[With the sword pulled back and out of his face, Prussia is still laughing, but manages to sit up and clap his hands in applause briefly. This guy at least knew how to use the thing, even if he still thinks wooden swords are cheap when you could always get a real one. But at least he's not a weakling, even if he did take a cheap shot at him when he wasn't prepared. Next time Prussia wouldn't let down his guard so easily!
He pushes himself up to his feet, nodding to himself about his decision and then he pats his pockets, only to realize he doesn't have his pen and paper, because it had been in his hand when he got knocked to the ground. He looks around on the ground and a chirp directs him to his little bird, sitting right on top of the notepad. But where the hell did the pen go?
He looks over to the guy and motions with his hand, as if he was holding something to write with in his grip. He caused Prussia to lose, it so help find it, damn it.]
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He pushes himself up to his feet, nodding to himself about his decision and then he pats his pockets, only to realize he doesn't have his pen and paper, because it had been in his hand when he got knocked to the ground. He looks around on the ground and a chirp directs him to his little bird, sitting right on top of the notepad. But where the hell did the pen go?
He looks over to the guy and motions with his hand, as if he was holding something to write with in his grip. He caused Prussia to lose, it so help find it, damn it.]