Hello hello again everyone! Kitty29 here with chapter 4, thats right 4! Of Gamble.
I'm really sorry this took so long, I started working on writing other projects and stopped working on this one as much. Plus school and art and friends and my sisters move and ect ect excuse excuse. But this one is much longer then the others, so it makes up for it right!
…right?
Thank you Scholastica, Jackidy, GirlLoki, and d.a.m.o.94 for the reviews for chapter 3!
To GirlLoki who asked why Denmark was in all three of Norway's dibblettes I will say this. I thought that in the fandom world, they were bbfs or whatnot. You see, when I write Hetalia Fanfiction, I do not write about countries or history. Rather, I write about the nations personalities. Cause that's what fanfiction is truly about! OOCness and fulfilling failed sexual fantasies that will neverhappenever.
So I hope that sums in up! ^^
Anyways in this chapter the third category is revealed! Locations! YAAY! This was defiantly the hardest one yet I even had to cheat on one! (sorry about that by the way) Anyways, enjoy and review!
1. Iceland X Lithuania + Magic on the Front Lawn
Lithuania found it strange when the blond nation approached him as he was watering his flowers. Though he did try to be polite to everyone he never really talked to Iceland before. Still, Lithuania nodded his head in greeting when the nation stopped just a few feet away from him. Iceland returned the greeting before asking;
"Do you know where I can find any pixie wings?"
Lithuania was caught off guard by the strange question. It must have shown on his face for Iceland continued. "England said he'll make me a potion to get rid of this stupid cold if I can gather the ingredients." He paused to sneeze on a handkerchief he carried with him. Lithuania whispered a small 'bless you'.
"Thanks." He said sniffing. "It's a weird list but what can you do?" Iceland shrugged before coughing onto his arm. Lithuania never really noticed it until now but Iceland really looked miserable. There were deep bags under his eyes that showed that he rarely slept, his skin was sickly pale and he was clothed in many layers, desperate the warm weather outside. Lithuania felt pity for the man.
"I'm really sorry. I don't know about pixie wings." Iceland looked a little disappointed at that, but also quite understanding. "But would you want some tea or something…?"
Iceland thought about it for a second before shrugging and muttering a monotone 'Sure' allowing the brown haired nation to lead him into his home.
2. Northern Ireland X Shinatty-chan + Mail at the Grocery Store
Northern Ireland tried to avoid the strange looks when he threw a couple of limited edition Shinatty-chan crackers into his shopping cart. Hell he got a coupon in the mail and he was using it, dammit!
3. Hungary X Jamaica + Music at the Movie Theatres
Hungary was surprised when the Caribbean nation sat down next to her in the movie theatre. His rather large headphones were on and even though she was sitting right next to him she couldn't hear what he was listening to. She had always been curious of the music that the Jamaican enjoyed so she allowed her curiosity to take over her. She tapped Jamaica on the arm to get his attention.
"What are you listening to?" She asked. Jamaica just stared at her with a bewildered expression. He removed his head phones and held them out to her. "Ya' wanna listen?" Hungary nodded and he placed the headphones on her head. One thing was for sure; his music was a hell of a lot better then the preview music.
4. Sweden X Japan +Pornography at the White House
Sweden insisted on accompanying Japan to the White house to make sure he recovered from his rather nasty fever. Though Japan did appreciate the gesture, having the Swedish man follow him around was very unnerving. There were even a couple of occasions where Sweden was mistaken for a bodyguard and people thought that Japan was some kind of foreign celebrity and promptly asked for his autograph.
Though after a while of wandering around (Japan didn't want to admit it but his sense of direction in foreign countries wasn't that great. Sweden helped him a lot) they found their way to the White house, where an eager American awaited.
"Japan!" America yelled happily, clutching Japans tiny hands into his own and shaking them quite roughly. He learned to not hug the Asian man when he saw him. The last time it did not end so well. Japan flushed slightly at the rather optimistic greeting. "H-Hello America-kun." He stuttered. "I apologize for missing our last meeting."
"Ah, no biggie!" America exclaimed releasing Japan's hands. "I just watched scary movies with Canada instead."
"Who?"
America ignored the question to look over Japan's shoulder at the hulking figure. He raised an eyebrow at Sweden's presence. "…What is he doing here?" He asked the dark haired man in a quieter voice. Though Americas' quiet voice wasn't very quiet.
"M'kin' 'ure J'pans 'k'y" Sweden grunted in response. America nodded slowly, a blank look on his voice. Japan could tell that the North American had no idea what the Swedish man just said. He was surprised he did.
"Anyways…" America said turning back to Japan. "I just have to run some errands"-he made a face at the word-"But I'll be back soon, you know the way to my office, right?" Japan nodded vaguely recalling being led to the American's room once before. "Awesome!" America said before flashing him his trademark grin and thumbs up before running off.
Japan turned to the other nation and bowed. "Thank you for accompanying me Sweden-san. I can handle myself from here." Sweden turned to study the smaller male his face expressionless. It took a lot of willpower for Japan not to shiver under his intense gaze. He had to wander how Finland could stand living with the Swedish man for so long. Sweden then shook his head. "Y' st'll l'ok p'le. I'll st'y u't'l 'm'rica g'ts b'ck."
Japan could tell that he would follow him no matter what he said. So he simply nodded before allowing the larger male to follow him into the Whitehouse. Japan had hoped that there would be some kind of map at the entrance but to his disappointment there wasn't such thing. He was trying to remember the one time America had guided him to his office but his head was still a little fuzzy from his recovering fever. Though that hallway did look vaguely familiar…
Japan was trying so hard to remember the route to the American's room that he didn't notice a couple of his books slid out his kimono.
"Dr'ped y'ur bo'ks." Sweden noted before bending down to pick up the Japanese mans books. Japan turned and noticed just which of his books he had dropped. He turned a deep red as he tried to get to the books before Sweden could see the cover art. Too late.
There was a fairly long moment of awkwardness where both man stood rooted to their spot unsure of what to do. Finally Sweden managed to pry his eyes off the cover long enough to offer the doujinshi back to Japan who took them and slipped them back into there hiding place. Sweden gave Japan an awkward nod, his cheeks tinted pink, before they continued walking in awkward silence. A couple minutes later Sweden broke said silence.
"H' l'ok'd l'ke F'nl'nd."
From the look that the Swede was giving him Japan knew he had some explaining to do.
5. Australia X Vietnam + Water at the Food Court
Australia understood why Vietnam was called the jewel of south Asia as he watched the droplet of water slid down her throat. She noticed him staring from across the food court and flashed him a seductive smile. Australia gave her a sly smile of his own. Vietnam laughed before turning back to her Asian siblings.
6. Latvia X Poland + Fish at a Warehouse
Latvia unlocked the storehouse with some difficultly due to his shaking hands. After the easy turned difficult task was over he quickly shuffled back as if the thing was poisonous.
"T-There. This will o-only take a se-second r-right?" He stuttered looking around for a certain large man. Poland stepped forward and opened up the rather large door to the store house. "Like, calm down. I said a second so it will take a second." He took one step into the building and flinched at the overly powerful stench of fish. He slapped his gloved hand over his nose and ventured on.
Meanwhile Latvia stood outside shaking. Not because of the cold weather outside, oh no. It was the mere thought of what the Russian would do to him if he found out he stole the key to the warehouse and let Poland inside that was causing him to shake. After a few more moments of is imagination running on over drive, he decided to follow Poland into the warehouse.
He found Poland opening a crate of fish. He looked inside, cursed, then continued onto the next crate.
"W-What are you doing?" Latvia whispered, like if he talked any louder he would wake up vampire bats. "Just trying to find this fish that totally- ah!" He threw the lid off the crate he was looking in. The wooden lid fell on the ground in a loud clatter. Latvia squeaked in fear. "Totally found you!"
Latvia peeked over the crate to see just what Poland found. Inside was a rather large blue fish. Latvia looked curiously at Poland wondering if he should ask why he was looking for this particular fish. The short nation's heart quickened when he thought of the possibility of Poland stealing the fish. If he did that then Russia might notice! And then…and then…
Poland pealed off his black leather gloves and shoved them into his pocket before rolling up his sleeves. "Like…ok…" He mumbled to himself before opening the fishs' mouth, and shoving his arm down its throat. Latvia jumped at the sudden act and shook at the violence of it. Poland continued to feel around the inside of the fish, clearly looking for something. A few moments later Poland's face lit up in a victorious smile. "Ah-HA!" He exclaimed as he pulled a shoe out of the fish. He held it in front of him and looked at it lovingly. Latvia noted that it was a very cute shoe, one that he recalled seeing a couple of high school girls wear in America.
"Think you can take my shoe, stupid fish?" Poland removed one of his boots and slipped on the shoe (making sure that there wasn't any fish gut in it first of course). "Told you I've like, totally get it back." He slipped his boot back on over his newly acquired shoe before turning to Latvia.
"Like, thanks for helping me find my shoe, Lat." He said with a smile before fixing his sleeves and putting his gloves back on.
Latvia nodded, allowing a smile to appear on his lips for just a second. "O-Okay, l-let's go, he could come any minute!" Latvia practically shoved the polish man out of the warehouse so that he could lock it up again. He breathed a small sigh of relief before turning back to Poland.
"You know, you're like, totally adorable!" Poland noted. He grabbed onto Latvia's shoulders and turned him around, viewing each angle. "But you need to like, totally calm down, ok?" Latvia took a deep breath to try and calm his shaking, but it didn't work. Russia could be walking towards them right now!
Poland fixed him with a small disapproving stare before releasing him. "Really you should totally calm down. That like, can't be good for your complexion."
Latvia realized that the other nation probably wouldn't leave until he stopped shaking. This fact only made him shake more. "P-Please! You have to go h-he might found us and…and…" His vision seemed to fail him for a brief second and he stumbled backwards. Poland quickly grabbed him by the shoulders and set him upright again. "Whoa! Like, really, don't worry! I'm going! I'm going! I totally like a date with Liet soon anyway!" He removed his hands from the boy before turning to leave. "Ciao!" He waved before trudging though the snow. Latvia paused before timidly waving back and, looking around him first, began running back to Russia's house, praying he wasn't home yet.
7. Egypt X Denmark + Erogenous Zone at a Pub
Denmark took a long gulp out of his drink before signing and placing his beer back on the counter. He hated when his boss sent him off to 'improve his diplomatic ties'. This really meant, 'get out of the country so people think you're doing something.'
But really, Egypt?
He looked at the Egyptian from the corner of his eye. He was staring at nothing in front of him with a stoic look on his face. His hands here wrapped around his untouched beer as if he was simply savouring the coldness of the glass and could care less of its contents. Egypt was a very quiet person Denmark had learned. The only time he spoke was when he was replying to questions and those were usually one or two word responses. So Denmark though that maybe a drink or two would loosen him up.
But as you can tell that plan was failing. And Denmark was incredulity bored.
He heaved a loud sign before ordering another drink and turning to the Egyptian. It was then that Denmark had noticed something. He wasn't sure how he had missed it before but now that he saw it, it was hard to ignore. There on Egypt's neck just below his hair line was just a small freckle. One single freckle that was just a shade darker then the tanned mans skin tone. Denmark tilted his head to get a better look at it and then suddenly got an over whelming urge to touch it. So, naturally, he acted on his urge.
Egypt swung his arm around to smack Denmark's hand away from his neck but in the process accidentally hit his beer bottle which smashed to the ground and shattered upon impact. Egypt seemed to have miscalculated his swing for his chair swayed dangerously, threatening to topple over. Denmark reached forward and grabbed the front of the nations' shirt tugging him towards to body to try and stabilize his chair.
It seemed Denmark miscalculated his own strength.
In the next moment a sharp pain shot across his back and there was a heavy weigh on top of him that just happened to be crushing his lungs. Denmark shut his eyes and moaned in pain, the beer on the floor slowly seeping though this clothes. The weight on top of him began to shift slowly. He opened his eyes to see an exasperated African crawl off him and plop on the ground at his feet. Egypt looked at him for a moment before looking away, his cheeks flushed.
"Please…don't touch there." He demanded. Though he was quiet when he spoke, the unvoiced threat behind the words was loud and clear. Denmark stared at the Egyptian with a frown. The Egyptian stared back. This continued for a couple of minutes before a small smirk appeared on Denmarks' face. "…Fine."
He then stood up and ordered two more beers.
8. Finland X Kenya + Toys on a Soccer Field
Finland turned a slight pink when he noticed the toys thrown across the soccer field. "Sorry about the mess." Finland smiled sheepishly at the dark skinned man before bending down to pick up a superman action figure. "Kids, they're really messy, y'know?"
Kenya nodded before helping the Finish man clean up the mess. "Ya, I know."
9. Austria X Estonia + Books in the Living Room
Hungary still didn't know why the two started a book club. All they did was read books in complete silence for about an hour. Then Estonia would just stand up, nod, and leave. Hungary had spent that whole hour in the closet hoping that something would happen. She was severely disappointed.
Until she realized just what kinds of books the two were reading. She was pleased.
10. Wales X Netherlands + Covers at a Club
A cool breeze welcomed Netherlands as he stepped out of the club. He happily breathed in the fresh air or rather, the freshest air on could breath while standing next to a dumpster. But Netherlands really didn't care at the moment. Though he did like going to clubs every once in a while, that one was just too crowded for his liking.
A sudden rustling caught the corner of his eye and he turned to see something white poking out from the other side of the dumpster. Though he figured it was just something that was moving with the breeze and didn't pay it much mind. That was until he heard faint rustling and a soft thug like something had hit the other side of the dumpster. After a moment of staring he allowed curiosity to take over and he walked to the other side.
The sight that greeted his was a little of the strange side. There was a rather large white blanket that covered what looked like a big lump. There were also two metal barrels to its side, making what looked like a makeshift font between the dumpster and the barrels. Netherlands looked at it in confusion. Who would go though all this trouble to protect some garage? He was knocked from his thoughts when the 'garage' beneath the blanket moved. Netherlands jumped, not expecting it to move before doing the first thing that came to mind, kicking it.
"Ooph!" replied the garage. Suddenly the cover was flung back to reveal, not garage, but a light brown-haired nation with a novel in hand.
"Oi! Ireland! Stop bugging me al…" Though his sentence trailed off when he noticed that the person who had kicked him was not his brother, but someone else. Someone the Welsh male did not know. They stared at each other for a while, both not completely sure what to do. Finally Netherlands raised a hand in greeting and gave the male a small lopsided grin. "Hello there."
Wales throw his cover back over himself, his cheeks burning in embarrassment. He was hoping that his gesture would drive the other man away but to his horror he saw his silhouette kneel down in front of him. "What are you doing out here with the garage, Wales? Lose a bet?"
Wales didn't answer, again hoping that the man (who looked kinda familiar but he couldn't think of a name right now) would go away. But that didn't happen. Instead the man moved to find a spot next to him and sat against the wall. There was silence where Wales was waiting for the man to either speak or leave. When neither happened he signed and opened his book to its proper page. The silence etched on and Wales was staring to forget that there was another man with him. That was until he heard him exhale deeply.
"Can't blame you for rather being outside. It's too crowed in there. Lost my group almost as soon as we walked in." He chuckled then and something clicked in Wales mind. Netherlands. It was the Netherlands that was beside him. He felt a pang of guilt when he didn't recognize him when he first saw him. They were basically neighbours.
"…Yeah." Wales finally answered, marking his book at the right place before throwing the cover off him again, shaking slightly as his skin met the colder temperature. "No place for um…reading." He waved his book at the nation lamely.
"Well most people don't go to clubs to read." Netherlands laughed at the reddening of the Welsh mans cheeks.
"Well, I'm actually the designated driver… again" He mumbled the last part to himself before continuing his explanation. "And my brothers usually force shots on me so…" He trailed off, figuring he had said enough for the other man to connect the dots.
"Why don't you read in the car?"
"I like it outside."
"Next to the garage?"
"Blocks the wind."
Netherlands smiled at this. Though Wales was practically his neighbour he never really talked to him. He decided he liked him, he kinda reminded him of his friend Canada. "Pretty clever. So I'm guessing you always carry a blanket and novel with you."
"Whenever I go to a club with my brothers yeah. Its probably one of the only times I get a chance to read really." He made of face as he recalled the many times England interrupted him for the stupidest of reasons. Netherlands laughed before they lapsed into comfortable silence. Not counting the pounding of the music that could still be heard from inside the club but that is irrelevant. Netherlands shivered and rubbed his arms, trying to generate some heat. The cold was starting to settle in making it seem colder then it really was. Suddenly, a blanket was thrown over him and he blinked in surprise. He turned to Wales but the nation was staring quite intently at his book, his cheeks pink.
Netherland smiled warmly at the other, before throwing the blanket on both on their legs so they could share its warmth. They both stayed like this for a while, both warmed by the blanket and each other when suddenly the sound of a door opening broke the calm atmosphere.
The two Irelands stumbled out the door their arms around each others shoulders laughing insanely, both clearly wasted. Just behind them staggered Scotland, who was also drunk but clearly not as much as his twin brothers.
"Wales!" Ireland slurred, pointing at a spot just above his brothers head. "So thi' 's wh're ya' went. We was' lookin' fer ya'" Northern Ireland starting giggling madly, like his brother had just said the funniest thing in the world.
"Hey, wh's tha'? A date?" Scotland also spurred looking at Netherlands. Wales cheeks burned a little brighter as he put his book under his arm and stood. "I think we're done for the night," He stated. Scotland nodded, tripping over nothing and just managing to keep himself upright. "Yeah, Yeah. W' mee' at th' car." Scotland then grabbed Northern Irelands shirt sleeve and starting pulling the twins towards the parking lot.
Netherlands stood beside Wales and watched the red-heads walk. "It's like the blind leading the blind." He commented as Scotland almost walked into a brick wall. Wales sighed and turned to the Netherlands "I'm sorry you had to see that."
Netherlands shrugged. "Don't worry, I've seen worse…" Though he trailed off as there was a small yelp in the distance. The two looked over to see the Ireland brothers' trip over the fallen Scotsman and crush to the ground. "…but I should leave before this one takes the cake." Netherlands finished before he swooped down and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Wales face took on a different shade of red as he watched the other nation walk back into the club, flashing him another lopsided grin before disappearing from view.
He touched his cheek lightly in mid surprise. What…what was that…?
"'m ok!" He heard Scotland yell from behind him. There was then a grunt, a thump and another yelp. "…no 'm not!"
Wales rolled his eyes as he swooped up his blanket and went to tend to his drunken family.
11. Canada X Scotland + Remote Control at the Office
"What's this?"
Canada glanced up from his paper work to see what Scotland was referring to. "It's a universal remote. It controls everything in the office."
"Everything?"
"Ah-uh."
Scotland stared at the remote with slight disbelief before pointing it at the small television and clicking the power button on. It turned on. He then pointed it to the radio on Canada's desk. It also turned on. A grin appeared on his face as he then proceeded to turn both the electrics off, using the same remote. Whoa.
From there Scotland was lost in his own little world, having too much fun with the remote to notice the irritation on the Canadians face. He was just about to ask the Scottish man to stop, politely of course, but only a surprised squeak escaped his lips when his chair sharply reclined.
Scotland jumped at the noise before making the connection between Canada's chair and the remote. A malicious grin slowly crept upon his face as he made his way to the Canadian.
Meanwhile Canada was silently freaking out. It would seem that in the many years the Canadian had sat in that chair he never knew it was electric. Canada was slightly embarrassed by this. Though this cheeks darkened when the found himself being saddled by the Scotsman.
"You need a bit of a break, lad." Scotland purred using the master remote to make Canada's chair recline farther. Canada yelped out of surprise as the chair moved again. He temporary forgot about the man on top of him and clutched onto his arm rests in horror. The movement made it feel like he was about to fall out of the chair and it certainly wasn't pleasant. He was just trying to get his paper work done, what lead to this?! Though he was reminded of Scotlands' presence when he lay down on top of the Canadian his face so close their noses were almost touching.
"You really work too much." With that, the red head closed the distances between them.
…is what he wanted to happen but America decided to burst into the room at that precise moment. He figured he wouldn't be allowed in North America for a while.
12. America X England + Technology at the Pool
England couldn't help but laugh as America fished out his new iPhone out of the pool. He did warn him, the moron.
13. Korea X Ukraine + Animals at a Clothing Store
"You should get this one!" Korea exclaimed holding a shirt with a cow on it up to Ukraine. "And did you know clothing originated in Korea? Cows too!"
Ukraine blushed, but she had to admit. It was a pretty cute shirt…
14. S. Italy X Lichtenstein + Disco on a Battlefield (WTF)
(I'm sorry, but this one just had to be pure crack)
Romano and Lichtenstein glared at each other from across the battle field both completely worn and bloodied. They both walked up to each other until they were but a few feet away from each other. They stared at each other with the determination of their armies in their eyes.
"Lichtenstein." Romano spat, reading his weapon.
"South Italy." Lichtenstein spat back, though her high pitched voice made it seem less threatening.
There was a pause as they allowed the wind to dramatically wipe their hair across their faces. You know, for effect.
Then the armies all appeared behind their countries. They all ripped off their military uniforms in complete unison to reveal fantastic sparkling disco bodysuits and black afros underneath.
"South Italy, we are the better disco dancers!" Lichtenstein squeaked before she also ripped off her uniform to reveal a rather sexy disco outfit before her and her army started a rather impressive choreography.
South Romano laughed harshly at the display. "That's nothing you stupid whore!" He ripped off his uniform to also reveal a sexy disco outfit but before he could start dancing a gunshot echoed across the large field. South Italy looked down to find a bullet hole though his chest. The human standing behind him dropped to the ground dead. No one cared.
He looked back up at Switzerland who still held the smoking gun in his hand. "Hey!" He yelled with an angry pout. "What the hell!"
"No one calls my sister a whore!" Switzerland yelled before throwing his gun to the ground and spinning around suddenly clothed like a disco god. "Now let's dance!"
And dance they did.
15. Chibitaila X Turkey + Mirror at a Drive in
The trip to the drive in was supposed to be a day to unwind for the Turkish man. But when he noticed the small Italian glaring at him in his rear view mirror he found his plan had backfired.
16. N. Italy X Switzerland + Fruit at School
As Italy hid in the small school he wondered if 'borrowing' some apples from Switzerland's house was worth getting shot at.
17. France X Chibi Romano + Musical Instrument in the Kitchen
"You really don't like music,mon cheri?"
Romano crossed his arms and pouted rather cutely as France set his mid day snack in front of him. "No! I don't like anything that stupid tomato head likes!"
France looked at him for a while before releasing an exaggerated sigh and slumping into the chair across from the small Italian. "Well that's too bad because…" He looked out the window and put on the best thinking face he could. Romano looked at him with an eyebrow raised. France then waved the matter aside and smiled at the nation. "Oh never mind. It was silly, non?"
"What? What was it?!"
France couldn't help but laugh at the child's expression, much to the said child's displeasure. "Just tell me, dammit!"
"Ok, ok you convinced me." France stood and walked behind his island. He reached down to grab something the Italian couldn't see. After a few moments of fumbling around the Frenchman revealed a beautifully polished violin.
"I actually wrote a song for you, but it you hate music so much…"
"Wait! Wait!" Romano yelled, almost falling off his chair. He blushed a bright red and looked away from France. "I-I mean. If you already wrote it…"
France smiled at the child's cuteness before he readied his instrument and began to play. It was a slow soothing medley that caused Romano's eyelids to droop. It was beautiful, even he had to admit and he was pretty surprised by the French mans ability. He figured that France was too busy being a pervert to practice an instrument.
The song ended and France looked up at Romano with a smile. "Did you like it?"
Romano looked like he was struggling to stay awake thanks to the song he rubbed his eyes tiredly as he nodded. France put away his violin and went to scoop up the small child.
"Come, its time for nap time, and maybe when you wake up I will teach you how to play, non?"
Romano sleepily nodded before curling up into Frances chest and drifting to sleep.
18. Cuba X Taiwan + Piano at the Hockey Arena
Cuba and Taiwan were surprised when they saw a piano on the hockey rank. And even more surprised when Austria came and played the 'Hockey Night in Canada' theme.
19. Spain X Random Human + Window at the Park
I watched the couple with a slightly puzzled expression from the small window of my flower stand. They seemed to be fighting, or perhaps, maybe the smaller Italian boy was just upset over something, for the Spaniard didn't seem angered in the slightest. I fact, he seemed to be laughing at the other. We locked eyes for the briefest of seconds, and a small smile appeared on the Spaniards face, which I returned with my best 'buy-my-product' smile. He turned to his shorter boyfriend and stopped him mid argument with a finger to his lips. The Italian cheeks reddened as he then watched the other trot towards my flower stand.
"Hello there!" I greeted happily straightening when I noticed him showing interest in the lilies. "Need something to win over your sweetheart?"
He picked up a single white lily before he turned to me with a large toothy grin. "Yep! Isn't he just the cutest?" He exclaimed happily before placing the coins in my hand and practically skipping back to the Italian.
I continued to watch as the white lily was given to the Italian, who seemed rather embarrassed to receive it. It all seemed to be going well, until the Spaniard reached up and tugged on a strange looking piece of hair that was sticking out on the top of the smaller males head. This earned him a rather…interesting reaction.
He returned a few minutes later with a slap mark on his cheek and I knew that today would be a good business day.
20. Prussia X Portugal + Fashion at Home (OHGOD)
Prussia frowned at his reflection before growling and removing his shirt angrily. It was incredibly silly, why the heck was he getting all worked up over a stupid date?! It wasn't like they hadn't been hanging out for over a year now and he was pretty sure that at a time he wore the same outfit for almost a week. So why, now, was he been so frinkin' picky about what shirt he wore?!
"Oh~ you have some good ones here! This one didn't look bad…"
Prussia spun around and to see Portugal holding up a shirt that he had tried on before but discarded. His eyebrow twitched as he recognized the nation from the many times he had come over with the intention of 'helping' his brother. They had never spoken other then the occasional 'how are you's and 'Good morning's. Prussia had told himself that he wanted nothing to do with the crazed nation. And he wasn't going to break that promise now.
"Why the hell are you here? Don't you have to bother West or something?"
"Well...I was helping him~… But then he asked me to go help you get ready for your date! He's such a nice brother~!"
…West is a dead man.
"Yeah, haha so nice" Prussia remarked sarcastically choosing to ignore the smaller nation and go back to raiding his closet. "But the awesome me doesn't need help. If anything, it's my date that needs help!" He proclaimed, his usual malicious grin creeping onto his face. "They're probably a wreck just thinking about being with the awesome me!" He tugged another shirt off him and threw that one onto the rapidly growing discard pile.
Portugal simply nodded, his childish smile never leaving his face. Prussia turned to see if the nation was still there, shivered slightly(slightly) at the large childlike grin on his face then turned back to his silence continued as the pile of clothes grew larger and larger and after a while Prussia was sure that the Portuguese man had left.
"What about this one~?"
Prussia jumped at the voice and spun around to glare at the nation.
"You still he…" Though he trailed off when he noticed the shirt he was holding up quite merrily. It was…where did…how did…
He didn't want to admit it but it was perfect.
Prussia swiped the shirt from Portugal's waiting hands and threw it over his naked torso. He checked himself in the mirror with a large grin on his face. Now this was the awesome look he was going for! Hmph, maybe Portugal wasn't so bad. Maybe he wasn't the creeper that he thought him to be. Maybe he wasn't already five minutes late.
He cussed loudly and he threw a coat over his carefully chosen assemble and rush out his door, throwing a hurried 'goodbye' over his shoulder.
"Good luck!" Portugal yelled, waving cheerily after the frantic man.
21. Hong Kong X Seychelles + Sunshine at the Race Track
Hong Kong could have sworn he had a different ticket before he was suddenly blinded by the sun. Seychelles whistled innocently from behind him, smiling as she looked down at Hong Kongs' –er… her winning ticket.
22. Russia X The Holy Roman Empire + Resources at a World Meeting
As Russia looked upon the nations he realized that if he simply followed the Holy Roman Empires ways he would never have to worry about his resources depleting. In the end the world would belong to him.
23. Sealand X Greece + Alcohol at an Opera house
Sealand had a scheme in mind as he sneak into the VIP section of the Opera house. He knew that his jerk Brother was gonna be here with his Prime minister and he needed them both to sign something. That certain something being a form officially recognizing him as a nation. And tonight, they were going to sign it. Why? Because they would be wasted out of their minds that's why.
He unscrewed the flask before pouring its contents into their glasses of water. Allowing an evil chuckle to escape his lips.
"Hello there."
Sealand jumped, almost spilled the rest of the flask onto the table. He quickly stuffed the flask into his pocket before turning to see Greece looking back at him though half closed eyes. He mouth tugged upwards into a lazy smile as he watched Sealand's face shift between multiple expressions of horror.
"You…you didn't see me do anything…did you?" Sealand mentally kicked himself as the last word left his mouth. Great, even if Greece didn't suspect him of doing anything before he was certainly suspicious now. Greece's eye rolled over to stare at England's glass. Sealand had to admit that the motion was very creepy. He resisted the urge to jump and run off when Greece had repeated the motion to stare back at him. "No…I didn't see…anything."
Silence.
"Al…All right then!" Sealand exclaimed a little too loudly before he turned around to flee. Just before he could exit he ran into something solid. That something was a person. That something was British.
"Sealand?!" England said in surprise, his thick brows narrowing in annoyance. "What are you doing here? Only nations are allowed back here!"
"I am a nation you jerk!" Sealand yelled before yelling past the Englishman and out of sight. England watched the nation run down the hall before sighing and taking his seat next to the Greek nation. "When will he ever learn?" England signed to himself before taking a sip of his 'water'. He paused and at the glass questionably. Why did this water taste weird? Though he shrugged it off and took another sip, not noticing the sly smile that slipped onto Greece's face.
24. Ireland X China + Lanterns in the Bedroom
The first thing Ireland noticed when he awoke was the strange lanterns that hung from the ceiling. The second was naked Chinaman curled up against him.
It was gonna be awkward when he wakes up…
25. Germany X Germany + Kumajirou in the Shower (YES)
The hot water beat down on the German mans back, helping to sooth out his tense muscles. The German signed and ran a hand though his wet hair remembering the events of the day. It wasn't a terrible day it was just, sadly, a normal tiring, annoying, tedious event. Just like the day before. And the day before that.
…
How could Italy run so fast? He signed again before reaching for the soap. But on the way his hand was met with something soft. Something soft and fuzzy. Confused Germany turned to see what this something was. He physically stiffened when he was suddenly face to face with a polar bear. Germany continued to stare at the animal really not sure what he should do or think. Then the polar bear titled his head, opened its mouth, and spoke.
"…who?"
Germany screamed quite loudly before jumping backwards. His foot slipped on the water at the bottom of the tub and automatically his hand reached out and grabbed the closest thing to him. This happened to be the shower curtain. The shower curtain did not support his weight. Oh no.
Germany fell onto the titled floor with a 'thump' his back aching from the contact. The curtain was still clutched tightly in his fists. He felt a weight on his chest and looked up to see the small polar bear sitting on top of him looking at him with a foreign look in his eyes.
"Germany!"
Germany arched his head back so he could look at an upside down Italy and another blond haired person just behind him. Whose face was taking an interesting shade of red and he turned away, embarrassed. It was then that Germany remembered that he was naked and hastily tried to use the shower curtain to cover himself.
"ITALY! What did I tell you about the shower!?! And don't bring other people with you!"
"Ah~! I'm sorry Germany!"
"I-I'm so sorry! Kumajirako isn't usually like this!"
"America?! What are you doing here?!"
"I'm Canada!"
26. Norway X Thailand + Relaxation at a Restaurant
(…yeah I'm sorry I couldn't think of anything for this one. So I'm gonna cheat and skip it .-.)
27. Belarus X India + Tiara in the Vents
India had to admit that this was not one of her better ideas.
The plan was to sneak into England's bedroom and plant random crap in his room. Why? Because she felt like it that's why. It was childish, stupid and pointless. But she decided to go for it anyway. She had learned that the vents would be the best way to get from room to room. Though she over looked one simple thing…
To get to Englands' room you must first pass Russia's. Russia's room was heavily guarded from all sides.
All sides.
This would explain why Belarus was now pointing a knife at India's face in the venation system above her dear brothers' hotel room.
"Oh my gods…" India panted at the blond her eyebrow twitching. "Do you really have nothing better to do?! You're freakin' creepy!"
"Why are you here?" Belarus demanded completely disregarding what the other girl just said.
"It's not to feel up your brother if that's what you think." Belarus felt the urge to stab India in the face, but resisted when she realized she'd get blood on Russia's carpet. Russia wouldn't like that.
India adjusted her bag and mumbled something about incest before checking her watch. Damn, the meeting was gonna end soon. "I need to get to Englands room." She narrowed her eyes at the long haired dirty blond. "Get out of my way, freak."
Belarus shot India an icy glare before tightening the hold on her knife. Sparks flew as they continued to glare at each other. They both knew what their choices were. Back down or fight and either of them looked like they were gonna back down.
Belarus struck first.
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"Did you enjoy the meeting Russia?"
"Oh yes, it was fun to watch everyone so happy together."
Lithuania chose not to reply to the Russian. The only thing that could have made that meeting worse was if someone died. Thankfully that didn't happen, but Sealand was now nursing a black eye and several broken teeth. Russia opened the door to his room and turned to the Lithuanian. "Come to my room and we'll catch up, da?"
Lithuania physically stiffened. Though it would be rude to decline the Russians offer, he never really liked being in the same room with him. Alone.
But before he could answer, the ceiling in Russia's room collapsed and two females come tumbling out. Even Russia jumped slightly at the sudden noise and turned to see India lying on top of his sister both of them bruised and bloodied. A ripped bag was dangling from the ceiling, slipping out very feminine objects. A tiara fell neatly on Belarus' head.
"Oh my… are you two ok?!" Lithuania asked as he ran into Russia's room and stood above the two females, unsure of what to do. India groaned before slowly sitting up. She turned to the brown haired male with an angry expression. "Do I look ok!?" She spat before wiping the blood off her lip with a single graceful swipe. She stood up on shaky legs, falling on the Lithuanian only once before she managed to straighten herself up to her usual proud stride. At this point Belarus tried to get up herself but didn't seem to have the strength. India turned back to her, swiped the tiara off her head and placed it on her own.
"Stupid bitch, messed up my plans." India mumbled angrily as she limped out the room, refusing help from the polite male before rounding the corner and disappearing from sight. But she swore, just before she left the room she saw Belarus smirking at her…
Russia looked at the destruction of his hotel room before turning to the Lithuanian. "You let me sleep with you, yes?"
Lithuania knew it would be a very awkward night.
I actually had more extras in mind, but cut them out because I thought this chapter was long enough already. But the others will appear in the next chapter but for now enjoy these ones!
(Extra) 1. Korea X China X Ukraine
Ukraine stood in front of the meeting room, waiting for her brother before she entered. She trying to not notice the stares she was receiving from the other nations as they entered and exited the door. For you see, in a rather confusing and unfortunate turn of events Ukraine had come to the world meeting with no other change of clothes but her smelling street wear. Because of this she had to borrow some clothes from some of the other female nations. Though, again unfortunately for her, none of the other nations were really as…top heavy as she was and for this reason the clothes she were wearing were very tight. Making her chest stand out even more so.
She was brought from her thoughts when she suddenly noticed a figure standing in front of her. This figure just happened to be Korea who just looked like he got out of bed. He looked at her with tired eyes, his gaze only lingering on Ukraine's chest for the briefest of seconds before focusing on her face. "Have you seen China?"
Ukraine shook her head but just as she was doing so Koreas eyes lit up and he threw his hands in the air.
"BREASTS!"
He called suddenly, completely startling the blond girl. She threw her arms over her face in a defencive matter and awaited the worse.
…
A few moments pasted before Ukraine allowed herself to look and saw Korea grabbing China's chest from behind.
"Wang Yao's breasts belong to me!"
"I- Im Yong Soo! Get off me-aru!"
As Ukraine watched the scene she suddenly felt inferior for reasons she will never know.
(Extra) 2. America X England
"If you touch me I'll bloody kill you."
America retraced his hand and went back to his task of drying dishes. Muttering about 'how mean Arthur was' under his breath.
(Extra) 3. France X India
"So why is England around you so much?"
India smirked at the Frenchman and crossed her arms in what looked like triumpht. "Why do you ask? Oh no! Don't tell me the 'country of love' is afraid of a little competition?"
France couldn't help but chuckle at this. "Oh mon cher. If my intent was to bed England then that is what I would be doing. Not having this conversation." He flashed a sexy smile at India though it seemed to have no effect. She just stared at him with her browns frowned, the smirk she held before now gone. "You're such a man whore. No wonder Arthur hates you."
Frances smile fell at that and India seemed satisfied with the reaction. "Ok, I'll tell you. England was trying to learn to make curry." France raised an eyebrow at that. "Curry?"
"Yes curry. The good kind, the Indian kind." She said this proudly and puffed he chest out in pride.
"…I can only imaged how that turned ou-"
"Terrible. It's like asking a brick wall to walk. He's never gonna create something edible. Never."
France simply nodded in agreement, his face pale as he remembered the last time he was...er...treated to the Englishmans cooking.
Never again. Never again.
(Extra) 4. Portugal X England X America
America dramatically stepped into the kitchen, informing everyone who wasn't deaf that his presence was something to be noticed. He downed the rest of his burger before grinning heroically and saluting the British nation. "HEY ENGLAND!" What's going o-" Though his face changed drastically when he noticed the third nation in the room. Portugal smiled cheerfully at the American. "Ah! Hello America~!" He said waving merrily at said nation. "It's always nice to see you!"
But before even the last word of his sentence was uttered the American had already turned tail and left leaving England and Portugal alone once again.
England smiled at Portugal. "This is why I love your company, lad."
"Anything I can do to atone!" Portugal replied happily sipping his tea.
I think I have enough categories now so I'm not gonna ask for another one but thank you so much to everyone who sent in ideas!
Though the character one still stands, feel like I'm missing a character? Lay it on me! xD
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