Warning: this fic contains alcohol abuse, crappily and ignorantly written culture, teenage chaos, sex, and yaoi.
Well, this is just the beginning; wanted to know if you guys would like me to post updates here of not. I want to write it regardless of course.
U-BETA-ed as always
"I'm sooooo bored." Denmark flopped backwards on his chair, his back arched just over the top so that his top half dangled. He wacthed his friend pace back and forth upside-down. "We could-" Denmark quickly chimed in," Tino found our apartment and came with an axe remember, oh deeear Prussia." His eyes squinted; though Prussia could hardly take it as a threat, seeing as the man was not right-side up. "I thought he was Austria! I wouldn't have given our address so easily but-" Denmark quickly squirmed and flipped himself so that the bend of his stomach was met with the top of the chair. Clutching tightly to the round back, he barked "Ya, it's always excuses with you. You ruin /every/ plan you make! You might as well be Norwegian because I am sick of hear-" His friend was quick to cut him off, probably because he was unable to finish his statements as well. "THAT IS IT, my friend! Norway! Quick, what's today's date?" Denmark looked at him quizically but flicked his eyes towards the calendar that hung on the wall. "22 April?" His tone lifted in curiosity and confusion.
"Exactly, my friend. ex-act-ly!"
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"Svein! Come on, we just got the list! These look a lot harder than the previous years." The tall Norwegian called over. His friend, Svein, was pretty short for his nationality; though did have the signature sandy-blonde hair, along with the pasty skin that could only burn when the sun kissed it. "Of course they are, we are all trying to top each other." The blonde sighed, his books encased in his arms as he climbed down the stairs. It was all just an elaborate lie to get laid and wasted. It was all about popularity and he wished it would just pass right by. His friend nearly jumped him and slung a limp arm around his should," C'mon man, we're R-U-S-S now. In three more days, the real party begins!"
Uh oh, Svein thought, he had a feeling he'd need to participate.
This would be interesting.