❄ 9 | voice, open for action

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Hey, Prusse! I was wondering if I could drop over for a few minutes some time today? If not, that's cool, too, but it's just been a while she we've seen each other, ya know? [How nonchalant is she? So nonchalant. But really Prussia, how big are your hands she can't remember and must come look or these chick mittens won't happen.

And after she's addressed her friend, she'll get the vine to switch to a full broadcast for her.]

Hello, everyone! I know the holiday season is, well, more or less here, and lots of people have festivals and celebrations in the winter, so I was thinking maybe we should try to do something. Everyone, I mean. Unless the Queen is planning on ruining everything for us, but let's try not to be too negative, eh? There's already plenty of mistletoe up for decorations, so with a little bit of cheer and companionship, a little party or group skating outing or something would be fun, I think... Right? [Canada is trying to be confident about suggesting things, really. Just bear with her. Or possibly encourage her, that always helps.]

Oh, and I think I made too many cookies again today. Feel free to drop by the spaceship if you'd like some before my sister eats them all.

[Then she thanks the vine so the feed will end, and for the better part of the day she'll be outside of the spaceship (which smells like gingerbread and cinnamon, if your nose is keen) practising Christmas carols on her harp and waiting for visitors. Although she's aware of the mistletoe, she's not too worried on avoiding it, so you'll just have to be. Or not.]

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[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

To my little castle. [The wine is good, still cool enough from the walk outside. She places her hands on either side of the glass appreciatively.] Do you think that's what it takes? Maybe it's time to start my own army.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[The younger nation shrugs as she takes a sip of her drink, eyes flicking to watch Prussia's hands just a moment too long before going back to her face.]

I don't know. I couldn't begin to know, but maybe if you were ready with the right strike at the right time...

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Then all it would take is a lucky hit. A bit too appropriate for an unpredictable place like this. [She doesn't dismiss the idea entirely, but Prussia is visibly weary. Setting her glass down with some noise, she hops up, wrenching a stray mistletoe off the window frame.]

The blasted plant is growing everywhere!

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

At least it's pretty, for a weed.

[She's just going to watch. She's already seen Ukraine fight and fail to remove some mistletoe earlier.]

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

[Prussia is nothing if not stubborn. One foot on the window sill, she pushes with all her strength until the plant snaps--and sticks to her hand.]

That's very... Festive of this place.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

So terribly persistent.

You'd best go find someone to kiss. [She says it with the dry tone of someone pulling her friend's leg, but she means it. The mistletoe seemed to leave one alone once it got what it wanted.]