Author's Note- A short story today as am currently madly doing the embroidery for a good friends cosplay outfit, but next week's should be longer and a whole lot of fun so hopefully you will forgive me. Also thank you Marzue and Missingwings for leaving lovely reviews. It really helps keep my motivation up when life gets chaotic.
Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia, and while I do claim to be a Captain I do not have any mistresses.
The Captain's Mistresses
Sweden knew that something was wrong the moment he woke up from a soothing afternoon nap, but it took a few moments for his groggy mind to catch up with what it was. The problem it turned out to be silence. The hotel suite that he was sharing with the other Nordic nations was unnaturally quiet…a quiet that usually meant that Sealand was up to something. With no other choice the tall nation dragged himself out of bed and tried to figure out the root of the problem.
"W're 's Seal'nd?" Sweden asked the first nation in the suite who he saw awake.
"I don't know?" Iceland shrugged as he continued to chuck popcorn and practically comatose Demark on the sprawled across the couch cushions.
"France picked him up about an hour ago." Norway commented flatly as he handed Iceland a new bowl of freshly popped popcorn and settled down on one of the arm chairs to watch the show. "He mentioned something about playing with mistresses, I think."
Sweden had to take a few deep breaths to keep from seeing red. "'d y'u d'n't st'p 'em?"
Norway shrugged. "They are down in the lobby if you want to go interrupt them."
Sweden had stomped out.
Under normal circumstances France would have never consider an afternoon spent in the company of Sealand a day well spent, but when he had arrived at the Nordic's hotel rooms to find Demark dead to the world drunk France had taken what little company he could get. When he had allowed the boy to tag along he though perhaps he could tweak England's ire, but it seemed like his action managed to attract a much taller fish. This could be fun.
"Settle down, sir." France smirked up at the livid Nordic who was towering above him. He motioned at the wooden Connect-Four game that was resting half played on the lobby coffee table. As France watched the other nation's expression flicker from anger to confusion to distrust he continued. "We are simply playing round of Captain's Mistresses."
"S'land, l'ts g't ic'cr'm." Sweden countered and Sealand instantly lost all interest in the game and was bouncing on the balls of his feet rattling off what he wanted to order. As the tall Nordic and the Micronation, France decided that this afternoon hadn't been a lost cause. He was going to have to invite Sealand into playing games again in the near future because it turned out that Sweden was nearly as fun to tease as England.
End Note- I agree with you Sweden. France and Sealand in one room seem like a really bad combination…in fact France and pretty much anyone stuck in the same room would probably also be a bad combination. LOL
Next Game- Catchphrase- The Commonwealth nations decided to play catchphrase and Canada decides to invite America to come along. Turns out twins totally rock at the game, but are they cheating?