Title: When One Ships Men
Pairing: Um, none, really...?
Rating: T, for mention of homoerotica. *feels fancy now*
Mexico got out of the shower on that fateful die and tripped right onto the toilet, which really pissed her off. A lot.
She got herself up off the toilet, dressed, ran a brush through her long, dark hair, then dressed in comfortable, loose jeans, and a big loose t-shirt. She tied her hair up in loose a bun, then walked out of the bathroom, looking cool and composed. She went to the kitchen and made herself some breakfast, then checked her Tumblr for cool stuff, then finally got up, got in her car, and drove to Hungary's house, which was where she, Japan, and Hungary- obviously -were meeting to enjoy the epic yaoi pictures they had taken in the last month. Hungary had even gotten some pictures of Spain and Romano, which Japan had been trying to do for ages. Romano was such a prudish hardass that he tried never to do anything vaguely romantic or cute if he wasn't in the comfort of his own home.
Spain was a completely different matter and, though he respected Romano's wishes when they were outside, when they were inside, well... let's just say that... they used some interesting positions. She had seen a rare couple before Romano had burned Japan's house down, with them inside it.
Japan had redeemed himself with pictures of Germany and Italy, or so he had told her over the phone. They were always holding hands and stuff in public, but what no one knew was that when they were alone together, well... let's just say that they made Spain and Romano seem like virgins. If ya know what I mean.
Mexico, of course, had gotten quite a few shots of America and England when she had visited their- excuse her, America's -apartment not too long ago. She had one of them looking cutely at each other, one of America reaching out and slinging an arm around England's shoulder, and one from after she had left, when they had apparently started to bring sexy back.
Hungary would really like that one, she knew. It was... R18, to say the least.
She hummed slightly to herself as she drove. She was nearing Hungary's house now, and she was extremely excited to see the pictures. They would be great! Also, at this meeting they would be deciding who would go after the pictures of Prussia and Canada... oh, how she loved that ship... U-um, couple.
She pulled into Hungary's driveway, checked around for Austria (who occasionally got lost and wandered around in Hungary's gardens while she took stalker pictures of him to sell to Prussia and Switzerland), then walked up to Hungary's front door, knocking the door knocker in their special code before letting herself in, as was custom.
She walked into the entryway, peered to the left and the right (where there was a living room and dining room respectively), then walked straight forward through a sort of archway that led to some stairs going up. She walked quickly up them, peering methodically from left to right, then turned left at the top of the stairs, going up another, much smaller set of stairs and then through a door right in front of them, which led to a sort of bedroom/drawing room mixture. Hungary and Japan were already sitting on the floor in there. Hungary was giggling wildly as Japan showed her some pictures. She held a towel up to her nose to try and stop the copious amounts of bleeding. Japan looked like he always did, except that his dark eyes were twinkling slightly and the corner of his mouth was turned up a bit.
"Whatcha looking at?" Mexico asked with a smirk. She walked, catlike, into the room, then sat down next to Hungary, glancing at the pictures Japan was holding up.
"Oh my god," she said appreciatively. "Those are... great."
"I knobw." Hungary said, her voice choked by her bloody nose. "Theby're so greabt."
"Say that again. Wow, Germany's a lot kinkier than I thought he was..."
Japan smiled slightly, which, for him, was a grin. "Arigato," he said, bowing his head slightly.
"Do you hab the pictures?" Hungary asked of Mexico as Japan pulled the pictures away, placing them gently in his pocket.
"Of course," Mexico said, flipping her long, dark hair haughtily over her shoulder. She pulled the precious pictures out of her purse, splaying them all across the ground. "Here they are. Pretty as can be, right?"
Japan smirked slightly in appreciation while Hungary pressed the towel against her nose with renewed force.
"I know. They're pretty great, if I do say so myself."
"You cabn say thabd again." Hungary said once she'd gotten more control of herself. "Those are... I mean... what, did they just hop in the shower immediately after you'd left?"
"Well, not immediately, but not too long after. I got some pretty nice shots, and I almost got some video but the tree branch I was balancing on broke. I probably would have died if I hadn't been a country."
"It would have been a noble death. Killed in the line of duty." Japan told her.
"I know." Mexico answered. "It was so worth it."
"So, we're going after Prussia and Canada next, correct? Any idea of what would be a good time?" asked Hungary.
"Tomorrow, I think," answered Japan. "I heard from Italy that he was going to Germany's house for some alone time since Prussia wouldn't be there, and I was talking to China earlier as well. He heard from Alaska that Canada was having a guest over tomorrow. Sounds a bit suspicious."
"Speaking of Russia and China..." Mexico began, but Japan held up a hand.
"No, they've ended their relationship."
Mexico snapped her fingers. "Shucks. Ah well. And Austria and Switzerland?"
"Nothing there either."
"Oh well. Let's get back to Prussia and Canada then. Tomorrow, you said?"
"Yes. Tomorrow, at Canada's house. I don't know what time but, considering what time Italy said he was going to Germany's, I'd say somewhere around lunchtime."
"Hmm... okay, so we'll head to Canada's house sometime before lunchtime tomorrow and try to snap some pictures-" Hungary stopped talking suddenly, cocking her head to the side. "Did anyone else hear that?"
"Hear what?" asked Mexico, listening intently.
"I hear nothi- what was that?" asked Japan suddenly.
Mexico frowned. "I heard it too."
"What was that-" Hungary started. A door slammed open suddenly, making everyone in the room jump.
"What was- Who is that?" cried Mexico.
"Someone's here!" Japan said, eyes widening worriedly.
"Hide the pictures!" Hungary shrieked as footsteps came from the stairs. They pounded up the wooden boards furiously, skipping a stair or two at a time, as Hungary grabbed all the pictures, trying her utmost to be careful with them as she stuffed most of them unceremoniously down the front of her shirt.
"Dammit, I knew I should have brought Ukraine along," she muttered. "Jeez, Mexico, help, would you?" Rolling her eyes, Mexico began to shove pictures down her shirt as well. Japan just looked on, unsure if that would even work with him.
Suddenly the bedroom door burst open and a super angry German charged into the room. Hungary began giggling wildly to herself as Germany turned to look at her. "Where are they?!" he asked furiously. "The pictures! Where are they? Where are you hiding them?"
"H-h-hiding what?" Hungary giggled. "What pictures? Hiding them where? What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about." Germany said, voice low and dangerous. Hungary giggled again.
"RUN!" she shouted, laughing. She hopped up and shoved past Germany, running down the stairs and out the door of her own house, Mexico following. Japan did some sort of ninja move where one second he was in the room and the next he was standing, upside down, on a tree-branch. Germany growled in anger, then went to chase after the girls.
"THIS MEANS WAR!" he shouted.
A/N And THAT'S how World War II started! JUST KIDDING! XD
Anyways, this concept was brought to you by VivaAmerica, and Mexico is her OC, have I mentioned that? Anyways, that's all, bye!