Ha. Yup. I'm back. One month later, and I have returned.
... Still the lazy editor, but I'm back...
(Also. This is a half-filler chapter. I split the whole thing in two.)
Well, this is a new thing that I'm working on. There really isn't enough of these kinds of fics... Well, long, quality ones, anyway. Although I can't really say thst I'm really better...
Also: Disclaimer for pretty much the whole story. I don't own Hetalia, Pokémon, Nintendo, or any of the music-, television-, internet-related, etc. things mentioned here. If there was something I missed, I'll add it later. Also, I don't own the Line Break.
... Actually, I don't thing anyone owns the line break... Oh, well. Whatever.
Well, back on topic. Enjoy!
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Let it be known to all of the world that Gilbert Beilschmidt was bored.
His awesome self was currently sitting in a conference room, feet propped up on the expensive-looking table, waiting for the next World Meeting to start.
Now, most of the time, he would have something up his sleeve to entertain himself with. He always did. Like that one time that he accidentally (COUGHnotCOUGH) set England's sleeve on fire. Or that other time that he glued Spain to Romano. And at the last World Meeting where he pumped America's hamburgers full of high-quality, concentrated Mexican steroids.
From then on he wasn't allowed near anything that might cause another one of these incidents.
So now, without his torture too—erm, pranking supplies, he had no choice but to tone down his fun. But, there was still plenty of things to do then. Like, for instance, annoy France.
However, when Prussia tried annoying the flamboyant country, all he got out of him was a distracted 'good for you'. He had tried again, more persistent this time, but got the same half-assed response. On the third try, he just spouted random nonsense like 'I'm pregnant', 'Britain is fucking America under the table', and, his personal favorite, 'A polka-dotted narwhal is tap-dancing of the table with a drunk Santa Claus'. But it didn't even provoke him enough to get anything comprehensible out of him but a muffled 'Hn'.
Damn, though Prussia, I thought the narwhal would get him...
...
Then he realized something. He, the Awesome Prussia, of all people, had just been ignored. Ignored. And by a fellow member of the Bad Touch Trio, no less.
...
...France was officially off of his List of Awesome.
But then Prussia noticed something else. Instead of paying attention to him, France had been preoccupied by something in his lap.
Curious, Prussia peered over the man's shoulder to get a better view of what exactly had captured his un-awesome friend's attention. Getting past France's hair was a problem, but he was too sucked into whatever it was he was doing to notice the ex-country. However, once he was past the pale-gold jungle of hair, Prussia nearly choked on his own spit at what he saw.
France, of all people, was playing a video game; with his limited knowledge of the franchise, he could classify it as a Pokémon game, Black version, to be exact.
...Prussia blinked.
...He blinked again.
...And then it sunk in.
There were only three words of thought in his head: What. The. Fuck.
Frankly, France never played video games. Ever. He had somehow come across the rumor that they rotted people's brains, and had wanted to keep his 'beautiful' brain in tip-top shape, never playing a video game since.
So either that game is one hell of a play, or it's the eighth sign of the Apocalypse.
After regaining his senses, Prussia then proceeded to promptly tear the Frenchman from his chair, ignoring the startled 'Sacre bleu!' from his surprised friend and odd stares from the rest of the present nations, and drag him to the nearest janitor's closet.
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"Alright," demanded Prussia, holding up the confiscated Nintendo DSi. "Spill it."
Seeing his console in the Prussian's hands, France's eyes widened. "Oui!" he exclaimed. "Give that back, bastard! I was right in the middle of saving!"
"Not until you tell me what you, of all people, are doing playing video games." deadpanned Prussia. He'll admit, he was curious. If this game was good enough to get Francis Bonnefoy interested in it, then he was going to find out how, verdammt!
"What am I doin–? Are you blind?!" hissed France, taking Prussia aback. He was shaking with (presumably) anger, teeth clenched, barking at his friend in an accusing tone, "Have you seen those graphics?! The designs of those creatures?! And with that animation, how could I not?!"
...Oh, thought Prussia, realization coming over him. So that's why.
"I first learnt about it from Japan. He wanted me to judge the quality of the game's animation by playing through it once or twice. Something about a 'new and improved version of the game', or something like that." France explained, now smiling wistfully, all anger gone.
("Mood swing, much?" the Prussian muttered under his breath, the Frenchie still speaking.)
"Of course, being the, nice, charitable person I am, I agreed to test it for him. And as soon as I started playing, I fell in love with it! All things taken into consideration, this game is a masterpiece! Here, let me show you."
Snatching the (pink) Nintendo console out of the man's hands, France closed the save screen and started a sequence of complex button-pressing. Only moments later, the small, pixelated screen was shoved into Prussia's face.
"See?" Asked France.
On the screen in front of him, Prussia found himself looking at a rather snake-like... thing. The beast was a primarily pale green, serpentine creature. Its face and throat were white, while its back was dark green. Curled, mint-colored patterns extend into the white portion of its face, and it had narrow red eyes. There were two pointed yellow extensions on the back of its head. Coiled, dark green extensions spread out from the sides of its lower neck, forming a curving pattern lower down the body, while curved yellow markings stopped halfway around its middle and several palmate leaves protruded from its tail.
Prussia stared at the creature.
And stared.
And stared.
And finally asked, "What is that thing?"
France gaped at him, nearly dropping the game. "What?!" He ever-so-man-ish-ly (man-like? manlily?) shrieked. "How can you not know what this marvelous creature is?! This is no thing! This, my beauty-deprived friend, is Serperior, the most marvelous thing to come to be in the gaming universe!"
Prussia grabbed the game from France (ignoring the distressed cry from him), examining the creature. "So," he began, looking said creature over, "this thing's name is Superior?"
France shook his head. "Non, mon ami. It's Serperior, not Superior, although it is a superior Pokémon." he chirped with a grin.
Prussia yawned, now bored with the Frenchman. "Yeah. Okay. Good for you." he drawled, looking around the randomly-chosen closet. "By the way," he started, looking back to France, "You wouldn't know of something interesting to do here to kill time, would you?"
France blinked. "Well," he said, "I don't have anything. If you want to cause trouble, though, I saw Anglettere bring in one of his weird book on supposed 'magic'. Nothing but another of his crazy fantasies, if you ask me."
Prussia grunted and lazily started to debate about it with himself in his head. Take the schizo's 'magic book', supposedly containing real, working spells and other crap, or be bored the whole meeting?
Schizo's book, boredom.
Schizo's book, boredom.
Book, boredom.
...
I think I'll take my chances with the book, thought Prussia, exiting the damp closet to find a certain bushy-browed nation.
He failed to realize that he still had France's game in hand...
*******************MR. SPARKELZ*********************
Ello. I'm back. Also, about the Mexican steroids thing: my logic went like this:
Mexico
Mexican
Mexican Jumping Beans
Hyper Beans
Steroids - Hyper
Mexican Steroids made from Jumping beans.
I know that's not how it works, but I couldn't think of anything else.
Also, the Serperior description is an edited version of Bulbapedia's.
This chapter is 1,425 words long.
Well, sayōnara.
-Jade