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I’ve tried to motivate myself into getting back into tumblr rp again several times, but it just doesn’t look like I’ll be coming back here. I’m still on tumblr, on my personal, which is a sideblog linked to this main. and I’m still down to rp in a private setting with anyone that wants to. Just shoot me a message, I’ll still be answering IMs.

“The periphery always gets fucked over unless the center powers have a reason. I only got help during the Prussian Uprising because the Pope had been one of mine, so he knew how much you guys wanted to fuck me over. When Luftwaffe could’ve saved Königsburg? Nope, they let the Russians flatten it.” She took another drink and set the beer down. Then she did something strange: instead of mirroring the Estonian’s melancholia, Julchen grinned and nudged him. “And despite everyone’s very best efforts, I’m still here and kicking. So are you. If imperialism’s coming back in fashion, we’ll fight it again.”

He sighed, a smile quirking the corners of his mouth. “Your concern is very much appreciated, Prussia,” he said softly. The irritation in his voice was gone. “But it is simply a matter between me and my physician. Ex-physician. And I am quite recovered from my earlier temper.” He shrugged as well, a chuckle coming from him. “I shall have to write a letter for a new one so that will occupy my time anyway.”

“Oh, the one who said wearing pants would make me lose my mind? Can’t imagine that.” Julchen snickered, back to that easy grin that sat on he face with incredible familiarity. Since she hadn’t fallen into some sort of lunacy induced by pants in the past five hundred years, she was rather dismissive of the entire notion. “I take it he said something especially ridiculous?”

He stumbled momentarily, a swear leaving his lips before he quickly switched strategies– to a more defensive one. He felt his ribs twinge in pain a bit but ignored it. He quickly brought a hand up to protect his throat, his hand grabbing her wrist and twisting it backwards behind her back. 

Jul hissed in a breath through her teeth as her arm was twisted behind her. Despite what she might wish, she was not nearly as strong as Antonio, so she couldn’t stop the counter. “And this is what you’re bringing to the table? Come on.” Still, she wasn’t going defensive: Julchen aimed a kick at Antonio’s knees, knowing they were a weak point. She did make a point going easy, barely a tap compared to an actual kick, because she didn’t honestly want to blow out his knees again.