Prompt:
Take me laser tagging, kiss me then shoot me.
Character names
America: Alfred
England: Arthur
Netherlands: Lars
Belgium: Marielle
Luxembourg: Henri
Prussia: Gilbert
Denmark: Matthias
Norway: Lukas
Germany: Ludwig
"Hey dude! Up for some laser tag?" Alfred laughs while on the phone, leaving Arthur sighing and rubbing his temples out of spite.
"No, what makes you think a gentleman will go out and do laser tagging?"
"Aw c'mon, you're no fun old man. Even Lars is attending with Henri and Marielle, won't you come? C'mon.. Please?!" Alfred whines, and the puppy face he's probably putting on can practically be heard through the phone. Arthur's scowl softens at the mention of his boyfriend hanging out with his younger siblings… maybe seeing Lars is worth having to bear with the American's antics.
"Hmph. Fine, I'm coming, who else is?" Arthur huffs, scribbling down a note as he keeps his phone to his ear with his shoulder.
"Well, Gilbert and Matthias are coming, and Gilbert's bringing Ludwig.. I think Matthias is trying to rope Lukas in? Not sure, but either way that's more or less everyone."
"Alright, I'm coming." Arthur nods before hanging up, adding in "And I'm not old, you cheeky brat."
When he reaches the location sent by Alfred, he's greeted by Lars' younger sister Marielle, who enthusiastically tells him how Lars has been expecting him before pulling him by the arm to find said man.
"Oh.. Hallo, Arthur."
"Hello old chap, how are you doing?"
"Hm.. could be better," Lars mutters, motioning to Alfred, Gilbert and Matthias, who are being themselves, goofing about while dramatically acting out being shot, with Lukas watching on with a blank stare, being used to their antics. "We have fifteen more minutes to wait until our turn."
Fifteen more minutes later, all of them are rounded up to get into the appropriate gear, with an instructor giving out the safety precautions. They're playing battle royal, with an hour to play two rounds until only one survivor is left. After going through all of the instructions, everyone's spread out in the maze of the playing field, the lights dim with only neon lights to provide light.
Lars is on guard, gun at ready while he slowly navigates the area, careful to accommodate his height that could give his position away. Just as he rounds a corner, he's pushed against the wall, the mystery figure's laser gun pointed at his chestplate.
"Hey! This isn't part of the game." Lars whispers harshly as his arms are pushed to his sides, getting a feel for the other person's height- he's roughly a head taller.
"Oh really? I'm so sorry, I didn't know love.." Arthur. It's Arthur, the accent gives it away. "You know.. I was thinking we could team up." He purrs, getting closer, and Lars feels his face heat up, thankful for the dark masking his blush as it creeps up all the way to his ears. Unluckily for Lars, Arthur knows him too well.
"Don't act like you're not as red as a tomato right now Tulips," The shorter man chuckles, words dripping with sarcasm, a hand reaching up to rub circles on the Dutch man's cheek with a thumb before moving up to pinch his earlobes.
"Absoluut niet..." Lars protests weakly, wanting to simply push Arthur away, still on alert for other players. His words fall on deaf ears however, as his boyfriend closes the already short distance between their faces and goes in for a kiss, the hold on his arms loosening as he relaxes into the kiss, forgetting all about the place he's currently in.
"Hah! Got you Lars, I love you but you're a bloody fool!" Arthur laughs as he pulls away and shoots Lars square in the chest, eliminating the unsuspecting man from the first round.
"Broer! I heard you were the first eliminated, what happened?" Marielle asks as she approaches Lars, having teamed up with Henri but getting eliminated when they were ambushed by Gilbert and Ludwig.
"Nothing.. I just got caught off guard," Lars answers with a slight blush, being ashamed about the manner in which he was eliminated, how could he have been so naive?
By the next round Lars is more than ready for revenge, carefully sneaking around once again before eliminating Arthur from a distance, smirking as he hears a string of colourful curses.