Day 51: Breakfast

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

Yuffie Kisaragi, indomitable bouncing ball of sunshine and unfathomable ebullience, was tired. It'd been a long night full of gibberish and getting nowhere fast.

"Can't I—"

Plucky, who had been busily loading a plate full of French toast and bacon, tittered. "I'm afraid not, Hanna, darling. A chat over a nice, hearty breakfast would do you a world of good, don't you think?"

"Aaaaactually—"

"Come on, let's find you a seat. Plenty to choose from this morning!"

For a long moment, Yuffie seriously considered doing something—anything—to act out. Punch her nurse, rub jam in an orderly's face, climb a wall and hang off the ceiling, jump on a table and parody Loveless… A ruckus like that would definitely jolt her back into gear, right? Sedation aside. And it'd turn Plucky's good day right on its head, which was always a bonus worth shooting for.

But, by the time she'd reached a decision—and it was an epic decision, a really awesome one; everybody'd appreciate the genius, she was sure—she was already alone. Her breakfast tray had been set down neatly by the nurse, who had left with an infuriatingly winsome smile.

"Wow," Yuffie muttered. Shaking her head, she picked a chair at random and threw herself into it. She kicked back, one arm slung across her eyes, to wait. For what, she wasn't totally sure. Some moron to decide that she looked like good company? That was how it usually went.

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[hat_einen_vogel]

So Greece and Iceland were having trouble in the future, or at least weren't having as easy of a time was West was. Good to know, though he couldn't think of a practical application for the knowledge, without either of them here. But at least West's words served as further confirmation that his brother was just fine in the future.

Not that Prussia doubted any brother of his would be kept down for long.

His face darkened when West brought up the Control Council's plans for them, but only for a moment. Prussia covered up his disquiet with a laugh; knowing that he would survive helped, but it didn't exactly make up for everything. Things may have been bright sixty years from now, but sixty days from now still looked grim.

"Well, they've issued a bunch of proclamations and instructions and orders and directives and laws ever since the end of the war, if that's what you mean," Prussia said, shrugging nonchalantly. "But if you mean what they're going to do next... Right. They had told me that they'll be abolishing my State next month, but they haven't really told me anything about what they're planning to do after that. I guess they think they don't need to, but they're underestimating me!"

[neuepolitik.livejournal.com]

Ludwig remembered those words, or rather, ones much like them. Back when they had both been defeated, when the Allies had beaten them both into the ground and left them to await their fate, Gilbert had said similar words. 'They're underestimating me!' It hadn't been simple bravado, either; his older brother had survived what no one else thought a nation could endure, and he wasn't much the worse for that wear. Granted, it was still uncertain if it had truly worked, still not entirely solid in its formation, but Prussia had survived. Even in the dark days after the War, he had survived and carried on as he always had. Perhaps it was too much to say that he had made a complete recovery, but it was at least not an end to the one who had raised him and made him who he was.

...no, what worried Ludwig was the immediate future. Prussia had no idea what was in store for him. Their survival had been predicated on their lands being ripped in half. Half, Ludwig's, had been allowed some measure of self-determination. He'd recovered from the worst ravages of the war, and slowly grew into an economic power again. And half... half was Gilbert's. Half had been thrown to be savaged by the Russian Bear. Half had been decimated and ravaged and left a broken husk of what it once was. Did he dare speak about it? Should he let Gilbert know, or was it better to leave him in ignorance?

"Ah... on that topic..." But he couldn't say anything else. Suddenly the intercom chimed in, and it broke Ludwig's nerve. Later on, perhaps, he'd come to a decision about it. For now, however, he scooped up his journal and changed subjects quickly. "Hopefully we can speak again tomorrow during this shift? I hope to have more to report then."

[hat_einen_vogel]

Damn announcement, interrupting things... The last of his sausages was still hanging off the end of his fork, so Prussia quickly shoved it in his mouth to finish it off in anticipation of the nurses coming over to insist he leave the mess hall whether he'd finished his breakfast or not.

He was curious about what West might have been planning to say 'on that topic', but it was obviously going to have to wait for another time. Must not have been that important, anyway, or else his brother would surely have brought it up immediately.

"Alright," he agreed with a nod, watching West's preparations to leave but not making any move of his own just yet. "I'll see you tomorrow."