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Done for a Writing Exercise/Game on my RP forum. The game is called 30 Kisses. There's 30 prompt words/phrases in which to write a short story involving a kiss.
This theme was Internet or Fanfiction
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"Kesesese," was the only thing that could be heard in the dark basement, the only light was from a computer screen in the corner, that cast it's dim glow over the large subterranean room. The whole room had been converted into a bedroom in Germany's basement, where the former nation, Prussia, now spent all of his free time.
The clacking of a keyboard joined the unusual laugh as Prussia spoke in a chat room with his two best friends, France and Spain.
'So he has a blog?' Prussia typed.
'Oui. I can give you the link if you like...' was the typed reply, followed by a link to 'Maple and Polar's Blog.'
Eagerly the silver haired nation clicked the link and began to read through the latest few posts, spotting a shout box at the side. He laughed again and quickly typed into the box, 'Here is me, stalking your Blog' as a joke, as he read through the entries.
The latest few entries actually wiped the smile off his face. They actually made him sad, as the blogger talked about how no matter what he did he'd never compare to his brother, and how no one ever acknowledged he was there, not even his 'beloved Papa'.
Prussia was so caught up in the reading the blog, a stark contrast from his own blog, (which consisted of him exclaiming eagerly how awesome he was) that he was taken by surprise when he saw someone else post in the shout box.
'Welcome... and who exactly is me?' was the reply.
'I am me.' Prussia replied.
'Very descriptive.'
'I'm good at that kinda thing. Hey Maple! Guess what!'
'What?'
'Your blog's all wrong!'
There was a pause, a long one in which the Prussian's smile grew, 'What do you mean by that?'
'Well! You said no one pays you any attention... that's a lie. And that you'll never compare to your brother... that's a lie too. I love every minute I spend with you, and I think you never need to compare to your brother because you are way more Awesome!'
Prussia waited for what seemed like an eternity for a reply(it was only like 5 minutes; but to the impatient albino it might as well have been an eternity.)
'Who is this?'
'How dare you not know that it's the awesome me! Here this might make you remember *gives him an awesome kiss* Give my love to Polar too'
'....Gil?' He posted, using his human alias instead of his actual name.
'Love you Birdie'
'Love you too.'
'Maple has Disconnected.'
Prussia stared at those last three words in shock until another light and sound filled the room as the phone on his bed started to ring.
This theme was Internet or Fanfiction
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"Kesesese," was the only thing that could be heard in the dark basement, the only light was from a computer screen in the corner, that cast it's dim glow over the large subterranean room. The whole room had been converted into a bedroom in Germany's basement, where the former nation, Prussia, now spent all of his free time.
The clacking of a keyboard joined the unusual laugh as Prussia spoke in a chat room with his two best friends, France and Spain.
'So he has a blog?' Prussia typed.
'Oui. I can give you the link if you like...' was the typed reply, followed by a link to 'Maple and Polar's Blog.'
Eagerly the silver haired nation clicked the link and began to read through the latest few posts, spotting a shout box at the side. He laughed again and quickly typed into the box, 'Here is me, stalking your Blog' as a joke, as he read through the entries.
The latest few entries actually wiped the smile off his face. They actually made him sad, as the blogger talked about how no matter what he did he'd never compare to his brother, and how no one ever acknowledged he was there, not even his 'beloved Papa'.
Prussia was so caught up in the reading the blog, a stark contrast from his own blog, (which consisted of him exclaiming eagerly how awesome he was) that he was taken by surprise when he saw someone else post in the shout box.
'Welcome... and who exactly is me?' was the reply.
'I am me.' Prussia replied.
'Very descriptive.'
'I'm good at that kinda thing. Hey Maple! Guess what!'
'What?'
'Your blog's all wrong!'
There was a pause, a long one in which the Prussian's smile grew, 'What do you mean by that?'
'Well! You said no one pays you any attention... that's a lie. And that you'll never compare to your brother... that's a lie too. I love every minute I spend with you, and I think you never need to compare to your brother because you are way more Awesome!'
Prussia waited for what seemed like an eternity for a reply(it was only like 5 minutes; but to the impatient albino it might as well have been an eternity.)
'Who is this?'
'How dare you not know that it's the awesome me! Here this might make you remember *gives him an awesome kiss* Give my love to Polar too'
'....Gil?' He posted, using his human alias instead of his actual name.
'Love you Birdie'
'Love you too.'
'Maple has Disconnected.'
Prussia stared at those last three words in shock until another light and sound filled the room as the phone on his bed started to ring.
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Done for a Writing Exercise/Game on my RP forum. The game is called 30 Kisses. There's 30 prompt words/phrases in which to write a short story involving a kiss.
This theme was Internet or Fanfiction
This theme was Internet or Fanfiction
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My goodness, that was great! I just finished reading a blog explaining why PruCan is horrible and honestly i was starting to see their point but this just reminded me why i love them soooooo much!