Strategy Games

How Prussia found out

Several people are interested in just how I survived. Not like I'd tell them. I am one of the oldest nations around. Due to my catchphrase being "I am awesome"(I without a doubt am), and my disbandment, several of the nations look down on me. 

Some of the nations might think I am stupid. Do explain how I've survived for centuries, and survived my dissolution if I was an idiot. Another example of my awesomeness, I trained America, he beat England. 

I'm sarcastic, and joke around a lot. But considering most nations blame me for being the root of the problem, that's why I was disabanded after the World Wars, you'd think they'd think that I can actually think. 

So yes, I'm smart. I taught Germany, I literally raised him. I am well versed in war, and I've also been around longer then most which adds to my knowledge.

I enjoy mysteries and hate being oblivious, so when Russia and America act civil to each other I immediately take note of it. Nobody else notices it, aside from a few askance glances when Russia and America were meeting for lunch or dinner. 

And after a bit, I managed to figure out what they were doing. They were meeting and playing games involving strategy, and my curiosity was sated.

Then came the one day America and Russia were arguing quietly about something.

So, I walked up without them noticing and listened to their discussion.

"So, why don't I be the third player for the game?" I suggested, America jumping before taking a breath of relief.

"And why should we let you?" Russia said smoothly, as if he was expecting it.

"It's a strategy game, isn't it? I like strategy games." I stated, the two of them raised a respective eyebrow slightly.

"...Deal." America said, narrowing his eyes at he looked at me. 

America extended his hand towards me, and we shook once before letting go. 

"I'll join you for lunch then." I said. 

Well, I think this is it for this story. Unless I get inspired, I'm not writing anymore for this story.

Thanks so much for reading!

-Silver