Prussia x Broom

Prussia x Broom

I love my broom, okay? People always judge the awesome me, especially Austria. But I know he’s just jealous that he doesn’t have a broom like my awesome one. This is how it all started.

My house was a mess, and I needed to clean it so I didn’t look like a slob for the ladies, you know? They dig my awesomeness, but my house didn’t look awesome. So, I went to the supply closet, wondering where to start.

Then I saw her.

My broom.

Sitting alone in the back of the closet, the most gorgeous broom I’ve ever seen. Her brown bristles flowed gracefully to the ground like a skirt of twigs. I knew that she was the one. I grabbed Broom from the closet and brought her to the living room.

I swung her around and danced awesomely. My woman was for no one else but me. Then, I heard a voice like chimes in my head. It was an awesome voice.

Oh, awesome Prussia, I love you. But I have a secret.

“Yes, my awesome Broom?” I spoke aloud.

I am not really a broom, Awesome One. I am a guitar.

“A... guitar?” Even more awesome.

Yes, and I have one request.

“Anything for you, dear Broom.”

Play me. No one believes that I am a guitar. Go play me so the world can see.

“Of course, awesome Broom.” I said, kissing her softly and running to where I knew everyone would be... Dublin University.

~*~*~Time skip brought to you by the awesome Broom~*~*~

At the University, I strolled in like I owned the place. And I should, I mean, look at how awesome I am. I took my Broom and walked up to Austria. He was talking to the Axis Powers while Australia was ranting to Japan and Hungary was talking about the Swimming Club. How un-awesome.

This party needs some awesome livening up. So I pulled out Broom and played her. She produced music that was velvet to my ears and hopefully everyone else’s. It was truly awesome.

“DUNGJHGAJGHAJHGJSAGDHJ”

“And Prussia is being as distracting as always.” Austria’s cold disapproving voice rang out.

THE END.