Dream 006

Nov. 13th, 2009 01:25 am
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This was a normal day as far as Austria was concerned. His piano sat in the corner of the room that provided the best acoustics, his sheet music was arranged by the date the piece was first performed, the Austrian coffee he was drinking (served in a fine China cup) was neither too hot nor too cold, and there was not a speck of dust on any of the fine furniture in the room. Unfortunately, the loud, annoying cry of "HEY SPECS!" coming from somewhere inside his home was also a normal, albeit unwelcome, daily occurrence. Placing his cup of coffee down on its saucer, Austria huffed indignantly and prepared for the inevitable.

Moments later, one tall, white-haired, military uniform-clad nation by the name of Prussia sauntered into Austria's sitting room. The characteristic smirk across Prussia's face caused Austria to narrow his eyes in response.

"If you've nothing of importance to say, I ask that you remove yourself from my presence," Austria stated, clearly not willing to deal with the other nation's antics today.

"Now now, Specs, is that any way to treat the awesome nation of Prussia?" Prussia replied, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. "I even went to the trouble of writing a song for you, too, since I know how much you like music. It's an awesome song if I do say so myself; proof that Prussians are better than those pansies you call musicians!"

With that, Prussia walked toward the piano in the corner of the room and, despite Austria's outburst, requesting that he step away from the piano, Prussia sat down at the piano bench, stretched his fingers, and slammed his hands down on the ivory keys. The chord resulting from that was enough to make Austria wince, not only because it sounded horrible, but also because there was a Prussian touching his piano, and playing it horribly. The key smashing, though, Austria could tolerate compared to Prussia's next course of action.

"Mozart," Prussia attempted to sing in a horrible mockery of everything Austria stood for musically. "He lived in a boatzart, and had a goatzart. And then he wrotezart some musical notezart. But we all knowzart that his songs were grotezart because he was Austrian and not Prussian! ...Zart." Prussia finished his song with another dramatic flourish of the piano keys, much to Austria's disapproval.

Austria simply stared at the other nation once he had finished 'playing' the piano, honestly not sure what to make of any of it. All he did know was that he had had enough of Prussia's antics for today. He stood up from his seat on the sofa, not looking pleased at all. Prussia, on the other hand, looked entirely too amused by this situation, since harassing Austria in any way possible was his favorite of pass-times.

"Out," said Austria flatly.

Prussia raised an eyebrow at Austria's demand, since he certainly was not about to comply to the demand of a pansy nation like Austria. However, when the voice of a third person, female by the sound of it, drifted into the room, Prussia cursed under his breath and made a break for the nearest exit. Satisfied, Austria sat down once more, a small smile spreading across his face moments later as he heard a dull think of metal hitting something he could only assume was Prussia's head.


[Austria scoffed rather loudly after this dream, a disgusted look on his face as he reaches out to switch off the Dreamberry. Oh Prussia, even in dreams you are intolerable.]

((OOC: the lovely Boatzart song was written by [livejournal.com profile] brows's player and she told me to edit this in and say so, so yeah.))
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