Prussia sighed from his seat at the table, chin resting in is hand as he watched his girlfriend tap functions into her DSi that he was sure meant nothing to anyone other than her.
See, [Name] was an avid Pokémon fan. When the new Black and White Versions came out, she had rushed out to buy them, and now, playing them was all she ever did. And, quite frankly, Prussia was sick of it; he hated being ignored, especially for a video game that, as far as he was concerned, was far from awesome. A strategy game? How boring could you get?!
Still, he had no idea how to tear [Name] away from her obsession. He had tried almost everything imaginablefaking illness, faking injury, threatening a break-up, threatening to try out on her a new bondage technique he had learned from Germany's movie collectionbut she hardly even paid him any mind, sometimes ignoring him completely.
Prussia needed ideas. So, he needed to research his enemy.
"Can I see how you play that?" he asked her one day.
"Sure," [Name] responded distractedly, inching over so Prussia could join her on the couch. "I'm fighting Trainers in the stadiums." She began explaining how fighting Trainers was different from fighting wild Pokémon, and how there were eight Gyms and then the Elite Four and
Prussia eventually stopped listening. None of that would help him out. He needed something he could work with.
The foe's Machamp used Submission!
Hello. Something in Prussia's mind clicked. Maybe that could work
But that by itself wouldn't be enough. So he stuck around a little bit longer.
The foe's Tangrowth used Tickle!
The wild Panpour used Lick!
The wild Deerling used Charm!
The country smirked, and had to literally bite down on his tongue to hold in his signature "kesesese." Oh yes, this could definitely do the job
Prussia looked at [Name] around the corner from his position in the hallway. Sure enough, she was still focused on that game
but not for long. He strode proudly into the room, to the couch, and began to set his plan into motion.
"Hey, [Name]," he purred, folding his arms across the arm of the couch, "you still playing that game?"
Without looking up at him, she nodded.
"Y'know," he pondered aloud, "I don't see what the big deal with that game is." He couldn't hold back the sneering grin that crawled on his face when she frowned at him, offended. Before she could accuse him of "not getting it," he went on, "After all, why bother with a game when you could have your own Pokémon right here?" He pointed to himself with a backwards jab of his thumb.
[Name] raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
He leaned toward her. "Call me Prussiamon," he cooed.
[Name]'s eyes widened, but before she could get a word out, he brought his mouth to her ear and whispered seductively, "Prussiamon used Charm~"
[Name] shivered, but she was the stubborn sort and shrugged it off. "I'm not in the mood, Prussiamon," she grumbled, refocusing on the game.
He frowned, but quickly got over it. Moving around to stand directly in front of her, he bent down and then lunged toward her, making her shriek.
"W-What are you-?!"
"Kesesesese~ Prussiamon used Tickle!" he sang as he dug his fingers into her sides and did exactly that, as she squealed and squirmed until she was breathless and begging him to stop. He did only when he had her on her back, pinned beneath him, and he leaned down to her cheek and trailed his tongue along it, murmuring this time, "Prussiamon used Lick!" before continuing to trace patterns on her skin.
"P-Prussia, knock it off," she weakly protested his touch, but deep down, she knew she was somewhat enjoying it. She realized just how much she had missed his affection, and suddenly, her games seemed so much less important.
"Come upstairs," he urged playfully, "so I can show you my Submission attack, too."
"Alright, alright," she surrendered, half-annoyed, yet half-interested as well. "I'll come up."
"YES! FINALLY!" Prussia nearly blew out her eardrums, but then again, he nearly did that almost every day anyway. He clambered off of her and started skipping toward the stairs
but he stopped when he realized that she wasn't following. He looked back at her, and groaned when he saw that she was back at her DSi, tapping at the bottom screen. "Come on," he whined, "I thought you were coming!"
"I am," [Name] retorted, "but I have to save first."