::Strange new world? Check. On the edge of a giant, snow-covered forest the likes of which he hasn't seen in a very long time? Check. The faintest friggin' clue what he's supposed to do now? Nah, that one is oddly unable to be checked off. With a groan, Prussia runs his hand through his hair as he tries to decide what to do. There's nothing behind him, and just trees before him... Forward it is!
He doesn't get too far before he hears rustling, which puts him on high alert. What could be out there?
The rustling draws nearer and nearer, until, out from between the trees come... elves! They look so sweet and innocent! Like little children!::
Awwww, aren't you all so cute! Wanna help me get out of here?
::Someone might want to rescue him from his own folly. Or not. He probably deserves a soaking anyways.::
phase III
::He is cold. He is wet. He is covered in blood, and annoyed by the fact that some of it is his. And he is pissed off. Today had been the epitome of unawesome! First, those stupid elves that started off cute and then got rude and shouty. Kind of like Romano, actually! He chuckled at the thought.
Then there were the reindeer, which should have been cute and fuzzy and mayyyybe a bit threatening because of their sheer size, but otherwise probably docile? He didn't know a lot about reindeer, but he was pretty sure they weren't bloodthirsty murderbeasts sent to kick his ass from the very depths of Hell itself. Y'know. Just a thought. Otherwise Santa wouldn't use them to draw his sled. On the plus side, he'd managed to subdue them, because he was just that awesome. He'd even gotten some antlers, and free coupons!
On the minus side, as mentioned before: they made him bleed. His own blood!
So when Prussia sees the minotaur, he groans.::
Not this shit again...
::He shifts into a fighting stance, and raises an antler like a club, before rushing at the minotaur and-
WHOMP!
-getting knocked back like seven meters. Well shit.::
Prussia || Hetalia: Axis Powers
::Strange new world? Check. On the edge of a giant, snow-covered forest the likes of which he hasn't seen in a very long time? Check. The faintest friggin' clue what he's supposed to do now? Nah, that one is oddly unable to be checked off. With a groan, Prussia runs his hand through his hair as he tries to decide what to do. There's nothing behind him, and just trees before him... Forward it is!
He doesn't get too far before he hears rustling, which puts him on high alert. What could be out there?
The rustling draws nearer and nearer, until, out from between the trees come... elves! They look so sweet and innocent! Like little children!::
Awwww, aren't you all so cute! Wanna help me get out of here?
::Someone might want to rescue him from his own folly. Or not. He probably deserves a soaking anyways.::
phase III
::He is cold. He is wet. He is covered in blood, and annoyed by the fact that some of it is his. And he is pissed off. Today had been the epitome of unawesome! First, those stupid elves that started off cute and then got rude and shouty. Kind of like Romano, actually! He chuckled at the thought.
Then there were the reindeer, which should have been cute and fuzzy and mayyyybe a bit threatening because of their sheer size, but otherwise probably docile? He didn't know a lot about reindeer, but he was pretty sure they weren't bloodthirsty murderbeasts sent to kick his ass from the very depths of Hell itself. Y'know. Just a thought. Otherwise Santa wouldn't use them to draw his sled. On the plus side, he'd managed to subdue them, because he was just that awesome. He'd even gotten some antlers, and free coupons!
On the minus side, as mentioned before: they made him bleed. His own blood!
So when Prussia sees the minotaur, he groans.::
Not this shit again...
::He shifts into a fighting stance, and raises an antler like a club, before rushing at the minotaur and-
WHOMP!
-getting knocked back like seven meters. Well shit.::