shapeupship | Opening & mingling!

He pinched the bridge of his nose. What kind of nonsense was he mumbling about now? "Of course I know who you are. I've known you for centuries." Prussia crossed his arms stubbornly. He wasn't even going to begin to respond to the idea that he wouldn't also know his human name. "You're England. Sometimes Arthur, but always England."

Why was he even continuing this? He hadn't even tried to get him to huff out smoke again...

Don't worry, Gilbert. You would see him puff out smoke plenty of times. The blond looked up and dropped his arm.

"You couldn't've known me for centuries. We only met last year." A pause. "That is, if you're my Gilbert." The Gilbert he knew. Arthur was having some suspicions now, and if they were right, then that would make his heartbreak a little more palatable.

"Well, the England I know doesn't puff out smoke unless he's got a cig in his mouth, so you're kinda coming up really suspicious to me." Plus, he was certain his England would be giving him an earful about wearing that wretched uniform around.

"And the Gil I know knows how much I hate being called that..." Arthur closed his eyes. He looked sad for a moment, but then relieved, as though a whole load of heavy bricks had been knocked off his shoulders. "We must not be from the same world."

"...Wunderbar." Well, that was settled. Meant he didn't have to worry about going out of his way to avoid this England, but he had no intentions of going out of his way to spend time with him either. Though, one thing was nagging him, as he headed to throw his trash away and put the dishes to be washed. "But it's your name, right? Why don't you want him using it?"

Arthur followed after Gilbert... No, Prussia. Because he didn't have anywhere else to go. Yet. And he felt attached to him. They sort of knew each other, but not really. "B-because... It's... Well, I don't like it." He looked away, ashamed of something.

He rinsed the dishes out as he considered that. What a waste of food, but it wasn't that good anyways. "What about me? Can I call you England or is that bad?" He might do it anyways, even if England doesn't like it. Just to reinforce the idea that he isn't the Gilbert this guy knows. And as much as he's always been fond of his human name, it seems easier to insist on being Prussia.

"I'd prefer if you not," Arthur replied, still keeping his head bowed. "Everyone else will call me Arthur. That is my name." But it wasn't as though he could stop Gi- Prussia. Dammit, he was upset again. He wondered, though, if Gilbert had survived, or had at least gone to a better place. As awful as it was, Arthur would have loved to have some company.

Hmmm. What was with this guy? He stepped close, until Arthur would be staring at his polished jackboots unless he brought his head up, then just... reached out to grab his chin and tilt his head up forcibly if he continued to look down. "England's also your name, though, right? Or else you'd think I was crazy calling you that." Though maybe Arthur's world is more different than he's already figured out, since Arthur doesn't seem to recognise what his uniform represents.

He was testing Art, poking and prodding at what weaknesses he could see, because he wanted to know why Arthur had seemed so upset by his earlier words. Was he involved with his Gilbert...? Then it could only be better to reinforce they were different.

This Gilbert was even taller than the one in the other world. And his eyes were the same color, but they looked harsher, not filled with the student's childlike excitement. Arthur stared back at him, not wanting to show any weakness. He was a monster, after all. He snorted smoke from his nose again.

"It's my other name, yeah. So don't call me that, and I'll call you Prussia." Shite, this was depressing. He was depressed. He wanted to go back to his room and curl up in bed.

His eyes gained a spark of interest at that smoke. Where did it come from? Ahhhh so many things he wanted to know the answers to; it wasn't fair! But, he released Arthur's chin. "Oh come on, like the awesome me is gonna obey that kind of threat? Gilbert's my human name, so it's not like I don't answer to it plenty already." He went to pat him on the head if he didn't move away.

Poke. Poke. Annoy, pester, bother, come on, react. England's buttons were way easier to push, but then, he knew England better. This guy just had his face, name, and voice.

All this petting and poking doesn't seem to bother him. At least, not for a few seconds. Finally, he growls, eyes turning reptilian, and he turns his head to catch the side of Prussia's hand in his mouth. He doesn't bring out his fangs. Not yet. But there is a warmth behind his mouth, coming from the pit of his stomach, somewhere.

...WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK?!

Th-those eyes... they're enough to send a jolt of fear up his spine before he remembers that he is dead, and even if he weren't, he's too awesome to be afraid of something like that.

But Arthur is... definitely not human.

.................Curiousity killed the cat, and Prussia's no cat, so he just uses his free hand to try to lift one of Arthur's eyelids even further, to get a more complete look at that eye. "Whoa, awesome. Like a lizard or snake or some shit."

Wait why are you touching his eyelids. Arthur releases Prussia's hand, showing off fangs when he opens his mouth. No, he's not human.

But his eyes become normal at the country's outburst. Prussia was excited, just the way Gilbert was when he found out what Arthur really was. That wasn't too long ago, and it saddens him. Egh. He takes a step back. He didn't mean to attack Prussia's hand. He felt comfortable around him enough to want to play, even though he shouldn't have. This wasn't Gilbert, not his Gilbert.

"Dragon," he corrects, and then turns to leave again.

"Dragon..." Wow. That was so awesome! Especially those fangs. They looked like they could bite right through him! Which was also awesome.

He wanted to pursue this, push Arthur further, because he was just so damn interesting, but considering he hadn't wanted to speak to him earlier -admittedly, due to a case of mistaken identity-, it would probably be way too odd for him to keep on following and talking to him. Daaaamniiiiit. His curiousity was so piqued it had climbed all the way to the top of Mt Everest and stuck a flag up there claiming that peak in the name of Prussian curiousity!

"Kesesese! Awesome! Well, then, England, I'll see you around!" He patted Arthur on the shoulder roughly before heading for a different exit.

Arthur spun around to stare at Gilbert incredulously. Augh! Was he really going to call him England? That was so... insulting! He huffs again, eyes flashing. "No, you won't!" It wouldn't be easy avoiding him, but Arthur didn't want that guy messing with him, especially now that he knew what Arthur was. But a part of Arthur didn't want Prussia to stay away, because he was comforting... Until he opened his mouth. ERGH SO FRUSTRATING!

He grinned his most awesome and amazing and swoon inducing grin at Arthur. "Yes I will! This ship isn't so big you can avoid me forever!" And he wanted to keep pestering the dragon, because that was so cool! He'd never met a dragon! Had his England ever met one? He talked about unicorns and faeries and okay wow that was making him unawesomely homesick so he wasn't going to keep thinking that.

GOSH THIS GUY MADE HIM FRUSTRATED.

Okay. No. Why would Prussia do that? He must have known that would get under Arthur's skin! He grit his teeth in frustration, but that did nothing to stop the blushing. What a jerk! He was nothing like Gilbert, and yet... Rrrrgh! Arthur turned on his heel and left the cafeteria through the opposite side.

LIFE IS HARD AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS.

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ooh mister prussia ooh