Søttende januar:
England:
-Come on, Jerkland! Peter Kirkland, Sealand, said in an attempt to ward off bedtime. What's the most extraordinary thing you've experienced?
-If I tell you, Arthur Kirkland, England, replied while pinching the bridge of his nose, will you please go to bed?
-If it's a good one. Since Peter doubted that Arthur would've any good stories, he easily made that promise.
-Well, it was back in 1886… Arthur started
-No, nothing that old! Peter complained. It has to be something from modern times.
That little brat! Arthur had to remind himself that he'd promised Tiino to not strangle him.
-And it's also got to be something I haven't heard about before, Peter continued.
No matter how tempting it was.
-Have you heard about the Flight 38?
-Yes.
-But have you heard about its crash in '08?
-No.
-The plane wasn't anything extraordinary, Arthur began in what Alfred F. Jones (USA) would've recignized as the "Bedtime story-voice", it was a normal Boeing 777, with its flight from Beijing to London designated the call sign Speedbird 38. It also wasn't the crash itself that was extraordinary, it was caused by ice crystals blocking the fuel to the engines. A natural occurrence considering that this was in January. Or perhaps one could call the crash extraordinary; it didn't occur before just before the runway at its destination at Heathrow, and neither the passengers, the pilots or the staff, got killed. 47 out of 152 got injured but no one died later from the injuries sustained in the crash.
Peter, whom had finally stopped moving and was sitting still, had gotten more and more sleepy eyes and by the time Arthur was done talking, had gotten drowsy enough that when he was moved into bed by magic, courtesy of Arthur, he soon fell asleep.
Greece:
Usually Herakles Karpusi, Greece, found it easy to sleep anywhere he put his mind to. But usually it wasn't the Patras Carnival.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the Carnival, with its over 130 yrs of history, but there were two problems regarding sleeping during the carnival. One; they were so loud that he'd trouble falling asleep, and two; his people were so excited about it that the excitement reverberated through him and in him, making it hard to fall asleep. The only time they would've excitement rivalling this, was during whatever Olympics were being held.
Oh, well, at least he got some compensation; tourists were more interested in the Greek "natural products". And that usually involved a bed.
Spain:
-Minorca? Antonio Fernandez Carriedo looked at his lover Lovino Vargas as he gazed at him with only the bed sheet covering his body. He was equally dressed.
-Yes. Why is there a party there now? There's nothing going on in the rest of your country.
-The short version or the long version?
-The short version, then you can massage me afterwards. I bent more for you than I've ever done before.
Antonio kissed Lovino's back with his tongue darting out to lick, before speaking again.
-It's because Alfonso III invaded the island, claiming it for the Crown of Aragon from the Caliphate of Cordoba, if I don't remember wrong, on 17 January 1287, before itself became a part of the Spanish Crown. The rest of my country, as you say, don't celebrate because it came under a Spanish Crown during other times.
Lovino absorbed this until Antonio's hands came descending upon his body and his mouth close to his ear.
-Now about that massage, I wonder if we've any more of that oil? As I recall, and here his voice grew husky, we used quite a bit of it during the activities of last night.
As there was indeed more oil, Lovino couldn't find it in him to make any comments.
Author's notes:
Brought in a little story with heat to it too. Please comment on how I did, I always want to improve my writing.
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