Prussia and Bela MEET AGAIN. <3

((I don't really know how to start this.. s-so.))
Prussia's just SHOWS up. lllll:

((awesome. Let's DO this. :l))

Bela looks up from a book he was reading, lying on his bed. "..." He let a long silence drag between the two of them, knowing many things he could say, but the air in the room seemed too thick to speak through. "...Long time no see."

((..y u no reply ;3;))

Shifts his weight, and crosses his arms, glaring down at the other, many emotions going through him, but he keeps his gaze hard. "...Guten tag."

Keeps his gaze steady on the other, not bothering to shift from where he lay on the bed. "...Hello." Blinks once, his stare blank and void of emotion.

Prussia takes a step closer, wondering what to say. "I-.." Pauses, licking his bottom lip. "How are you?"

"..." Slowly sits up on his bed, still gazing blankly at the other. "I've been.. fine. ..How are you?"

"...Fine. You look.. good." Chuckles, a toothy grin spreading across his face.

Raises his eyebrows, frowning at Prussia. "...I see you haven't changed a bit." Mutters, low enough that the other can't make it out, "no wonder your little brother turned out bad."

Stiffens, his smirk immediately turning into a frown again, "..Ludwig is /none/ of your concern. He's-" Smiles fondly, "He's almost as awesome as me.~"

"Right. You're so awesome you're not stuck under Russian occupation for an undetermined amount of time. Oh wait." Glowers at him, leaning against the bedframe.

Grins, "Eh, I don't mind too much. Your big brother's a nice fuck."

Stiffens, glaring over at him. "Do you think about anything besides screwing?"

"Beer. And food." He laughs.

Raises his eyebrows, unimpressed. "Hmph. You're an idiot."

"So I've been told~" Sighs, sitting on the bed.

Stares at him coolly, resisting his urge to move away, not wanting to show any sign of nervousness. "...Hmph."

Looks over at him, raising an eyebrow. ...Plops back on the bed, laying right next to him. Looks up and grins. "Kesese."

"..." Stares down at him, automatically scooting away a little. "Did I say you could go on my bed."

Was trying to see if he would move away.. his plan worked. Bl "..Why couldn't I? I ain't dirty or anything." Sits up, and turns to face him, scooting a little closer as he does so.

"You're dirty in at least one definition." Stays where he is this time, looking as calmly as he can at the other.

"You would know." Laughs, then immediately lashes out, grabbing the other by the neck, and pinning him to the bed, "You really piss me off. It's something about your /face/." Growls, suddenly SO angry. alksdj

Makes a confused noise, not expecting that at /all/. Gathers his wits together as quickly as possible, glaring up at him. "What's wrong with my face?"

"Shut up!" He yells, "Don't talk. And if you scream.." He reaches into a pocket, pulling out a small switch blade, "I'll cut your throat."

Stiffens, glaring up at Prussia. He knew he wouldn't die, being a nation and all, but still, it would be a lot of pain he'd rather not go through... and Russia would be angry at him for quarreling with an ally already. "..." He falls silent, still glaring up at the other with guarded eyes.

((gotta go ;3; be back in a couple hours..))