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[::madlyhazel]

@Lucky- Prussia... You just don't look right with your hair combed back like that. |D

@Feliks- All I can say is that Gilbo seems excited throughout the entire thing. But, then again, he usually is. *Shrug*

[Bovidae]

@Iggy All I can say is that Vash looks really irritated throughout the entire thing. Then again, he always is.

[answrs]

@Lucky
I know, I have it on my Zen. But you insisted they were all german shepards. :L

(Also - Russiacat Winter = 3/4 finished. all I have to do is fur/shading. Blood's all done. It was fuuuuuuuuuuun to draw. XD)

(I've edited this way too much)

Gil cosplays as Luddy. XD

[starsinherwake]

@Iggy & Answrs: For a sec, I thought he WAS Luddy. XD

But, still, I guess you could count this as Germany cosplaying Prussia.

Also, IRL.

[answrs]

OH HEY LOOK I FINISHED.
Warning: very bloody. XD

[Lore-heika]

Children's Story #3. The Three Little Pigs. Enjoy.



Once upon a time, as all stories similarly begin, there lived three little pigs. The three were the closest of friends, and together, they left their parents' houses to acquire their own land and start life anew. One day, the three chose three identical acres of land, all right next to the other, upon which to construct their houses...

Enter Bad Pig Trio

France: Ohonhonhon~! At last, my friends, we have come to buy our own land!
Spain: Yeah, and it only cost us Ludwig's private yacht!
Prussia: Kesesese! And by the time he notices, it'll be too late. *stretches* So, what the hell are we supposed to build houses out of, France's past lovers? Hey, there'd be enough to cover a four-story mansion...
France: I do not know, mon ami. But mine shall be the best by far, I assure you.
Prussia: You're on, Frenchy!

And so, the three "pigs" set to work, each taking to their own plots of land and trying to take on the other, regardless of whatever measures may be necessary to do so.

But, as it was, Germany did, eventually, learn of his yacht's disappearance through means of a vulgar sticky note on the fridge with Prussia's handwriting.

Prussia: Kesesese! I'm so awesome sometimes that I have a hard time believing it myself. But whatever. Building a house out of these old things... Pure genius. Pfft, and that dorky neighbor of mine, Austria, makes his house out of straw? Psh, cheap &@$!@%#...

Enter Big Blonde Wolf

Germany: GILBERT! Let me in! * knocks on door*
Prussia: Make me, West! I'd like to see you try getting through these defenses!
Germany: ... What defenses?! Your house is made out of wursts!
Prussia: I know! Aren't you quaking in your pants at the sheer awesomeness?
Germany: I-I'm not kidding, Prussia! Open up! Don't make me force myself in! You lost my yacht!
Prussia: Did not!
Germany: Then where is it?!
Prussia: ... At some used sea transport shop...
Germany: ... What?! That's it!
Prussia: Yeah? Whatcha gonna do, Westy Wolf?
Germany: Eat through your house.

The wolf did precisely that, and ate himself a hole through the wall. Thankfully, Gilbert had done the same in another wall, and narrowly escaped. The albino "pig" scurried down the pathway, knocking fervently on France's door until the Frenchman let him inside.

Prussia: West's finally lost it! He's gonna #*%@ing eat me!
France: *shuts door* Ah, here he comes, mon ami...
Germany: Little pigs, little pigs, better let me in quick!
France: Not by the hair on my-
Prussia: Augh, don't even go there, Francis...!
France: ... I was going to say "chiny chin chin"...
Germany: ... Whatever. Open up, or I'll blow your house down!
Prussia: Blow it down? Pfft, as if, West! Ahh... Oi, France? Why does your house smell so good?
France: Ah, because it is made of rose petals, mon ami!
Prussia: *long hard stare* ... rose petals...?!. You effin' IDIOT!
France: Oui. I was going to make it out of condoms, but that-
Germany: *huffs, puffs, and blows house over* Now, I'm g-

Yet again, Prussia and France managed to escape, through a back door placed for emergencies such as these. It wasn't long before they arrived on Spain's doorstep, desperately knocking and throwing themselves inside as the Spaniard shut the door behind them.

Spain: Eh? What's going on, you two?
Prussia: West picked the wrong time to PMS, that's what.
Spain: ... I thought Germany was male... D:
Prussia: Think again.
Spain: But we've gone swimming together before! He has a-
Germany: Alright, Gilbert! Enough is enough, &@%# you! I want my yacht back! And then I want your head!
Prussia: Who WOULDN'T want my head? It's awesome. And hot. Carved by God himself.
France: You wish...
Germany: Open the door, or I'll force myself in again!
Spain: Oh, Germany! You're just in time for churros! *pulls out churro basket* And then I can get you some ibuprofen, if you want.
Germany: ... Ibuprofen...? Prussia, WHAT did you tell him...?
Spain: It's okay, Ludwig! It happens to every girl once she hits a certain time in her life.
Germany: ... You mean he said that...? That's it!

The wolf blew with all his might, intaking a large inhale and letting loose a gusting blow of air. However, much to the amazement of the three pigs, the house did not budge.

Prussia: Dang, Spain! What did you...?
France: Your house is made of...?
Germany: *bites hole in wall* Augh, disgusting! Tomatoes? Who in their right mind makes a- oh, right... Right mind... A-Anyway, I'm still getting inside!
Spain: ... You... Bit a hole... in my wall? *grabs batle axe*
France: Erm... Spain, mon ami... You can't kill Germany now.
Prussia: Yeah! We're supposed to burn his @$$ in a pot first! Because he comes down the chimney... Like Santa.
Spain: ... *opens door* I'm coming, Santa! You're full of goodies, aren't you? Can I split you in two and find out? ^.^ *chases*
Prussia: ... Isn't that a piñata...? Not Santa... And not West...
France: And aren't piñata's Latin American?
Prussia: Hell if I know... So... *grabs basket* Churros?

And the cries of West Wolf could be heard for miles. It wasn't until the Big Blonde Wolf crossed the border into Red Riding Hood's forest that he could be illegally safe. At least, until Red Riding Hood discovered him...

This story and its morals, for the less competent:
• Never build a house out of wurst, tomatoes, or rosepetals. Chances are, it will end badly.
• Remember, kids- never sell your brother's yacht and leave him a crude note on the fridge regarding it.
• Churros solve everything.

... I don't know. I honestly dunno anymore...

Anyway...

@Answrs- I tried the link... It forbade me from entering... •.•;
Maybe the link is faulty...?
I wanna see, though!

@Lucky- Ahh~, your English project... XD
Words cannot describe what I am thinking right now. Splendid job. ;D

And also... Prussia, your hair... I do not approve of this combed back look. It does not work on you... D:
At least, with the personality.

[Reindeerpoo]

Not that this concerns any of you- at all-
My sis's fav is Luddy, mine; Gilbert. and I used ot comb my hair back like my sister did in second grade- O^O I looked like a FREAKING NERD.
And Kap'n looks like a fem Lithuania~ ahahaha

[Lore-heika]

... This. Germany's facial expression, combined with the dance... XD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKSIxHvc1Bs

[FranceIt]

@Lore: .................... /long stare/ O.O
/pretends not to have seen that video/

Interesting story by the way xD
Big blonde wolf... /giggle

I have just been informed that I'll be going to OMSI (Oregon Museum of Science and Industry).
I must fix up Lil' America and Lil' Russia so they can go be in the spaceship.
Husky-chan says she shall be bringing her Little Spain too.
Lil' Spain in space :0
Sounds catchy... /shot

[starsinherwake]

Germany: I-I'm not kidding, Prussia! Open up! Don't make me force myself in! You lost my yacht!
Prussia: Did not!
Germany: Then where is it?!
Prussia: ... At some used sea transport shop...
Germany: ... What?! That's it!
...
....
...
...Prussia: West's finally lost it! He's gonna #*%@ing eat me!
France: *shuts door* Ah, here he comes, mon ami...
Germany: Little pigs, little pigs, better let me in quick!
France: Not by the hair on my-
Prussia: Augh, don't even go there, Francis...!
France: ... I was going to say "chiny chin chin"...
Germany: ... Whatever. Open up, or I'll blow your house down!
Prussia: Blow it down? Pfft, as if, West! Ahh... Oi, France? Why does your house smell so good?
France: Ah, because it is made of rose petals, mon ami!
Prussia: *long hard stare* ... rose petals...?!. You effin' IDIOT!
France: Oui. I was going to make it out of condoms, but that-
Germany: *huffs, puffs, and blows house over* Now, I'm g-

Spain: Eh? What's going on, you two?
Prussia: West picked the wrong time to PMS, that's what.
Spain: ... I thought Germany was male... D:
Prussia: Think again.
Spain: But we've gone swimming together before! He has a-
Germany: Alright, Gilbert! Enough is enough, &@%# you!
Spain: Oh, Germany! You're just in time for churros! *pulls out churro basket* And then I can get you some ibuprofen, if you want.
Germany: ... Ibuprofen...? Prussia, WHAT did you tell him...?
Spain: It's okay, Ludwig! It happens to every girl once she hits a certain time in her life.
Germany: ... You mean he said that...? That's it!
....
....
This story and its morals, for the less competent:
• Never build a house out of wurst, tomatoes, or rosepetals. Chances are, it will end badly.
• Remember, kids- never sell your brother's yacht and leave him a crude note on the fridge regarding it.
• Churros solve everything.[/i]

... I don't know. I honestly dunno anymore...

...I LOVE YOU FOR THIS. XD

First of all:
What is it with Gil and stealing Lud's stuff? XD

Second:
The house of rose petals made me laugh to no end IRL. XD My parents were deeply concerned, but I didn't laugh half as much as I did when I read about the third point of business...

Third:
...Germany, PMS-ing?
...
...
Well, Spain, thank you for giving us that lovely bit of insight about his vital regions. XD
I genuinely feel a little bad for Spain--he seriously believed them. xD

Oh, and thanks! ^^ Glad you liked it~

@Answrs: That was lovely. =D Are you gonna do "Soldier Side" and "Mental Health Hotline" next?