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He couldn't remember how they had ended up on the couch, sprawled out on it, and staring at the television. For some reason, Prussia had declared that she wanted to watch Titanic. Of course Elizaveta and Roderich had agreed, albeit a bit reluctantly. In fact, the only reason the Austrian had agreed was because it was his own house…and because he secretly liked the movie. There was nothing better than a tragic movie with copious amounts of love. And unfortunately, the Prussian had invited a certain Frenchman over. Her reason? "Well, France isthe country of love after all!" Yes, Roderich hadn't liked that one little bit. And this was what led to their current situation. All four of them were sprawled across the couch in a distinctly 'hoodlum' manner, as the aristocrat so nicely put it. First there was Elizaveta, sitting on a separate armchair and watching the movie intently, a handkerchief in hand and staring with wide teary eyes at the screen. Strange…she doesn't seem upset. I wonder vhy she looks so…happy? Mused Austria. France was sitting on one end of the couch with his albino friend leaning against him. Austria himself was on the other side of said albino. And now he was wondering why he had agreed to watch this movie. It was clear what scene it was. Kate Winslet was slowly walking forward, shedding her robe while speaking seductively to the young man on screen. She made some comment about a French woman (which made Francis grumble under his breath, but not for too long), and lay down on the couch. BRAZENLY! I mean, you could see her, let's be real mature here...boobs!
"Vat ze hell?" yelped Roderich, jumping violently ad blushing furiously, averting his gaze from the television screen. The room's other three occupants turned to look at him curiously, pausing the movie with Kate Winslet frozen on her spot on the couch. Austria peeked a glance at the television screen before let out a strangled choke, looking away again. Prussia smirked, eyeing the uncomfortable man with a grin while she slowly sat up properly.
"Vat's wrong Roddy? Vhy do you look so flustered?" she cooed with false sympathy. The Frenchman in the room admired the naked body of the actress on screen before turning to look at the other male nation I the room, nodding approvingly.
"You look very gorgeous when you blush, Autriche. You should do it more often. And I can always 'elp you wiz zat…" Francis trailed off with a suggestive look, only making the blush on the musician's face worse. Elizaveta cackled internally, putting on a slightly irritated look as she studied the other nations.
"Put the movie back on! I want to finish it!" she snapped, grinning smugly when France did as she told. But this time, the French speaking nation was sitting next to the dark haired nation, passing the man a wink and turning his attention to the television. Austria flushed, not looking at the screen any more and instead staring blankly at the wall. He heard some strange noises from the television and risked a glance at the Frenchman next to him. The blue eyed man's cheeks were lightly flushed and he looked delighted in whatever was happening onscreen. His gaze shifted to Gilberta who was also blushing slightly, looking vaguely uncomfortable at the scene. The noises from the television escalated a bit. His ex-wife was looking rather interested. Unable to stop his curiosity, Austria turned his head to look at the screen and immediately wished he hadn't. Things were getting rather…steamy. So when the phone chose that moment to go off, he really had no qualms in leaping out of the couch and practically running out of the room, ignoring someone's coughed 'prude'.
"H-hallo?"
"Austria? This is England. I have some…bad news," said a familiar English voice. The Austrian man frowned slightly, making a small hum to indicate he was listening.
"W-well, you know how I was supposed to make a potion? I did, but the thing is… I don't really think its safe any more. I made the wrong potion and one of my fairy friends accidentally spilled some on a boot in a ceremonial pentagram. That was for Prussia. I'm afraid there might have been some effect on her. Is she okay?"
There was a silence as the Austrian absorbed the news before her groaned.
"Arthur, please tell me that the probability of something happening to Prussia is very low!" he pleaded. The was nervous laughter on the other line.
"Hehe. Sorry old chap, but she's got a 72% chance of something happening to her."
"VAT?"
"Look on the Brightside, she's got a 28% chance of nothing happening to her!"
"Arthur! Vhy vas there a boot in a pentagram anyvays! And how does the boot relate to her!"
"Well, you were the one who told me to fix her! I just borrowed one of her boots to cast a spell on her. You know, like a voodoo doll. Anyways, don't worry…much. Romania is going to help me fix it. If there is any problem with her then you tell me, okay?"
"Ja. Okay. But I swear, if you don't get this new problem fixed by the end of the day, I'll set Germany on you."
"Hahaha… don't worry, I'll try getting it done as fast as I can. No need to call Germany right? And the transformation potion will take a few days now. The potion has to be left to ferment for two days and the rest of the process is rather lengthy."
"It's okay. Just don't vaste any more time. And don't do anything wrong this time either, do you understand?"
"Yes, yes. Goodbye. And please call me if there's something wrong with her."
"I understand. Good bye."
Austria put the phone down and sighed, pinching the bride of his nose with a tired sigh…
And then proceeded to jump out of his skin as two arms wrapped themselves around his waist. He whirled around to find Prussia grinning at him as she adjusted her arms. He was sure his face was as red a fire truck.
"W-was are you doing Gilberta?" he stammered out, trying to squirm away. The woman growled a bit, pulling him closer.
"Nothing much Roddy," she replied, leaning forward, scarlet lust filled eyes str- wait…LUST FILLED EYES? Austria yelped, eyes widening as another Prussia stomped down from the stairs. She was glaring and had a sword in her hand. Her uniform was her old one, a short dark blue skirt (so dark it almost looked black), a white shirt (with an ascott), a long blue coat (that almost covered the skirt) with red cuffs and knee high white boots. She closed in on the Prussia holding him (who was dressed in a dark blue coat with a dark blue shirt, black boots and a belt, like Prussia's normal uniform), her sword nearing her throat.
"Step away from him," she growled. The one holding him, who Austria decided to call Prussia, stepped away, pouting a bit.
"Relax Protectiveness, I wasn't going to do anything," she assured her. The other woman, Protectiveness as she was apparently called, growled, approaching the Austrian man and eyeing him.
"Are you okay? I apologize for Lust's behavior. Do you know where we are?" she asked politely. Roderich opened his mouth and backed away, bumping into another girl. She was dresses in the Teutonic Priest uniform and looked terrified.
"I'M SO SORRY!" she squealed, hiding behind her hands.
"Fear! I told you to stay inside the room!" scolded Protect, putting her hands on her hips. There was a sudden noise and suddenly Hungary, France and the real Prussia, who he decided to refer to as Gilberta, appeared. There was a stunned silence as they all stared at each other.
"VAT ZE HOLY CRAPOLA IS GOING ON HERE!" shouted Gilberta, standing in front of all her doppelgangers who stared right back. Well, at least Protect and Lust did, Fear was looking more terrified than anything. Francis on the other hand, seemed quite happy, especially when Lust approached him with a flirtatious giggle. Gilberta stared at all her clones before grabbing Lust by the hair and pulling her away from the now sad Frenchman.
"Alright, vat is going on?" she demanded. There was a silence before Fear quietly spoke up.
"We're parts of your personality. You should be glad Anger didn't come out. Protectiveness scared him away," said the woman quietly. There was another stunned silence before Prussia cackled, throwing her arms around Lust and Fear, grinning widely.
"This is AWESOME! Let's go finish watching Titanic."
With that, she led her personality parts away, sprawling all over the couch with Lust. The other two were a bit more guarded. Francis followed them back into the living room. As much as he loved teasing the aristocrat, there were two women in the room and one of which he might be able to get some with. Hungary followed him too, only pausing to give a sympathetic smile at her ex-husband. But the feeling that she might miss something important (like two girls making out or something), she went back into the living room too. Roderich groaned, leaning against a wall with a despairing look on his face. "Vhy me?"
Meanwhile, somewhere in the middle of nowhere…
Norway opened his eyes, blinking and trying to figure out where he was. The room he was in was scantily furnished and quite old. I mean, there was a layer of dust covering everything! He sighed, turning his head and spotting his troll friend watching him, looking grumpy.
"Do you know who did this?" he asked the troll. Before the creature could reply, a voice interrupted his.
"Me of course. You were about to tell on me."
Lukas sighed, rolling his eyes before glaring moodily at the person.
"Well, maybe if you hadn't forced me to do this."
His captor chuckled, throwing his head back in a laugh. There was a glint of gold in the little light that permeated the room.
"I never forced you. I asked nicely and you said yes. Anyways, if I find out that you're telling on me again, I'll do worse than capture you."
"Whatever. Can I go?"
"Yes."
The Norwegian man was released and he huffed, rolling his shoulder before flashing a look at his captor.
"Just so you know, Arthur is searching for a spell."
And then the magician was gone. The other man took out his phone, tapping away.
From: THATPERSON
To: YAOIMASTER
V NEED 2 B QUICK. HEARD ENGLAND IS SEARCHING 4 A SPELL.
The reply was quick to come.
From: YAOIMASTER
To: THATPERSON
AGREED. IM WORKIGN ON IT. SHE HAS 3 MORE CLONES RIGHT NOW ;) FRANCIS IS HAPPY.
He didn't bother replying, knowing that he would get the pictures sent quickly enough. The blond laughed, more like cackled, evilly and grinned widely. Yes, this was perfect.
And at Germany's place…
Germany paced tensely, wondering what had happened to Norway and if he was okay. Italy and the dogs watched him, their eyes following him everywhere.
"Ve, Germany, why don't you sit down? You shouldn't pace so much," suggested the Italian. The German man stopped pacing for a second, turning to eye his ally before sighing and sitting down, tapping a foot against the ground.
"Vhere do you think he is?"
"He's probably fine, ve?"
"I don't kn-"
The blond was abruptly cut off as the phone rang. He practically jumped at the phone, taking it and putting t to his ear.
"Hallo?"
"Hallo. This is Roderich."
"Ah, Roderich. Vat happened?"
"Vell, I vanted to-"
Here the Austrian broke off, muttering something. Germany heard a few disjointed words. More specifically, he heard, "Ah, oui ma Cherie, pull 'arder." Ludwig immediately turned red, wondering why the Frenchman was in Austria's house. And more specifically, with his sister. He heard Gilberta mumble something. Something that included the words 'balls', 'squeeze' and 'pleasure'. Yes, he really didn't want to know. Oh who was he kidding, he wanted to get over there and rip France's head off if the man was doing anything perverted (which sounded like it) with his sister. Austria came back on the phone, clearing his throat.
"Are you still there, Ludwig? You are? Good. There is a little problem here…"
"You bet there is a problem. Is that Frenchie becoming too handsy with mein schwester?"
"Vat? No! Gilberta is perfectly fine. The- Gilberta! Don't put something so much in at once! Francis! You might make her choke!"
Aster watched her master curiously. He had turned an interesting shade of red and was glowering at nothing. She nudged his knee, blinking up at him. He simply fondled her ears and mumbled something about killing someone with a grape. She twitched her tail and nuzzled his knee before walking away. Master needs a break, she mused.
Austria apologized to the German as he quickly told him the whole problem. Ludwig groaned, gripping the phone tightly. Now there were four of them. Great.
"Vell, I have to go now. I have to see if Lust is alright. I did send her vith Protectiveness but you never know. And Fear vas hiding in the living room last I saw her. Here, talk to Gilberta."
There were some muffled noises and then his sister's cheerful voice greeted him.
"Hallo Luddy! How's Ita? Have you been taking care of yourself? Did you hear? I got three more clones and all of us are awesome! And sexy! Did you know how awesome my as-"
"Gilberta! Do not talk like that!" replied the blond, blushing furiously. Seriously, what was wrong with the albino? Couldn't she say something normal?
"Kesesesesese! Don't vorry Luddy! Though I must say- VAT LIZZY? YOU TIED FRANCE UP? IS HE ON THE BED? JA? OKAY, I'M COMING UP! TELL HIM HE BETTER BE READY BECAUSE I'M NOT GOING TO BE EASY ON HIM!- um, vell, I have to go."
Before she could cut the phone, there was a male German voice shouting something about staining the clothes and dirtying the table. Germany flushed, hanging up and running a hand through his hair and glancing at Italy.
"I think…I need a shower." A cold one.
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