shapeupship | Opening & mingling!

That guy was totally boring, wasn't he?! Fionna thought she'd fall asleep. "Prussen!" she said, correcting herself. That was a weird pronunciation. Then again, he came from somewhere she'd never heard of before. She held up the file folder. "I'm Fionna! I'm your warden, bro!"

It was a sad and common trait of the English people. They couldn't help it. If she ever met England -his England, not that weird fakey-fake England dragon ~~that she couldn't meet unless her mun felt like playercesting~~- then she would understand quickly where that Giles guy got it from.

"Wha...? No way! You're cute and tiny and a girl!"

Aw, and they were getting along so well. But the moment Prussia said girl, Fionna's mouth scrunched into a frown. "I'm not that tiny!" she huffed, balling her hand into a fist. "And I'm sure I've fought a lot more monsters than you!"

Okay, so she really wasn't super tiny. She did come up past his chest, though not quite chin height, which meant she wasn't really great armrest height. Not that he wasn't trying anyways!

"Ah, but Kaninchen, I was born to fight! So, maybe you have fought more monsters, but I doubt you've fought more in all than I have~"

What was Kaninchen? Was it a mean name? Fionna hoped he wasn't calling her something bad! Too bad Prince Gumball was here, because he would have been able to translate. This guy was German, right? Fionna didn't know where that was, but Gumball said he knew fluent German!

"I don't think so!" she said proudly, puffing out her chest. "I'm the hero of Ooo!"

It only means 'bunny'. Because of the hat. Of course, this metatextual translation does her no good, so let's move on with what she will be aware of.

Namely, Prussia's snickering laughter. "Th-the hero of Ooo?! Pffff! What kinda title is that?! Kesesesese!"

"What's so funny?" She huffed. Fionna reached up to grab Prussia by the collar of his uniform. If she was able to catch him, he'd notice that her grip was very strong. Otherwise, she just shoves him if he bats her hand away. "Ooo is the land I live in!"

GHK! Hey hey hey! Don't stretch his uniform! It might not be awesome, but it's the only clothes he's really got right now! "What kinda country name is Ooo?! That sounds more like something you'd hear in a silly girly romance novel. Like, swoony noises. 'Oooh, Mr Kirkland, oooh~' or some shit."

GAH WHY THE FUCK DID HE PICK THAT NAME OF ALL THE NAMES HE COULD HAVE USED. FUCK HIS LIFE.

Fionna gave him a harsh glare before releasing his shirt. "Look, pal, you may not like it but I'm your warden. And if you insult me, I won't be nice!" She made her point by poking Prussia in his chest as hard as she could with her one finger. "So be nice!"

"Yeah? And what's the hero of O~o~o~" -and yes, he does use the romance novel inflection- "gonna do about it if I'm not, huh?" Prussia scowled and poked her hard on the forehead, pushing her head back a bit. "I'll act however I damn well please! Not like I signed up for this shit anyways."

Ow! Fionna moved several steps back and covered her head. He picked a more vulnerable spot! "You're supposed to be good, you booger" she snapped as she opened the folder again. "It says right here that you did a lot of bad things, and if you wanna be at peace, you gotta shape up! And if you don't, I'll make you do chores! With my fist!"

Ohoho, she gets a folder on him, does she? Well, since she's being an obnoxious hero type about this -America would get on great with her- Prussia is just gonna... be more of a pain in the ass. And possibly something of a troll. Because he certainly doesn't appreciate being assigned some kid who just thinks that all he needs to do is be good to get out of here! People do bad things for reasons, and he tried to do the right things when he could!

"Did you, by any chance, read the file?! Give me that, I wanna see if they're even telling you things right or not!" Yeah, he's gonna swipe for the file. Totally ignoring that whole thing about chores. Like she could make him do things he doesn't want! (Ah, arrogance.)

She surrenders the manilla folder willingly. She knew several things about him already, like that he wasn't human, and that he'd lived for hundreds of years, fighting and taking over things. Basically, Prussia was a walking history book. He had information on humans, and that was something Fionna wanted very much, as she may have been the last human in all of Ooo.

"It doesn't really matter what they say. And I don't trust you to tell me the truth. You'll probably make up all kinds of bogus junk to fool me!" She keeps her angry tone all through that, and then reconsiders. "Look, I don't wanna be enemies. We're gonna be hanging out a lot, mister Prussen."

He didn't open the folder at that little declaration, instead choosing to just stare at her for a moment. "Right, like I'd really make up genocide." With that, he flipped open the folder to see just what they'd decided to tell her about him. Would be interesting if they hadn't put much detail in, especially about his most recent past.

"And no, we're not gonna be 'hanging out a lot'. I'm not playing by some stupid rules I didn't get a chance to agree to. So you can just go do whatever wardens do when they aren't threatening their charges, got it?"

She snatched back the folder, cringing at the word 'genocide.' It wasn't a word she liked to think about, hit too close to home for her. "So you're really gonna run with this whole bad guy thing?" That was when she got in a fighting stance and reached around into her backpack to pull out a pink sword. It was probably against the rules for a warden to fight with an inmate, but maybe Fionna could get Prussia to respect her a little.

"It's why I'm here, isn't it? Evil, warmonger Prussia leads his brother down a dark path that ends in the deaths of millons?" Not that it didn't hurt to hear that all the other nations blamed him for what West's government did. But at least his stupid little brother didn't get torn apart in the name of peace too.

The sword makes him grin. "Oh, now that's not fair! I didn't get sent here with a weapon." Which has never stopped him from fighting before, and won't now, but hey. Some heroes don't like unfair.

Fionna doesn't put the sword away, but she does feel bad for having to resort to it. She'd dealt with plenty of villains, but usually she just could kill them or lock them up. This was a situation where she wasn't allowed to fight, at least if she wanted her wish granted. And, boy, did she ever.

"Why would you do something like that?" she asks in regards to his first statement.

Hey, so long as that sword is between them, he's not going to be too much of an ass. And he's definitely not attacking first. It looks better for him that way, even if he loses some advantage in the actual fight (which he hates, but Old Man Fritz taught him the importance of strategy in winning wars). "Do what? Not come here with a weapon? No choice. Unfortunately."

Yeah, Prussia was being deliberately obtuse.

"That's not what I mean and you know it," Fionna said. She almost pouted at that point. After a moment she put her sword away. How did it fit in that little backpack? Magic? "I mean, why would you lead your brother into killing people?"

Score one for the awesome Prussian! He got her to put the sword away! And he was going to try to steal that backpack later, to figure out how it worked. "...Why not? War is fun, and my entire purpose is fighting them. A guy gets bored with endless paperwork, y'know. Never mind that his government didn't have a massive boner for paperwork even with the fighting, but..." Also, she should definitely hold onto her earlier assertion that she was going to take everything he said with a grain of salt.

In fact, she should look into taking out stock in a salt mine or something, because he was lying through his teeth right there. She may want to get another nation, if she meets one, to explain to her that they have to obey their bosses.

Fionna listens for a while, and grows increasingly angry. "War is not fun!" she finally blurted out. "War is what hurt earth in the first place!" she stubbornly kicked at the wall in frustration. This was harder than she thought it would be. So much for getting her easy wish.

"Fighting is too fun! If you didn't like it, would you carry that sword around all the time? No, no you wouldn't!" Not that fighting is necessarily war, though war is by definition fighting.

Well, fighting was fun. Fionna loved to run around in dungeons and kill things. But only evil things! "Of course I love fighting. Fighting bad guys! Monsters! Skanky Queens that try to kidnap the Princes! But I don't kill innocent dudes!"

Edited 2013-04-02 06:05 (UTC)

"Who says I'm the bad guy? Oh, right, the people who beat me in the war. Who I thought were my friends, but apparently it's alright for them to have empires and wipe cities off the map, but not me." Which is a bit more honest than some of what he's said before, so he'll nip that train of thought in the bud real fast if she tries to probe into it.

The statement causes Fionna to pause in thought. The files on Prussia hadn't mentioned that. It seemed like there was a lot of killing going on on earth before her time. She wasn't that surprised, though. Wars had always existed.

She looks down, scuffs at the ground with her foot. The human didn't know how to deal with this. "..."

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