The Prompt is this:
1) Takes the Bad Friends trio
2) Genderbend them
3) Make them bored and wanting to play a game/makes a bet with eachother: Whoever can get their respective tsundere or frenemy to date and lay them first wins whatever they decided to bet on.
France: England
Spain: Southern Italy
Prussia: Austria
So basically, there is gonna be a lot of fail seducing, oblivious men, each one determined to win, and maybe one of these actually end up staying together...?
Whoever wins is up to authornon, but bonus is Prussia takes a break halfway through the game to play on her crush on Northern Italy and let him take her on dates while the others have to suffer rejection tee hee
Trio
By this time in their long and occasionally scandalous relationship with the nation who called herself Prussia, France and Spain had both become used to her often overly-complex and ridiculous plans -or perhaps they should be called schemes. Used to them as they were however, they never claimed to understand or support them.
"C'mon you dumme Lesben!" she said with a smile that was entirely too wide and too devious, "This is a great idea!" She turned to France who was regarding her with a raised eyebrow that in her experience didn't necessarily mean she was going to reject her outright, but also didn't mean she was going to go along with it. "Since when have you been one to pass up something like this?"
France frowned, and Prussia thought for a moment that she'd pushed a few wrong buttons, "What makes you think either of us would be interested in such a thing?" she said haughtily, determined to ignore Prussia's comment, as she knew exactly what she was insinuating, and it would only serve to get her annoyed.
"Because why wouldn't you?"
Only raised eyebrows in reply.
Prussia sighed, rolling her eyes and slamming her hands down on the table at which her two friends sat. "Because I'm bored and don't want to do my work! And I know you're the same!" she whined.
Spain chuckled, "Well, I for one don't see any harm in it."
France sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers, "Fine, I have been looking for a reason to do more than just flirt with him anyway."
Prussia grinned, the kind of grin that dropped France's stomach, but that Spain just found amusing. "Okay, what're the rules then?"
"Well like you said, we would each try to seduce our..." France hesitated on the word before continuing, "Tsundere -We spend too much time with Japon. That means I'll seduce mon petit Angleterre, Espangne will seduce son mignon petit Sud de l'Italie, and you, dear Prusse, will seduce Autriche." France paused to think for a moment while the other two women waited for her to continue, it was best to let her make up the rules, since no one really knew what she counted as sex and what she counted as "juste un peu d'amusement" -to use her own words. "I think that we can only win once we've slept with them though, that means full penetration, no blowjobs, no 'handies'-" she chuckled, "Well you may, but this will only be seen as bonus, no?" she chuckled again before returning to reciting the newly formed rules. "It has to be completely consensual, and you both have to orgasm, does that sound reasonable?"
The two other women thought for a moment before nodding their agreement, "Yes, but I think that we should also have a rule that says we both have to be sober. I know that you and England have had drunken one-night-stands before." Said Spain.
France waved a hand airily, "As if I would sink that low, but I see your point, sober it is."
"What're the rules on sabotage?" asked Prussia, tapping a finger against her chin with an entirely too pleased smirk plastered on her face.
"We shouldn't sabotage I think," said Spain, furrowing her brows slightly in worry, "I think it will cause more harm than good, we'll end up fighting."
The other two women nodded their agreement, though Prussia did it with significantly less enthusiasm. She perked up again soon enough though, "What're we betting? Because personally," she smiled lazily, placing a hand on her chest, "I have an awesome idea."
France and Spain exchanged worried looks before turning back their friend who was grinning down at them, "And that is?" Spain asked warily.
"The winner has the two losers buy all of the winner's drinks for two months!" she announced, causing the other two women's eyes to bulge considerably.
"But we'll be bankrupt within a week if you win!" France protested.
Prussia smirked, "Admitting defeat already? We'll hardly be better off if you win, what with the price of the glorified grape juice you like to guzzle."
France glowered, making the smirk on Prussia's face fall if only a little, there were many things she would tolerate, insulting her wine wasn't one of them, "Just because your barbarian's tongue can't appreciate fine wine, does not mean everyone cannot. Please remind yourself that some of us were raised with a little class, even though you seem to have been denied that privilege."
While Prussia glared at France who was now deliberately looking away from her with her arms crossed and her brows furrowed, Spain stared at them worriedly. She giggled nervously, "Now, who says either of you are going to win?" she said, in the hopes of tugging the topic away from alcohol and back to the matter at hand.
France scoffed, smiling simply at Spain, "Because I am the country of Love and not even that sour old grape Angleterre is truly able to resist my womanly allure."
Prussia laughed, "You mean exactly how he has been for several centuries now?"
France waved a dismissive hand in her direction, "I haven't been trying." She replied simply, "Had I been he would have been mine within the week."
"We're talking about the same England right? No way you can have him within a week!"
France raised an eyebrow at her friend, her eyes half lidded with sarcasm, "And how exactly do you expect to seduce Autriche, it certainly can't be the charm of gentle wordplay, or the allure of the womanly form, so please enlighten us."
Prussia snorted, "I am too awesome for him to resist." She said airily.
France smirked, "Then how, pray tell, has he been doing so for centuries?" she said, mimicking Prussia's scratchy, accented voice.
They glared at each other, but were interrupted by a soft chuckle and a light, "Well it doesn't matter, because I will get my little Romano before either of you even get to 'first-base', as Estados Unidos would say."
The two looked at their friend, smirks adorning all of their faces, "It's settled then." Prussia announced, "We begin at the next meeting."
Traaaaanslations:
dumme Lesben - Stupid Lesbians (Because why not)
juste un peu d'amusement - Just a little bit of fun
That's it for phrases I think, the country names are pretty obvious so I'm not going to bother.
