- Translation by: spaceinvaderdud
- LJ Post
France: Hey, wanna eat a macaroon?
Sweden: I’m fine.
Prussia: H-hey! You’re not even going to say, “It’s an honor to meet you, Prussia!”?! Huh, are you?
Sweden: Hmm?
France: Umm… *clears throat* If we’re going to be allies from now on, I believe we should all get to know each other first. What do you say?
Sweden: *killer glare* Sure.
France: Ahhh, he’s mad! Hey, are you mad? I was just joking just now! You don’t need to get so mad!
Sweden: No, I-
France: Ack, sorry sorry sorry sorry!
Prussia: Alright then, I shall tell you all of my tales of valour and courage up until now so that you’ll know the awesome me!
Sweden: *glare* Really?
Prussia: W-what’s your deal? W-what’s your problem?!
France: Prussia, a moment please!
Prussia: S-sure…
France: Hey, what’s with this Sweden guy?! I can’t even talk to him!
Prussia: E-even I don’t understand this guy! What the hell’s up with him?! He was all like, “Finland…” when he first came here and then he clammed up! I can’t get this guy at all! I hate anything I can’t understand!
I’ll go kick his ass with a single thrust of my finger! EAT THISSSS!
France: W-waitttt!
Prussia: Don’t stop me! In my wörterbuch (dictionary), this is the only way I can deal with someone like himmmm!
France: Stop it! He looks like he can beat you up so bad that your entire body might become some other shape so ypu have to stop this!
Prussia: DON’T MAKE LIGHT OF ME! IIIIIIIII! HAVE TO DOOOOOOOOO! WHATT HASSSS TO BE DONNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
France: Look, even your little chick is worried about you! DOnt gooo!
Spain: Mornin’, everyone! What are the two of you up to? Haha, that looks like fun.
Prance: Spain!
Spain: The two of you really are energetic from morning to night! Hey hey, let me join in!
France: Don’t show up so late! We’ve got a situation that we’re having trouble with now!
Spain: Huh? What’s up? What is it? What’s wrong, France?
Prussia: Spain just might be able to talk with the guy. I’m counting on you to handle him! Even I can’t stand up to the guy!
Spain: Huh? Huh?! Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t force me into this!
*pause*
France: There, that’s the guy! He’s the problem!
Spain: Ohh, it’s Sweden!
Prussia: Ever since he came here out of nowhere, he’s been acting like that!
Spain: Why’s he doing that?
France: Even I don’t know that! I tried everything I knew just to get him to say something!
Prussia: I’ve already given up hope on ever getting him to talk! You think you can do this, Spain?
Spain: I dunno.
France: Good luck out there!
Spain: If I say the wrong thing to him, I think my face might become as flat as a pancake.
Prussia: Relax now! If that happens, I’ll fix your face right up!
Spain: So, he really can flatten my face, huh?
France: I-it’s all right! No matter how flat or disfigured your face becomes, I’ll still love you!
Prussia: Ugh, don’t make disgusting comments like that!
Spain: I got ya. I’ll give it a shot. If it look like I’m gonna be beaten up, save me.
France: Oui.
Prussia: Ja.
Spain: Excuse me, Sweden.
Sweden: Hey.
Spain: *thinking* He talked!
Spain: Today’s nice weather, huh?
*pause*
Sweden: …Sure is.
Spain: I just love it when the weather is sunny like this! I’ve been so happy ever since sunrise! You like sunny weather too, Sweden?
Sweden: *glare* I do.
Spain: That’s good to hear. Nice to have a little sun once in a while!
Sweden: …Yeah.
Prussia: *whispering* Stop with the small talk, and ask why he’s here in the first place!
France: *whispering* Ask him if he’s here to turn our heads into mush or not!
Spain: Got ya! So, what brings you all the way out here, anyway?
Sweden: Ahh… I… *glare*
Spain: Huh?
France: Scary! Too scary! He’s an enemy sent out to go ahead and come here and turn us into human pretzels!
*glare*
Spain: Ahh…
*Sweden mumbles to himself*
Spain: Just relax now! You don’t need to be embarrassed now!
Sweden: Mmm… yeah…
France: What, he’s embarrassed? He was feeling embarrassed and not scowling at us? That guy is such a weirdo!
Prussia: He’s… just embarrassed, huh? What the hell’s up with that?
Spain: Woah, you’re a guest here, so I have to give you something to snack on! Wanna eat some churros?
Sweden: Churros…?
Spain: Yup, churros! They’re so delicious that your cheeks might fall off! Hey now, they won’t actually make your cheeks fall off so don’t get so worried.
Sweden: Well then, may I eat a few of ’em?
Spain: Sure, sure! I always carry some reserve churros with me so help yourself! Churros also multiply if you strike them while they’re in your pocket! Well, I’m actually just smashing them to smaller pieces.
Sweden: *eats and then glares* !
France: What the, they’re actually having a normal conversation! Maybe only other weirdos can talk with each other.
Prussia: I wonder about that. *thinking* You’re the last person I want to hear that from.
Gilbird: Cheep cheep (You’re also the last person I want to hear that from.).
*pause and Sweden eats*
Spain: How’s it taste?
Sweden: *eats* !
Spain: That good? Is it really that delicious?
*Sweden noms on a lot of churros and gasps in pleasure everytime he eats one*
Prance: Uhh…….
Prussia: Well darn, I just got sleepy! I leave the rest of the retorts to you! *falls on ground and snores*
France: Wait, that’s so cruel! Are you actually abandoning poor moi in this weird situation to make the retorts alone?! This is bullying your big brother, you know! You are so awful!
Prussia: Oh yum yum yum, meat! Sleepy sleep…
France: Oh, I can’t rely on this bum at all! I’m the only sane man here now! Wake up! Hey, wake up!
*Prussia hits France on head*
France: Goodness, Prussia, you naughty boy. If you don’t wake up now, your big brother will have to punish you.
*Prussia continues snoring*
France: Very well, one punishment coming up! You gave up your lease on life by doing that! I gave you fair warning too!
*Meanwhile*
Romano: Hey, stupid puss!
Cat: Meow!
Romano: I’m also gonna fight in this war! I’ll show off just how cool I am!
Cat: …Kitty~.
Romano: Hehe! I’ll show off my stylishness and coolness and I’ll be so popular around the wo-
Prussia: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Romano: I think I just heard something, damn it.
Cat: Meow~!
*music plays*
Sweden: What was that?
Spain: Oh, that? Happens all the time!
Prussia: *runs* T-this maniac… this maniac is just horrible! Listen, this maniac… this maniac… he… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
France: Well, I warned you, didn’t I? Besides, it’s all your fault that you didn’t wake up! Hmph!
Prussia: COOOOLLLLLDDDDDDD!
*Sweden makes a small laugh*
France: You’re the one to blame for this, Prussia! Ditching me like that was just awful of you!
Prussia: I was tired! There’s nothing wrong with taking a little nap when you’re tired!
Spain: Heey, why are you guys acting like this in front of our guest here?!
Prussia: Like I care! If you got a problem, take it up with the maniac who keeps making all the strange omelettes!
France: And just what’s wrong with my omelettes?!*
[T/N: *Couldn’t pick up what France said so I winged it. Sorry.]
Sweden: This is nice…
Spain: Huh?
Sweden: My home was just as lively as this back then. Brings back memories.
France: S-Sweden?
Sweden: But, I had that taken away.
Prussia: Hey, Sweden.
Sweden: Hmm?
Prussia: Why are you here? You can talk, right?
Sweden: …Yeah.
*pause and then Sweden stands up*
Sweden: Yo.
Spain: Oh, me? What is it?
Sweden: Whisper whisper whisper…
Spain: Uh-huh.
Sweden: Whisper whisper…
Spain: Ohh, that so? Uh-huh.
Sweden: Whisper…
Spain: Ohhhh, was that it? Uh-huh. All right, I got ya! Hey, you two, listen up for a bit!
France: He’s using Spain as his… interpreter?!
Prussia: So, what did he say?
Spain: Finland… Ahh, I’d think it’d be better if you said it yourself.
Sweden: Yeah. I’ll take back Finland in this war.
Spain: That’s the gist of it! Right?
Sweden: Yeah.
Prussia: So that’s what Finland meant! You could’ve told us all about this earlier!
Sweden: Sorry about that.
France: T-thank goodness. I thought you were sent to kill us for a second.
Spain: All’s well that ends well! This guy will be fighting along with us so try to get along with him!
Sweden: Handshake…
France: Huh?
Sweden: Handshake!
France: Oh, a handshake, a handshake, huh?
Sweden: Thank you.
*grips France’s hand*
France: Ohhh, quite the grip you got…
Prussia: Y-yeah. Nice to meet you.
Sweden: Thank you.
Spain: Haha, you’re so shy!
Sweden: Mm… bye.
Spain: Huh, what? You’re going home already?
Sweden: I have to make Hanatamago’s food.
France: What’s with the cute reason?
Prussia: Dahahahaha! The yellow in this puddle makes my reflection so cute!
Gilbird: Cheep? (Yellow?!)
Sweden: Bye now.
Spain: Yeah. You work hard out there too!
Sweden: Mm.
France: What in the world was he trying to do?
Prussia: I have no freakin’ idea, and I want to keep it that way.
Spain: *laughs* Come visit again!
France: Still, if the enigma ever comes back again, we can just leave it to Spain. That’s for the best, right?
Prussia: Yeah… that’s for the best.
Spain: Don’t be a stranger! Come back any time!
*The end*
Romano: All right, it’s time to duel! If I win, you massage my shoulders!
Cat: Meow, kitty, meow~!
Romano: All right, looks like I got the first move by touching your paw pads!
*Cat hisses*
Romano: Woah, damn. This is one strong puss!
*Romano fights with cat while saying, “Damn it!”*
Sweden: *glare* Cat yours?
*Girly Romano scream*
Sweden: Don’t cry.
Romano: *cries* Spain, save me, YOU JEEERRKKK!
Sweden: Greetings, I’m Sweden!
Romano: Spainnn… SPPAAAAIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!