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kiramaru7Title: Frohe Weihnachten
Characters: Prussia, Germany
Challenge: Holiday Winter Challenge - 31 Fics in 31 Days (Handmade)
Rating: G
Summary: Prussia and Germany have a special present for each other…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.
Word Count: 909
For Kat…
Prussia, knowing how much his brother liked handmade things, held up the soft hand knit sweater. He couldn’t believe that after watching a few how-to videos on YouTube and an exhaustive search on the net, he actually made a sweater. He snorted, thinking how awesome he was that it only took him a month from start to finish to get it done. The best part about it too, was that his brother had no idea what he was up to. It had been surprisingly easy as well to smuggle yarn and knitting needles down to his room.
He shook the sweater out, and laying it neatly on the bed, Prussia folded it. He walked over to his desk and picked up the box and tissue paper, bringing them back to the bed. Lining the box with the tissue paper, Prussia carefully picked up the sweater and put it in the box. He covered it with the ends of the tissue paper, followed by the box top. He took the box and brought it over to his desk. Moving his laptop to the side, Prussia unrolled a bit of wrapping paper. Placing the box on top of it, he measured out enough paper to cover it. Several minutes later, the wrapped gift sat under the Christmas tree along with all the presents. Prussia also placed one under there for Italy, containing his first knitting project, a scarf.
Germany, meanwhile, was admiring his handiwork out back in his workshop. While he normally built cuckoo clocks as a way to distress when things got too bad, this time, he made something different. Remembering how much Prussia had loved the little “Gilbird” he had carved from a bit of scrap wood, Germany had decided to make something a bit harder. He had spent the past couple of months carving a horse from a block of wood. His brother would sometimes wax nostalgic about an old war horse of his, to the point that down through the centuries, whenever he did own a horse, they were always a black Friesen. The horse Germany had carved for him was a Friesen too. As he put it in a box, Germany wondered if his brother would like it or the small portrait of Old Fritz he had suggested Italy paint for him better. Germany wrapped it and the box with the rabbits he had carved for Italy and leaving his workshop, he headed inside to place them under the tree.
“Whatchya doing, Brüderlein?” Prussia teased. He was sprawled on the sofa, Aster lying next to him.
“I was just putting my presents for you and Italy under the tree,” Germany replied. As he straightened up, he noticed Gilbird was asleep in the branches. “Must he sleep there?”
“Yeah…” Prussia said. “So when’s Itachen getting here?”
“Later, he’s helping Romano with Christmas dinner. He was thinking about staying for midnight mass, so it might be just the two of is, Brüder.” Germany sat on the other end of the sofa.
Aster thumped her tail on the sofa. Blackie, however, came over to him and put his head on Germany’s lap.
“I see… Do you want to open your presents now?”
Germany shrugged. “I kinda want to wait for Italy. But if you want to open yours, you can.”
“I know; what if we each opened one present? I’ll give you one of the ones I got you and you can do the same for me,” Prussia said. It was clear his little brother was unhappy about his best friend spending the holiday with his family and he was hoping the surprise of a handmade gift from him would lift his spirits. “I’ll go first and get you a present.”
“You don’t have to, Brüder, I’m not a child,” Germany said.
“Yeah, well, neither am I, but I still like to think I’m one at heart.”
Germany smiled. “Okay, go get one.”
Prussia got up and retrieved the box he had placed there earlier. “Frohe Weihnachten, Brüder.”
“Danke… Frohe Weihnachten, to you too.” Germany carefully opened the wrapping paper so as not to rip it.
Prussia chuckled as he watched him as he was the same way. He grinned when he saw the look on his brother’s face when he opened the box. “You like it?”
Germany nodded. “I love it. It looks hand knitted, where did you get it?”
Prussia’s grin broadened into a smirk. “I made it myself.”
Germany snorted. “No way.”
“Way!” Prussia replied. “You’d be surprised what you can learn if you surf the ‘net, West. Not all roads on the ‘net lead to porn, you know,” he teased.
Germany looked properly contrite, which had his brother chuckling. “I stand corrected.” He smiled. “Now let me get your gift.” Germany set the sweater a side and got up to go get the gift he had made his brother. “Here,” he said as he handed it to him.
“Thanks…” Prussia also carefully removed the wrapping paper and looked inside the box. “Tissue paper?” he teased.
“No, dummkopf!” Germany heaved a long suffering sigh.
Prussia smirked as he carefully tore away the tissue paper. He his eyes went wide when he saw his gift. “Blitzkrieg…” he said softly. “I love it, West!”
“Thanks.” Germany smiled. “It was kinda hard, but I think it came out okay.”
“It’s perfect… Thank you again, kleine Brüder.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I think we should do this again next year.”
“Me too.”
Characters: Prussia, Germany
Challenge: Holiday Winter Challenge - 31 Fics in 31 Days (Handmade)
Rating: G
Summary: Prussia and Germany have a special present for each other…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.
Word Count: 909
For Kat…
Prussia, knowing how much his brother liked handmade things, held up the soft hand knit sweater. He couldn’t believe that after watching a few how-to videos on YouTube and an exhaustive search on the net, he actually made a sweater. He snorted, thinking how awesome he was that it only took him a month from start to finish to get it done. The best part about it too, was that his brother had no idea what he was up to. It had been surprisingly easy as well to smuggle yarn and knitting needles down to his room.
He shook the sweater out, and laying it neatly on the bed, Prussia folded it. He walked over to his desk and picked up the box and tissue paper, bringing them back to the bed. Lining the box with the tissue paper, Prussia carefully picked up the sweater and put it in the box. He covered it with the ends of the tissue paper, followed by the box top. He took the box and brought it over to his desk. Moving his laptop to the side, Prussia unrolled a bit of wrapping paper. Placing the box on top of it, he measured out enough paper to cover it. Several minutes later, the wrapped gift sat under the Christmas tree along with all the presents. Prussia also placed one under there for Italy, containing his first knitting project, a scarf.
Germany, meanwhile, was admiring his handiwork out back in his workshop. While he normally built cuckoo clocks as a way to distress when things got too bad, this time, he made something different. Remembering how much Prussia had loved the little “Gilbird” he had carved from a bit of scrap wood, Germany had decided to make something a bit harder. He had spent the past couple of months carving a horse from a block of wood. His brother would sometimes wax nostalgic about an old war horse of his, to the point that down through the centuries, whenever he did own a horse, they were always a black Friesen. The horse Germany had carved for him was a Friesen too. As he put it in a box, Germany wondered if his brother would like it or the small portrait of Old Fritz he had suggested Italy paint for him better. Germany wrapped it and the box with the rabbits he had carved for Italy and leaving his workshop, he headed inside to place them under the tree.
“Whatchya doing, Brüderlein?” Prussia teased. He was sprawled on the sofa, Aster lying next to him.
“I was just putting my presents for you and Italy under the tree,” Germany replied. As he straightened up, he noticed Gilbird was asleep in the branches. “Must he sleep there?”
“Yeah…” Prussia said. “So when’s Itachen getting here?”
“Later, he’s helping Romano with Christmas dinner. He was thinking about staying for midnight mass, so it might be just the two of is, Brüder.” Germany sat on the other end of the sofa.
Aster thumped her tail on the sofa. Blackie, however, came over to him and put his head on Germany’s lap.
“I see… Do you want to open your presents now?”
Germany shrugged. “I kinda want to wait for Italy. But if you want to open yours, you can.”
“I know; what if we each opened one present? I’ll give you one of the ones I got you and you can do the same for me,” Prussia said. It was clear his little brother was unhappy about his best friend spending the holiday with his family and he was hoping the surprise of a handmade gift from him would lift his spirits. “I’ll go first and get you a present.”
“You don’t have to, Brüder, I’m not a child,” Germany said.
“Yeah, well, neither am I, but I still like to think I’m one at heart.”
Germany smiled. “Okay, go get one.”
Prussia got up and retrieved the box he had placed there earlier. “Frohe Weihnachten, Brüder.”
“Danke… Frohe Weihnachten, to you too.” Germany carefully opened the wrapping paper so as not to rip it.
Prussia chuckled as he watched him as he was the same way. He grinned when he saw the look on his brother’s face when he opened the box. “You like it?”
Germany nodded. “I love it. It looks hand knitted, where did you get it?”
Prussia’s grin broadened into a smirk. “I made it myself.”
Germany snorted. “No way.”
“Way!” Prussia replied. “You’d be surprised what you can learn if you surf the ‘net, West. Not all roads on the ‘net lead to porn, you know,” he teased.
Germany looked properly contrite, which had his brother chuckling. “I stand corrected.” He smiled. “Now let me get your gift.” Germany set the sweater a side and got up to go get the gift he had made his brother. “Here,” he said as he handed it to him.
“Thanks…” Prussia also carefully removed the wrapping paper and looked inside the box. “Tissue paper?” he teased.
“No, dummkopf!” Germany heaved a long suffering sigh.
Prussia smirked as he carefully tore away the tissue paper. He his eyes went wide when he saw his gift. “Blitzkrieg…” he said softly. “I love it, West!”
“Thanks.” Germany smiled. “It was kinda hard, but I think it came out okay.”
“It’s perfect… Thank you again, kleine Brüder.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I think we should do this again next year.”
“Me too.”
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Date: 2013-01-06 10:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-06 06:46 pm (UTC)I knit and actually it's rather relaxing since it has a certain repetitiveness to it, which I think he would also like; you can't be frenetic all the time. ;p. He'll sit & blog, surf the net, so he does like "quiet time." :D