Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Oct 18, 2012 13:45:18 GMT -6
Prussia hated school. He hated Rome. He hated West. He hated everyone. 'I am the Awesome Prussia!' He thought angrily to himself. 'How dare the bastard Rome treat me like this.' The albino grit his teeth and imagined his army crushing the crazy old man to dust. He ignored the voice in his head that sounded far too much like West reminding him that he no longer had an army. Prussia scowled and looked around for someone to hurt. Surely beating the snot out of someone else would make him feel better, it always had before. Fortunately there was no one around at the moment for Prussia to inflict his ire on, so unfortunately he decided to break something instead. Since he was just wandering the school he noticed a well placed Roman tapestry. Grinning the former nation pulled out a pen knife and went to work. He started with a few small cuts here and there then a long rip down the side, and he started fraying the edges. Sure it wasn't incredibly noticable but it made Prussia feel better, and of course he didn't want to just out right tear it to pieces...not only would Rome end up pissed but so would Prussia's own father Germania. Normally Gilbert wouldn't give a second thought to pissing people off but without his army he didn't think he stood a good chance against the old timers.
Pocketing the knife the former nation grumbled under his breath and scanned the hall way. There was nothing to do. A faint growling in his stomach decided his next course of action. Turn completely around he decided to head for the cafeteria. While it wasn't meal time Prussia was hungry and sure that he could break into the kitchens to grab a snack. Maybe if he was lucky one of the Italy's would be in there cooking and he could snatch some of their food. Not that Prussia wasn't an awesome cook, Prussia is awesome at everything. It's just that he was in the mood for Italian. Yeah, that's it. He was just in the mood for Italian. If Prussia was unlucky then the loser Britain would be in the kitchen and he would die from being in the same room as that freak's cooking. Shaking away the thoughts Gilbert smirked as he pushed open the door to the empty cafeteria. Feeling playful he ran toward a table and jumped high landing easily on the table top. “I am the awesome Prussia, suck it losers!” It felt good to say that again, if only there was someone cowering at his feet it would make it so much better!
Still smirking he hopped down and headed toward the double doors that lead to the kitchen area. He pushed them open easily and was surprised to see it empty, normally you could find at least one person milling around in the kitchen. Shrugging he turned toward the large icebox and pulled it open. Spotting a box of doughnut he crowed in triumph. “Awesome doughnuts for the awesome Prussia!” Pulling the box out and placing it on a near by counter he opened the box quickly and grabbed a doughnut. Ginning he hopped up on the counter near where he had placed the box and set out demolishing the box of treats, his mind on the past and pondering how to get his army back.
Pocketing the knife the former nation grumbled under his breath and scanned the hall way. There was nothing to do. A faint growling in his stomach decided his next course of action. Turn completely around he decided to head for the cafeteria. While it wasn't meal time Prussia was hungry and sure that he could break into the kitchens to grab a snack. Maybe if he was lucky one of the Italy's would be in there cooking and he could snatch some of their food. Not that Prussia wasn't an awesome cook, Prussia is awesome at everything. It's just that he was in the mood for Italian. Yeah, that's it. He was just in the mood for Italian. If Prussia was unlucky then the loser Britain would be in the kitchen and he would die from being in the same room as that freak's cooking. Shaking away the thoughts Gilbert smirked as he pushed open the door to the empty cafeteria. Feeling playful he ran toward a table and jumped high landing easily on the table top. “I am the awesome Prussia, suck it losers!” It felt good to say that again, if only there was someone cowering at his feet it would make it so much better!
Still smirking he hopped down and headed toward the double doors that lead to the kitchen area. He pushed them open easily and was surprised to see it empty, normally you could find at least one person milling around in the kitchen. Shrugging he turned toward the large icebox and pulled it open. Spotting a box of doughnut he crowed in triumph. “Awesome doughnuts for the awesome Prussia!” Pulling the box out and placing it on a near by counter he opened the box quickly and grabbed a doughnut. Ginning he hopped up on the counter near where he had placed the box and set out demolishing the box of treats, his mind on the past and pondering how to get his army back.
