APH Alphabet
A: Atlantis (Alternate Title: The Bad Touch Trio forgets something important)
A/N: First time writing APH fanfiction, so I'm sorry if they're OoC. I can't seem to find time to work on a multichapter fic, so I figured I'll work on oneshots. I can do oneshots, I can find the time for them. So, I'm going to make a series of oneshots for APH using the alphabet as prompts. Now, I have no idea if there is a canon Atlantis. If so then my bad, but I figured this would be a funny – and possible – reason to Atlantis' sudden disappearance under water. Now, for names I used the 'human' ones for characters talking to each other, and I used countries when describing them.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own APH, if I did I would know if there's a canon Atlantis.
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'How did I get into this situation again?' Thought Atlantis, as he unzipped his trousers. 'Oh right, the others thought this would be a good way to test our country hood.'
"Hey, Georgie, you almost done yet? The Awesome me can't wait forever you know! Kekekekeke…" Prussia called from the other side of the bush, where the rest of the Bad Touch Squad had been brave enough to undress.
"Sorry Gilbert, I'll be right there!" Atlantis called back – ignoring Prussia's sputters of the lack of an 'Awesome' before his name – a slight frown gracing his lips. It wasn't that he meant to take so long, he just got lost in thought some times. There was no reason for Prussia to single him out.
Finally kicking off his pants, Atlantis gathered his clothes and brushed aside the foliage to make sure Prussia didn't have a camera set up to take embarrassing pictures – he'd gotten one from Hungary for his last birthday, and despite protests that photography was a 'girly' pastime – how he didn't know Hungary was a girl yet still confused Atlantis – had used up both rolls of film that came with it, and was now a terror to all with any sense of dignity – or that France was waiting to… er, 'serenade', him. Luckily, both were clearly visible attempting to drown Spain in the small pond in the center of the clearing. Taking a deep breath, Atlantis readied himself, and charged in with a fearsome war cry.
"Fiiiiiiishy!" All three in the pond turned toward the sound, and were promptly flooded by the large splash Atlantis' cannonball had caused. After resurfacing, all turned to glare at Atlantis, and all noticed something peculiar about him.
"What? Is there something in my hair? Is it a spider! Get it off! Sweet lord get it off!" Atlantis panicked, and threw his hands up to brush his hair wildly, only for the clothes he had forgotten to put down to fall behind him on the shore.
"Oh." Atlantis said, realizing what his friends had been looking at him for. "Sorry."
"It's alright, we all get a bit forgetful sometimes…" Spain trailed off, looking at France and Prussia, hoping they would realize he was trying to comfort Atlantis, who could get a bit embarrassed about the small mistakes. France caught on immediately.
"Oui, oui, even I make mistakes sometimes. You just need to know when to let it go… if you need, I know just how to comfort- urk" France was cut short by a jab from Spain, but just as that problem had been solved, Prussia started another.
"Please, that's just you three peasants. The Awesome Prussia does- gah, how dare you touch me Anto- oh, I get it. Yeah, don't worry Georgie, you have the Awesome me to be here for you, so it'll all be fine." Another crisis averted, Spain let out the breath he had been holding, and softened his glare he had been digging into Prussia.
"Alright," Spain announced, getting everyone's attention. "Now that we're all here, we can begin. Everyone knows the rules, right?" He directed the last part towards Prussia, who he knew had something up his sleeve to cheat. Specifically, the straw he saw him sneak up there. Realizing Spain knew his trick, Prussia threw the straw onto the shore.
Atlantis, however, was a bit worried. "Antonio, I get that we are just seeing who can hold their breath the longest, but…" There was a tone of worry in Atlantis' voice.
"What is it, George?" Spain asked.
"Well… we can't see underwater, so how will we know if we won and can come up?" Atlantis responded, finally asking the question that was bothering him so.
Spain couldn't help but smile. It was no secret Atlantis prided himself on his love for and expertise in the water. Still, Spain had doubts Atlantis would be the winner, he just hoped that it wouldn't depress him too much. "Don't worry, one of the others will get whoever wins and tell him to come up."
Now reassured, Atlantis smiled, if timidly, and nodded that he was ready.
"Alright," France said, ready to start the challenge. "On whose count?"
Prussia spoke up immediately. "That would be mine, Francis."
The others groaned – this would not be good.
"On my count," Prussia repeated. "Eine, zwein, dr-" Prussia ducked underwater before he finished the count, leaving Spain and France to follow after, and a disgruntled Atlantis to sputter before following himself.
'Just wait' Atlantis thought to himself. 'I can do this, I can wait it out and show the others I'm not just some little orphaned country.' Little to Atlantis' knowledge, France had already given up, and Prussia would soon meet him.
"This, Gilbert," France called out to Prussia. "Is one game where it doesn't pay to get a head start."
Gilbert just glared and flipped him the bird.
France reacted quickly and caught Gilbird, while wondering where the Germanic nation had hidden his pet, who'd managed to stay perfectly dry. He turned to ask Prussia, when Spain burst between them, gulping in huge mouthfuls of air. Spain looked around while doing so, and once his lungs were no longer burning as much, spoke.
"I guess that means I win. So, where'd George run off to?" Spain asked, knowing the smaller nation must have come up earlier.
"Your guess is as good as mine, Antonio," France offered. "Perhaps he went home so as to not be disappointed in front of us. You know how sensitive and… weak, he can be."
Spain nodded. It made sense, after all. Atlantis never wanted to look weak in front of them. "So then, what now?"
"Well, I have a date," at this the other nations looked weirdly at Prussia, "with Elizaveta." Francis probably has someone to go… serenade, right around now," France's sly grin confirmed this. "And I hear that West and Feliciano are out of town, so Lovino is home alone."
Upon hearing those last words, Spain shot out of the water, grabbed his clothes, and ran off with a shout of "I am coming my Lovi!"
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Meanwhile, underwater:
'I can hold out' Atlantis thought. 'I'll show them I'm strong. I can stand this.'
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*5,000 years later*
"I can't stand this!" Prussia cried out, standing up and getting stares from both Spain and France. Both put down their cards and looked at each other.
"Gilbert, if you can't stand losing, do not host poker night at your house." France spoke sternly, still simmering at being denied strip poker.
"It's not that," Prussia snapped back. "It's just… I don't know. Do you ever feel like you forgot something really important?"
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A/N: And done. I have ideas for the rest of the alphabet, but feel free to drop prompts to challenge me. If I get a good one and use it I will credit you. Please review, especially telling me if I didn't capture one of the characters correctly! Sorry if its short, but I consider normal chapters to be 3,000 or so words, so my oneshots tend to drift more towards 1-2,000. Hope you got a good laugh out of it though.
For those here from my other stories: I'm going to try picking up Ashes to Ashes again, so expect to see a chapter from that sometime next week.
-Kep
~"It is not enough to do our best, we must do what is required." – Winston Churchill