in a war, especially not following a volcanic eruption. It would be hard getting through it on his own but it was better than being invaded and overrun by people. Lava could be diverted and channeled away, even cooled. People were much harder to deal with.
He held his empty Skyr container tightly in one hand while his other lifted his back up onto one shoulder. He pushed his chair back in with a leg then looked about the room briefly before turning to Denmark. There was no war now and no volcanic eruption. He could still be somewhat sociable. Moreover, he needed a trash can and didn't see one in the room. "Could you point me to the nearest trashcan? I don't see one in here."

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Username: pudding
Country Name: Prussia
Human Name: Luther Schwartz
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Birthday: 1190 (As the Teutonic knights)
Appearance: Prussia actually has albinism of the type OCA1a, which means he cannot develop any pigment in his body. This gives him a very unique look among nations and people alike, as he has very pale skin and translucent hair. In the past, Prussia kept his hair tied back in a pony tail and allowed it to stay somewhat long but in recent times, he has taken to cutting it off himself. This has given him a messy look as his hair falls in various lengths between his chin and shoulders. He's shorter than Germany despite being his older brother, being only 5'7" and not nearly as muscular. In fact, Prussia is very thin and not nearly as muscular as Germany with a generally bony body. He usually just steals Germany's clothes since all of his are old uniforms from when he was still a country. He actually needs to wear glasses since he has bad vision but he doesn't really care for them so he doesn't wear them. Instead, he just squints a lot.
Personality: Prussia is a bloodlust-filled solider. He was raised on fighting and still craves the rush of fighting against a good, strong opponent. But, unfortunately, he is also dated. Ever since he was officially dissolved, Prussia found himself in a state of depression with no actual purpose. He's become lethargic with little self esteem. From this, he began his rebellious stage, trying to cover his negative feelings and loneliness with acts of mischief and mayhem. He's easy to anger and tends to act haughty and arrogant to cover up how he really feels. He's very defensive about his real emotions and doesn't confide in others very often since he views it as a sign of weakness. Usually, in an attempt to hide this, he just boasts about himself and how impressive and amazing he is. He does have a small caring side and looks out for his 'little' brother, Germany. He's taken to trying to 'modernize' himself by spending long periods of time on the Internet and, as a result, has adopted many modern phases and speaks in memes.
Weaknesses:
-He was technically abolished and lacks the physical strength an actual nation has
-As a nation without an actual area to call his own, he has trouble seeing why he should even get out of bed
-He fears injuries since he isn't sure if he'll be reborn again.
Strengths:
-He is very good at using Maneuver warfare and has been fighting since his early years
-He's got tons of free time on his hands to do whatever he wants.
Likes: Germany, France, Spain, adventures, fighting, the Internet
Dislikes: The fact he isn't a nation anymore, Russia, people who look down at him.
Other: He's been avoiding World Meetings since he's no longer a nation and 'Doesn't feel like attending'. He still waits outside for his friends, though. His catchphrase is constantly changing but, at the moment, he's really taken to "Yo, fuck that"