NotaPunk; Ok finals are coming up and I'm trying to write as many stories as I can before hand. Any requests will be done after wards. This actually happened between a friend and myself. Hungary represents me and Lichtenstein represents my friend. Also this is the second part in my "WHOA LICHENTSTEIN DID THAT!"
Revenge is Best Served with Sharpie
Hungary's POV
I was listening to Germany as he droned on and on about something that was probably not interesting in the first place. Twirling a black sharpie between my fingers, I looked at the small girl next me, who was paying attention though looking quite bored. Sighing I tried to pay attention, but my hand started moving on it's own, doodling a small drawing.
It was of North Italy wearing clothes far to big for him and wearing glasses. His shirt was opened in the front showing his chest. Smiling and asking why Germany had a nosebleed. I heard a squeak coming from my left side, I glanced over out of the corner of my eye to see the blonde haired girl holding a hand over her mouth. Her cheeks were apple color red.
I smirked at her, Lichtenstein looked at me and returned my smirk with a smile. All through out the meeting Lichtenstein and I would write each other notes. Near the end of the meeting I grabbed her hand and started writing on her hand.
I wasn't paying attention to what I was writing, as the ink formed on her skin. After I was done I read the words that I wrote and stifled a laugh. Making sure that Lichtenstein didn't get her hand back until Germany dismissed everyone. After I let go, I ran straight out of the room, laughing all the way. The words I had written came to my mind over and over again Who wants sex? It's only five dollars.
Two Months Later
It was another world conference meeting and I sat in the same seat as last time. Once again Germany was droning on about something tedious. I looked over at my friend to see her putting all of her concentration onto Germany. She had been ignoring me for a while, since the whole five dollars thing.
I stretched my arms above my head and looked at the ceiling before resting my head on them, against the table. The conference room was so comfortably warm that it was no wonder that I fell asleep.
When I awoke again everyone was gone except for England who was straightening the room up. Once again I stretched my arms above my head. Feeling a yawn come I used the back of my hand to try to stop it. Something was different about it though. There were three words on it that made me bust out laughing, and I knew that Lichtenstein would start talking to me again. For on the back of my hand the words I have an erection, were written if black sharpie marker.
END
NotaPunk; Okay when I said that this one would be the /Lichtenstein once, I made a mistake, the next one will be. Probably post it by Wednesday after I do a bit more research on the topic. Please review!