Rating: T
Talking: Yeah so this scene was also in Spellcaster, Secretkeeper but this time it's from Lithuania's perspective! :) I'll also publish chapter 11 today though.
Unrelated, I was playing this game and one of the kids I was playing with had to speak in a French accent, right? And he didn't know how to do that and ended up just saying 'bonjour' and 'oui' before and after every sentence and I was laughing at how offended France would be XD
Disclaimer: I do not hold or claim to hold any sort of ownership or rights over the characters in this story: they belong to Hetalia/Hidekaz Himaruya
CHAPTER TEN:
"So, for serious this time, did you guys, like, do the do last night?" Poland wonders curiously. I nearly choke.
England does actually choke, blushing crimson. He hides his face in his hands and puling his wings tightly around him. An apology is on my lips but then France begins to speak. "My charm is irresistible, and we were sharing a tent. Of course he didn't last long," he says almost casually, and England grabs his arm, burying his face in it. I stare in shock.
"Frog, I will skin you," England threatens, his voice a little shaky. I'm sure he's swearing colorfully in his head. I bury my face in my hands but peek through my fingers.
"I'll skin you first, mon lapin," France says cheerfully. England makes a strangled hissing noise in the back of his throat. I can't help but raise an eyebrow.
Poland laughs, "I knew it! You two are, like, totally cute together!" he declares, his wings starting to rise from pure excitement. I have to grab his wingtips to keep him from whacking any of the humans behind him, and we get more than a few strange looks.
Germany-who has so far been staying safely out of the conversation-raises an eyebrow. "Skinning is what you call cute? Remind me not to invade Poland…" he says under his breath. France glares, but I have to focus on my friend.
"Please calm down, Poland," I beg. Poland sends me a quick glare and doesn't react. "Calm down, Po," I say with a sigh.
Poland leans back in his seat, hooking his feet into the supports under the table so he doesn't flip over. Germany tents his wings around himself as if to hide from the outside world. I kind of feel like doing that myself, actually.
France begins explaining all the details to Poland ("He's got a tattoo of a guitar that even I didn't know about!"). I watch in complete and utter horror while England starts clenching France's arm so hard I wouldn't be surprised if he cut off the circulation.
Well, this is Poland. I should probably get used to this kind of stuff if I'm going to be friends with him.
But this is just an illusion of peace, isn't it?