I now I shouldn't but I was laughing so hard last time tears were falling!
Anywho…
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination!
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Prussia had seen a flash of Alfred's hands. It was only briefly but he had seen them.
He knew he had to be the awesome one and grab Alfred's hands so he could claim he was the one who solved the mystery.
He was just awesome that way.
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Alfred quickly pulled his hands inside his sleeves to keep them from showing. Then he tried to get up with his hands in his sleeves. He only managed to get on his hands and knees before someone landed on top of him.
"THE AWESOME ME WILL CAPTURE YOUR HANDS!"
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Gilbert was wrestling with Alfred and had just managed to pin his arms together when he was suddenly flying across the room.
He landed hard and looked back to see Russia pinning Alfred's wrists down with one of his boots. Gilbert got up and tried to move the Russian away.
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Francis watched from the doorway.
This was entertaining, even if Alfred was slowly sneaking away from Russia towards the gloves on the edge of the bed.
We couldn't let that happen without solving the mystery now could we?
Francis slowly made his way past two pale fighting nations. Alfred was reaching up towards the gloves with his hands still in his sleeves when Francis made his move.
Francis moved so fast the poor boy didn't even know what hit him.
Plus his absolutely ADORABLE blush made everything worth it.
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Alfred had no idea what happened, one minute he almost had the gloves in his reach and then he was on the ground with a very satisfied looking Frenchman on top of him.
Said Frenchman's knee was between his legs.
And Alfred's arms had been pinned above his head.
And the Frenchman's face was getting closer and that glint in his eye becoming more pronounced.
Francis's lips were practically on his when the weight of him suddenly disappeared.
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Arthur was staring at Prussia and Russia as they went at it when he saw a flash of blue pass him.
Francis.
Arthur scrambled around the corner only to see…
Francis on top of Alfred…
Alfred's arms locked in the Frenchman's grip…
The Frenchman's lips getting closer to Alfred's…
This was not bloody happening!
Arthur ran over and kicked Francis in the side so that he fell off Alfred. Breathing heavily, Arthur turned to Alfred.
"Grab your gloves and let's go!"
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Alfred watched as Arthur was reaching a hand towards him.
The hand was grabbed, but not by Alfred.
Francis had returned and he wanted revenge.
Francis pulled the startled British man down and pinned him down the same way he had pinned Alfred. Alfred wanted to help but he had to get his gloves on now.
Alfred scrambled up and, maneuvering carefully, managed to pull them inside his sleeves. He was attempting to put them on when he realized he couldn't see the gloves and he didn't have enough time to try and feel which end his hand was supposed to go through.
Quickly, but carefully, Alfred pulled his arms through his sleeves so that his jacket was around him like a cape.
Bringing his hands out with the gloves in his hands he heard a scream.
Alfred looked up to see Kiku, Ludwig and Feliciano.
Everyone else in the room was staring at his hands.
"A-Alfred w"-
Alfred clapped his hands together.
Everything went bright white.
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I am really messing with you guys now aren't I?
I couldn't help it, I didn't want this chapter to end any other way…
What do you guys think is wrong with his hands?