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kiramaru7Title: The New Car
Characters: Germany, Austria, Prussia
Challenge: Holiday Winter Challenge - 31 Fics in 31 Days (Flashy)
Rating: G
Summary: Germany gets a new car…
Author’s note: An “up!” is a type of Volkswagen
For Tai …
Germany got into his brand new Ferrari and started the engine. He could feel the power as he slowly backed out of the driveway. He was heading for the Autobahn to take her out for a spin as America would put it, when he spotted Austria. As much as he wanted to blitz by him, he slowed the car down when Austria waved at him. Germany pulled over and got out of the car.
“Guten tag, Herr Germany.”
“Guten tag.”
“Is that a new car?” Austria quirked his eyebrow.
“Yeah… Italy borrowed my Beetle the other day and totaled it.”
“Mien Gott! Is he okay?”
“He’s fine, but my car’s not. So he sent me a Ferrari.”
“It’s a nice car, very fast…” Austria trailed off at a loss for words. The most exotic car he had ever seen Germany driving was the vintage Beetle he got after his Kübelwagen finally died.
“It’s not too flashy, is it?” Germany tried not to look as anxious as he felt.
“No, it’s fine, it just…” Austria sighed. “It’s just that aside from your old Kübelwagen, the Beetle was the only other thing I’ve seen you drive.”
“Oh… So you’re sure it’s not too flashy? I mean Italy looked good driving it, but I figured that was because he always looks good driving, even if he doesn’t…” Germany leaned forward conspiratorially, “drive that well.” He smiled weakly.
Austria laughed. “I’ve seen Herr Italy drive, so I know what you mean.”
Germany nodded.
“It’s as your brother would say, ‘an awesome car.’ I wish you well to drive it, Herr Germany.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change. “For luck!” he said, tossing it on the floor on the passenger’s side.
“Danke. Would you like a ride? I was thinking of taking her out on the Autobahn. I want to feel how she goes before I give my brother a ride.” Germany rolled his eyes. “The last thing I want to hear is, ‘Go faster, Brüder! Faster!’ As much as I love him…”
“He’s not that bright.”
They laughed.
“He doesn’t get that you need to take things slow with a new car.”
“I know, but that’s what makes him ‘Prussia,’” Austria said. “Anyway, I’d love a ride in her.”
The two countries got into the Ferrari. Germany showed off the interior, before starting it and pulling away. Austria asked all the right questions, and as a reward of sorts, Germany turned the radio on for him once they hit the Autobahn. They sang along to the pop-tunes and had a grand time of it, cruising down the Autobahn, while Germany gently put the Ferrari through its paces. They would have driven most of the day away, but Austria realized he needed to be home, after they had been driving for about an hour, so Germany took him home.
Germany drove the rest of the way home in silence, listening to the Ferrari’s engine purr. Pulling into the driveway, he saw Prussia at the end of it, washing his old M3.
“Hey, Brüder!” he called out as he wrung out his chamois. “You have fun?”
Germany parked the car and got out. “Yeah…”
“Still feel like it’s too flashy?”
“Yes and no…” Germany struggled to put into words how he felt.
“It’s alright, but you know,” Prussia said, “we can always get you a lil up! if it’ll make you feel any better. You know, for running around town and you can always save the Ferrari for those times when you feel awesome and want the world to know.” Prussia smiled at him as he dried the hood of his car with the chamois.
“Yeah?”
Prussia nodded. “It’s a beautiful car, Brüder, and when you’ve had her for a while, let’s go for a drive on the Autobahn, you in your Ferrari, me in my “Beemer’ and we’ll see who has the better car.” He grinned at his brother. “Oh, and let’s bring Itachen, he’ll love being there when you finally open up and let her fly!”
“Yeah…” Germany grinned. “Brüder?”
“What?”
“You want to go for a ride when you’re done playing with your baby?”
“Hell yeah!” Prussia’s eyes lit up.
Germany snorted. “I said, ‘go for a ride,’ not drive it.”
“I know, I just always wanted to see what’s so great about a Ferrari, although if you ask me-”
“Which nobody did…”
Prussia continued like his brother never interrupted, “He should have gotten you a Porsche, or if he insisted on getting you an Italian car, then what’s wrong with a Lamborghini Countach? Now that was a car!” Prussia hung the chamois up to dry. “Plenty of Flash, but no Trash!”
“I know, but they don’t make them anymore, Brüder.”
“True, but you like vintage cars,” Prussia said as he admired his newly washed car.
Germany nodded. “Go get changed into something clean, and let’s go!”
Prussia did not have to be told twice. “Awesomeness!” he cried as he hurried inside to do as he was bidden.
Twenty minutes later, the brothers were cruising down the Autobahn, having the time of their lives…
Characters: Germany, Austria, Prussia
Challenge: Holiday Winter Challenge - 31 Fics in 31 Days (Flashy)
Rating: G
Summary: Germany gets a new car…
Author’s note: An “up!” is a type of Volkswagen
For Tai …
Germany got into his brand new Ferrari and started the engine. He could feel the power as he slowly backed out of the driveway. He was heading for the Autobahn to take her out for a spin as America would put it, when he spotted Austria. As much as he wanted to blitz by him, he slowed the car down when Austria waved at him. Germany pulled over and got out of the car.
“Guten tag, Herr Germany.”
“Guten tag.”
“Is that a new car?” Austria quirked his eyebrow.
“Yeah… Italy borrowed my Beetle the other day and totaled it.”
“Mien Gott! Is he okay?”
“He’s fine, but my car’s not. So he sent me a Ferrari.”
“It’s a nice car, very fast…” Austria trailed off at a loss for words. The most exotic car he had ever seen Germany driving was the vintage Beetle he got after his Kübelwagen finally died.
“It’s not too flashy, is it?” Germany tried not to look as anxious as he felt.
“No, it’s fine, it just…” Austria sighed. “It’s just that aside from your old Kübelwagen, the Beetle was the only other thing I’ve seen you drive.”
“Oh… So you’re sure it’s not too flashy? I mean Italy looked good driving it, but I figured that was because he always looks good driving, even if he doesn’t…” Germany leaned forward conspiratorially, “drive that well.” He smiled weakly.
Austria laughed. “I’ve seen Herr Italy drive, so I know what you mean.”
Germany nodded.
“It’s as your brother would say, ‘an awesome car.’ I wish you well to drive it, Herr Germany.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change. “For luck!” he said, tossing it on the floor on the passenger’s side.
“Danke. Would you like a ride? I was thinking of taking her out on the Autobahn. I want to feel how she goes before I give my brother a ride.” Germany rolled his eyes. “The last thing I want to hear is, ‘Go faster, Brüder! Faster!’ As much as I love him…”
“He’s not that bright.”
They laughed.
“He doesn’t get that you need to take things slow with a new car.”
“I know, but that’s what makes him ‘Prussia,’” Austria said. “Anyway, I’d love a ride in her.”
The two countries got into the Ferrari. Germany showed off the interior, before starting it and pulling away. Austria asked all the right questions, and as a reward of sorts, Germany turned the radio on for him once they hit the Autobahn. They sang along to the pop-tunes and had a grand time of it, cruising down the Autobahn, while Germany gently put the Ferrari through its paces. They would have driven most of the day away, but Austria realized he needed to be home, after they had been driving for about an hour, so Germany took him home.
Germany drove the rest of the way home in silence, listening to the Ferrari’s engine purr. Pulling into the driveway, he saw Prussia at the end of it, washing his old M3.
“Hey, Brüder!” he called out as he wrung out his chamois. “You have fun?”
Germany parked the car and got out. “Yeah…”
“Still feel like it’s too flashy?”
“Yes and no…” Germany struggled to put into words how he felt.
“It’s alright, but you know,” Prussia said, “we can always get you a lil up! if it’ll make you feel any better. You know, for running around town and you can always save the Ferrari for those times when you feel awesome and want the world to know.” Prussia smiled at him as he dried the hood of his car with the chamois.
“Yeah?”
Prussia nodded. “It’s a beautiful car, Brüder, and when you’ve had her for a while, let’s go for a drive on the Autobahn, you in your Ferrari, me in my “Beemer’ and we’ll see who has the better car.” He grinned at his brother. “Oh, and let’s bring Itachen, he’ll love being there when you finally open up and let her fly!”
“Yeah…” Germany grinned. “Brüder?”
“What?”
“You want to go for a ride when you’re done playing with your baby?”
“Hell yeah!” Prussia’s eyes lit up.
Germany snorted. “I said, ‘go for a ride,’ not drive it.”
“I know, I just always wanted to see what’s so great about a Ferrari, although if you ask me-”
“Which nobody did…”
Prussia continued like his brother never interrupted, “He should have gotten you a Porsche, or if he insisted on getting you an Italian car, then what’s wrong with a Lamborghini Countach? Now that was a car!” Prussia hung the chamois up to dry. “Plenty of Flash, but no Trash!”
“I know, but they don’t make them anymore, Brüder.”
“True, but you like vintage cars,” Prussia said as he admired his newly washed car.
Germany nodded. “Go get changed into something clean, and let’s go!”
Prussia did not have to be told twice. “Awesomeness!” he cried as he hurried inside to do as he was bidden.
Twenty minutes later, the brothers were cruising down the Autobahn, having the time of their lives…
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Date: 2013-01-15 09:39 pm (UTC)Picturing Italy driving is just hilarious. I just see him waving his hands, talking to someone in the backseat and not even looking at the road, lol.
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Date: 2013-01-15 09:42 pm (UTC)*laughs* Yeah!! XD XD XD