--U.G.L.Y. YOU AIN'T GOT NO ALIBI YOU UGLY HEY HEY, YOU UGLY--
OHHEYIT'SANRPBETWEENMEANDpencildarts ! 8D
ALSO, NOTE:
crimsondream13 = Philippines
pencildarts = Prussia
pencildarts: So...
pencildarts: Anyway.
pencildarts: So Prussia started going all "Oh, so you're Philippines."
pencildarts: And Germany's still being uke-fied by France, so let's skip them first.
pencildarts: Prussia seems like he's..
pencildarts: hitting on you?
pencildarts: Now what?
crimsondream13: ...)8 I'm not gay.
pencildarts: Then, Prussia pounces on Philippines.
crimsondream13: Philippines: D8!
pencildarts: Prussia straddles him, bites on his glasses and yanks them away with his teeh.
pencildarts: *teeth.
crimsondream13: Phili: Wh-what are you doing?! D: Give me back my glasses! *reaches for them but fails*
pencildarts: Prussia grins impishly, but Philippines can't see that cause he's practically blind.
pencildarts: Anyway.
pencildarts: Prussia starts unbuttoning Philippines' barong.
pencildarts: And it's pretty awkward because France is romping Germany in the same room and you can hear it all.
crimsondream13: Philippines blushes in embarrassment at the strange sounds coming from right beside his self and flails when he feels the hands unbuttoning his barong. He also manages to hit Prussia's face in the process.
pencildarts: Prussia falls backwards.
pencildarts: His head lands right in the middle of Philippines' two shoes, all leather and shiny, and the first thing Prussia remembers is the fact that all his weight is pressing down on Philippines' crotch.
pencildarts: Must be painful .
pencildarts: Germany sounds like he's coming already.
crimsondream13: Philippines' face is practically like a tomato's now as he tries to push Prussia off of him, his hips unconsciously shifting as he hears Germany's moans.
pencildarts: Prussia tries lifting himself up, but then Philippines' hips suddenly shift and buck up and Prussia finds himself turning red too.
pencildarts: 'Oh holy fuck this is so awkward why is west even succumbing to that France oh shit.'
pencildarts: 'Oh shit oh shit oh shit.'
pencildarts: Prussia can't find it in himself to move anymore and just breathes in the smell of recently washed pants. Mmm. Smells like Downy.
crimsondream13: Philippines is still blushing in embarrassment as he tries to grope around for his glasses, saying, "Please give me back my glasses, sir...I can't see without them -thoughwhowantstoseeGermanyandFrancegettingitonanyway-"
pencildarts: Prussia nods, face going back to its original color (a little), and he gropes around to look for those damned glasses oh gods why did my hand have to land on his thigh for fuck's sake.
pencildarts: Prussia keeps his hand there anyway, and continues searching for the glasses with his other hand while still being stuck in that awkward tangle of limbs.
crimsondream13: Philippines sighs in relief, the blush from his cheeks fading a bit until he feels the hand on his thigh. He starts blushing again in discomfort though he does nothing about it as he helps with the groping around for his glasses.
crimsondream13: Philippines also mistakenly brushes a hand across Prussia's inner thigh as his pants' color is exactly the same as the floor's.
pencildarts: Prussia grins.
pencildarts: "Are you challenging me?"
pencildarts: The hand Prussia has on Philippines' thigh goes a bit lower.
pencildarts: ...and lower.
crimsondream13: Philippines blinks in confusion and replies, "What do you mean-"
crimsondream13: And suddenly, Philippines squeaks as he feels the hand going lower on his thigh. He sputters as he uses his hands to blindly push at the thing touching his thigh, though he fails quite a bit as he lacks his glasses.
pencildarts: Prussia laughs as Philippines blindly gropes around, trying to stop his hand from going lower, but then their hands brush and Prussia blushes like a schoolgirl.
pencildarts: Prussia removes his hand from Philippines' thigh and sighs.
pencildarts: "I fucked up."
crimsondream13: Philippines gapes in horror at the curse word, though he still asks, "What do you mean, sir?"
pencildarts: Prussia jerks his head around to ease the cricks in his neck. "Are you playing dumb, stupid, or a four-hundred-year-old virgin?"
pencildarts: ( ||OTL I mean "really just stupid,")
crimsondream13: Philippines huffs and crosses his arms, eyes squinting as he tries to look at Prussia's face directly. He replies, "I am not any of those." (lolhe'snotavirginomg /legasp)
pencildarts: Prussia thinks for a moment.
pencildarts: And then he grins impishly.
pencildarts: "You were established on fifteen sixty-five, so twenty ten minues fifteen sixty-five is four hundred five."
pencildarts: "Scratch that, I meant four hundred forty-five."
pencildarts: "Me, I was established on fifteen twenty five and ended on nineteen forty-seven. So that's four hundred twenty-two."
pencildarts: "You're older."
pencildarts: Prussia grabs Philippines by the shoulders and rolls to the side.
crimsondream13: Philippines blinks as he is grabbed, hands almost automatically moving forward to grip at Prussia's shirt as he rolls to the side with him.
pencildarts: Prussia idly wonders if Philippines can even see that Prussia's now on the bottom.
crimsondream13: Philippines, in fact, does not see this and only sees a blur of white and red and blue. He then asks, ".....what color is your hair again?"
pencildarts: Prussia smirks. "Green."
crimsondream13: Philippines frowns in return. He then says, "Where are you, then?"
crimsondream13: He also gropes Prussia's chest, not really knowing that it's not the floor he's groping.
pencildarts: Prussia jolts when he feels hands groping around on his chest. "Oh fuck, I was just kidding--it's silver, white, blanc, puti, whatever the hell you call--"
pencildarts: Prussia breathes in deeply when Philippines' fingers lightly caress his neck.
crimsondream13: Philippines blanches in realization as he quickly pulls his hands away, saying, "A-ah, I'm sorry, I really am, I'm so so sorry-"
crimsondream13: And he continues rambling about how sorry he is.
pencildarts: Prussia sits up, grins, and pats Philippines' cheeks hard.
pencildarts: "Shut up, will you? It's like you walked into me changing again..."
crimsondream13: Philippines blushes in embarrassment as he stops rambling out apologies, though he pouts as his cheeks are patted.
crimsondream13: He then says, "Anyway, can you give me back my glasses? I really don't want to touch anything else I shouldn't."
pencildarts: Prussia frowns at this. "Hm."
pencildarts: He doesn't really get the chance to say anything else, though, becuase France seems to be groaning really, really loud and Germany is whimpering like a cat with stretched violin strings in place of a voice box.
pencildarts: The bed seems to be creaking rhythmically, too, and no one says anything for a moment.
crimsondream13: Philippines flushes terribly as he tries to block out the sounds from entering his secretly perverted brain, his hands twitching from their place on the floor.
crimsondream13: ...he also suddenly realizes that he's still on top of Prussia. He moves to stand up to remedy this, holding out a hand to help the other up.
pencildarts: ...and Philippines completely misses and shoves the hand forward, hitting Prussia's eyes.
pencildarts: Prussia huffs. "Why don't you get your glasses first?"
crimsondream13: Philippines starts rambling out apologies again, but then frowns as he hears Prussia speak.
crimsondream13: Philippines then replies, "Why don't you give them back to me since you were the one who took them?"
pencildarts: Prussia huffs again, but says nothing as he stands up.
pencildarts: He curses to himself when he realizes that Germany's wearing them--probably to satisfy one of France's strange fetishes or two--and Prussia forces himself to look away when Germany glances at him with glassy eyes.
pencildarts: Prussia turns around to look at Philippines. "So..."
crimsondream13: Philippines raises an eyebrow, not knowing that Germany is wearing his glasses. "What?"
pencildarts: Prussia searches around in France's drawers for a lens or something and finds France's reading glasses.
pencildarts: Oh, scratch that, they're England's.
pencildarts: Prussia puts the glasses on Philippine's palm. "Here."
pencildarts: Then he prays for the glasses to work...
crimsondream13: Philippines then puts them on and frowns after doing so.
crimsondream13: He then says, "These aren't my glasses."
pencildarts: Prussia curses. "Can you see even a little bit better?"
crimsondream13: Philippines rolls his eyes in response. "I need my glasses. Not some random person's glasses."
pencildarts: Prussia puffs up a cheek stubbornly. "Just answer the question: Can you see any better?"
crimsondream13: Philippines tries once again to direct a blank stare at the blur of white and red. "No."
pencildarts: Prussia curses again.
pencildarts: He yanks open France's drawers and finds...
pencildarts: "Hey, can you see with a magnifying glass?"
crimsondream13: Philippines suddenly snorts in disbelief, then blushes in embarrassment afterwards. Tch, I can't believe I actually snorted.
pencildarts: Prussia growls, hands Philippines the magnifying glass anyway, and finds a hanger on top of France's dresser.
pencildarts: "Okay, so I'm about to get your glasses away from west, because he's wearing them and France must've forced them on him."
crimsondream13: Philippines then frowns as he passes the magnifying glass from right hand to the left, then gapes in horror after he hears what Prussia said. "Wh-what is Germany doing with my glasses?!"
pencildarts: Prussia holds the hanger by one end and tries to get the hook to snag Philippines' glasses. "Probably a fetish of France."
pencildarts: Prussia's having a hard time because Germany's head is bobbing up and down from the sheer strength of France's romping.
crimsondream13: Philippines grimaces at the thought and watches as he sees the blur of blue move farther away with the brown blur.
crimsondream13: "What are you doing?"
pencildarts: ( What brown blur? orz )
crimsondream13: (The hanger lmfao orz)
pencildarts: ( Ohhh okay. )
pencildarts: The hook of the hanger snags the bridge of Philippine's glasses, and Prussia cheers.
pencildarts: Prussia hands Philippines his glasses back.
pencildarts: "Okay, here are your glasses."
crimsondream13: Philippines then puts them back on, sighing in relief as he finally manages to see properly. He then avoids looking to the side where Germany and France are as he says to Prussia, "Thanks."
pencildarts: It's at that moment that Prussia realizes how...
pencildarts: how short Philippines is.
crimsondream13: Philippines then quirks a brow after noticing how Prussia's staring at him.
crimsondream13: "What?"
pencildarts: Prussia shrugs. "Just realized that, if you were a normal human, I would have probably been pedophilic by now."
crimsondream13: "Pedophilic..." Philippines furrows his eyebrows as he tries to understand what he means.
crimsondream13: Philippines then blinks. "Oh, so you're saying I look like a kid?" He frowns. "Do I not look mature enough?"
pencildarts: "Kinda."
pencildarts: Prussia shrugs. "I've romped you before. Doesn't really change who you are, you know."
crimsondream13: Philippines sputters again at his statement. "R-romp..!"
pencildarts: Prussia slaps himself in exasperation.
pencildarts: "Okay," he starts, "say it. 'F'"
crimsondream13: Philippines shakes his head as he frowns, flushing terribly. "You...you're so crude!"
pencildarts: Prussia blinks. "So I told you to say a letter and now you're saying I'm crude?"
crimsondream13: Philippines sighs exasperatedly and flails a bit as he says, "That's not what I meant!"
pencildarts: Prussia frowns. "So...?"
crimsondream13: Philippines flushes as he runs a hand through his hair, still too embarrassed to say it. "I was referring to the r-romping thing you said!"
pencildarts: "So... you're denying that it happened?"
pencildarts: Prussia hopes Philippines' glasses are foggy, because Prussia can feel his eyes growing unnaturally shiny. Just a little.
crimsondream13: Philippines then chews on his lip as he looks down at the floor, feeling a bit guilty as he replies, "I-It's not that, but..."
pencildarts: "Then what?!"
pencildarts: Prussia grits his teeth and says nothing else.
crimsondream13: Philippines frowns. "Why are you yelling at me?"
pencildarts: Prussia belatedly realizes that the rhythmic bed-creaking from beside them had stopped.
crimsondream13: Philippines is still ignoring the other couple of people beside them, instead looking up at Prussia's face as he asks, "Why does it matter, anyway?"
pencildarts: Prussia chokes up and finds he can't say anything.
pencildarts: "A-ah..."
crimsondream13: Philippines quirks an eyebrow and taps a foot on the floor as he stares at Prussia blankly. "What?"
pencildarts: Prussia does the most logical thing at the time (to him, at least) and curls up into a ball on the floor.
pencildarts: [France is heaving up an unconcious Germany up and out of the room.]
crimsondream13: Philippines blinks as he sees Prussia curl up into a ball on the floor and asks, "...what are you doing?"
pencildarts: Prussia grumbles incoherently.
pencildarts: He breathes in, out, in, out, and calms himself down after a long period of time.
pencildarts: Suddenly, Prussia stands up.
crimsondream13: Philippines is startled as he does so, then looks questioningly up at him.
pencildarts: Prussia breathes in. "Okay."
pencildarts: "So, in your country, tv dramas are popular, right?"
crimsondream13: Philippines nods slowly, a bit confused at what his TV dramas have to do with anything. "Yeah, they are. Why?"
pencildarts: Prussia crosses his arms and looks to the side sharply, trying to make sure his face isn't in Philippines' view.
pencildarts: "Well, there's probably been a show where..." Prussia gulps, "where a guy falls in love with his caretaker, or something, right?"
pencildarts: Prussia curses. "Not that I'm trying to say that you're just a maid, or anything."
pencildarts: "Oh Jesus Christ this came out easier to say in my head."
crimsondream13: Philippines frowns as he adjusts his glasses a bit. "Just say it, Gilbert."
pencildarts: "You're smart, you can probably guess by now."
pencildarts: Prussia mumbles to himself. "Isn't it supposed to be the bottom who confesses?"
crimsondream13: Philippines raises an eyebrow. "Bottom?" He huffs as he crosses his arms. "Hmph, and what do I have to confess anyway?" ( *tsunderePhilippinesistsundere* )
pencildarts: ( -slaps you for making this so hard FFF but it's so fun cause it's hard lol no paradox aaaaa- )
crimsondream13: ( LOLOL )
pencildarts: Prussia grins. "I didn't say anything about you being the bottom."
pencildarts: "So you admit it~"
crimsondream13: Philippines coughs, blushing a bit as he looks away. "I admit nothing."
pencildarts: Prussia grabs Philippines' chin and forces him to look towards him.
pencildarts: And then he just stares for a moment, face all serious that it doesn't seem like Prussia that much anymore.
crimsondream13: Philippines stumbles a bit as he is forced to look back at him, then frowns up at him.
pencildarts: Prussia smirks, then lets go.
pencildarts: "You're doing it again."
crimsondream13: Philippines rubs his chin and raises an eyebrow, confused again. "Doing what again?"
pencildarts: Prussia just grins. "Frowning."
crimsondream13: Philippines frowns again without meaning to. "And you are grinning at that because..?"
pencildarts: He runs his fingers on Philippines' forehead. "Have you noticed that you've got bad wrinkles here? Means you frown a damn lot."
crimsondream13: Philippines gasps in disbelief, swatting Prussia's hand away as he pulls out a mirror. "Tch, I do have wrinkles there..." He frowns as he pokes at his forehead a bit.
pencildarts: Prussia's grin falters, if only by a little.
crimsondream13: Philippines sighs, chewing on his lip. "I can't face him like this..." He pokes at his forehead again as he pouts at his mirror.
pencildarts: Prussia smiles. Not an infuriating smirk, or a proud grin, just a gentle smile that doesn't seem to fit quite right on his face.
pencildarts: "You know, you... don't have to stay here anymore."
pencildarts: Prussia brings out his wallet from his back pocket and smiles again. "How much do you need for ticket fees? Food? Clothes?"
pencildarts: "It seems you frown a lot around me, after all."
crimsondream13: Philippines blinks as he looks back at Prussia. "Huh? Why are you saying that-"
crimsondream13: Philippines pauses, blushing a bit as he looks away from Prussia. He then rubs at his cheek whilst saying, "I...-not that I like you like that or anything-, I like it here with you."
pencildarts: ( OH FUCK I JUST REALIZED HOW CLOSE THIS IS TO THE ENDING OF THE FINAL CHAPTER OF ALNH AAAAAA )
pencildarts: ( OH GODS )
crimsondream13: ( LOLLLLLLLLLLL )
pencildarts: ( -writer's block- )
crimsondream13: ( PFFFFT OH YOU )
pencildarts: Prussia grins again, and his muscles seem all too fatigued as he suddenly slumps and leans against Philippines.
pencildarts: "...You know why I was in that hospital when you came to pick me up?"
crimsondream13: Philippines shifts a bit to support Prussia and answers, "Ah, no, I don't. What was the reason?"
pencildarts: Prussia breathes in everything, tries to bury the warm feeling of this moment and everything just suddenly--
pencildarts: "...I'm dying."
pencildarts: Prussia laughs, and just hugs Philippines.
crimsondream13: Philippines blinks, the information not yet fully being registered into his brain as he lets Prussia hug him.
crimsondream13: Philippines then laughs weakly as he says, "You're...you're joking, right?"
pencildarts: Prussia smiles, burying his head in the crook of Philippines' neck, and shakes his head.
pencildarts: "Countries, when abolished, disappear of maps, right? They become part of another country."
pencildarts: "But me, I'm not a country, I'm a human who was turned into an anthro--what was that again?" Prussia laughs weakly. "When the country disappears, the representative guy has to follow."
crimsondream13: Philippines trembles a bit as he grips at the back of Prussia's shirt. "But why?" He bites his lip to stop his self from sputtering. "Why does that have to happen? Why...why do you have to die?"
pencildarts: Prussia pretends that the drops rolling down Philippines' cheeks are just a hallucination, because... because there's no reason to be sad, because "You're free now."
pencildarts: If anything, Philippines doesn't even seem to know he's crying, either.
pencildarts: Prussia sighs. "We die because it just happens. We just work that way." There's a bit of a pause before Prussia adds, "I don't really know why we have to die. I'm not god."
pencildarts: And then Prussia's crying too.
crimsondream13: Philippines then moves to bury his face into Prussia's shoulder, not wanting either of them to see each other's crying faces. "I don't want you to go..." He shakes his head as he chokes back a sob. "I-I..."
pencildarts: Prussia laughs, can feel himself going back completely, back to being just Gilbert, and he closes his eyes and even out his breathing.
pencildarts: *evens out
crimsondream13: Philippines sniffles a bit as he breathes in the other's scent, trying to calm his self as he keeps leaning on Prussia.
crimsondream13: (lmfao augh why do I keep laughing when I hear Len say banana)
pencildarts: ( -slaps you for breaking the mood lolwut this is so ttly hard I can't write this aaaa- )
pencildarts: Prussia opens his eyes weakly. "Mind checking my pulse for me? Heart rate?"
crimsondream13: Philippines nods as he moves a bit, reaching a hand out to take his wrist and feel for a pulse.
pencildarts: "Count it for sixty seconds and divide by two." Prussia adds when Philippines places his fingers on his wrist.
crimsondream13: Philippines huffs, using his other hand to wipe at his eyes. "I know what to do." He then counts for sixty seconds, dividing the resulting number by two.
pencildarts: "Wha--" Prussia stops a cough from ripping from his throat, "What's the result?"
crimsondream13: ( Am I supposed to be dramatic and say that his heart rate has dropped a bit. )8 )
pencildarts: ( So you realize that the ending depends on what you will say next, LOL. You have to be creative to get the best ending. )
crimsondream13: ( ...LOL. )
crimsondream13: ( PFFFT )8 )
pencildarts: ( ...? Your verdict, judge? You can take all the time you want, you know, because I know you'd want the best ending for these two poor guys )
crimsondream13: ( ...lol idk I am a sadist and yet I want a happy ending. ; A ; )
pencildarts: ( Nothing will happen until YOU decide. -pressures you- )
crimsondream13: ( LOL DANG IT )8 *TSUNDEREHEADBUTT* )
pencildarts: ( -pressure pressure pressure- )
crimsondream13: Philippines sighs as he leans on Prussia's shoulder. He then mutters, "Thirty..."
crimsondream13: ( I so did not google the average heart rate of a man. )8 )
pencildarts: Prussia smiles as Philippines leans against him. "I'm inclined to think you're telling the truth."
crimsondream13: Philippines smiles as he slaps Prussia's arm playfully. "I am telling the truth, idiot."
pencildarts: Prussia suddenly falls flat against the floor, bringing Philippines along with him, and stretches his arms up.
crimsondream13: Philippines gasps as he is pulled along with Prussia, falling flat onto the other's chest. He then fixes his glasses as he looks up at him, asking, "Are you alright?"
pencildarts: He starts singing softly, more to himself than anyone else. "Take care, good bye, see you again..."
pencildarts: "Take it easy, let's meet up sometime, thank you."'
pencildarts: "I've got to go now."
crimsondream13: Philippines blinks, moving a bit as he listens to Prussia sing. He remains silent, not wanting to ruin the moment.
crimsondream13: ( lol I'm sorry I've got nothing else to say orz *fails* )
pencildarts: ( hurr hurr~ )
pencildarts: "... So I was planning on singing the whole song for you when I finally died. As in, for real died."
pencildarts: Prussia tilts his head to look at the clock hung above the doorway. "I guess I'm still alive for today. Need a romping?"
crimsondream13: (...LOL. DANG IT.)
crimsondream13: (You made me LOL unexpectedly. )8 )
pencildarts: ( LOLOLOLOL )
crimsondream13: Philippines blinks, then flushes hard after his brain has finally processed what Prussia just said. "Wh-what-"
pencildarts: Prussia shakes his head slowly. "You know what, forget about the romping thing--I'm too tired." He looks at Philippines, grins, and pokes his cheek. "Sing for me?"
crimsondream13: Philippines blinks. "But my voice..." He squirms a bit from his position on top of Gilbert. "It's...it's not that good..."
pencildarts: Prussia wraps his arms around Philippines' waist and closes his eyes. "I'm tired. Just sing that song you always sing when you make breakfast."
pencildarts: ( because you should know that I leave these kinds of things to you because you = Philippines, technically )
pencildarts: Prussia sighs, burying his face in Philippines' half-unbuttoned shirt. "Just sing it already."
pencildarts: Prussia grins. "Fine."
pencildarts: He rolls them over so that he's lying on top of Philippines. Again.
pencildarts: He proceeds to rip off the buttons of Philippines' barong.
pencildarts: "Glasses stay on so you can see what happens," he says.
pencildarts: He pauses. "Well, until you sing."
crimsondream13: Philippines then sputters, trying to push him away. "Okay, okay! I'll sing! Stop destroying my clothes, please!"
pencildarts: Prussia falls on top of Philippines, burying his face in the crook of his neck again, and grins. "Well, start."
pencildarts: ( ...? )
crimsondream13: ( Hey, it wouldn't be fun if Philippines suddenly sang I WANT TO TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR, would it? )8 )
pencildarts: ( IT'S TTLY UP TO YOU )
crimsondream13: ( LOL )
pencildarts: ( but you do realize that this will affect the ending of your fic and of this RP, right? )
crimsondream13: (....)
pencildarts: ( 69D )
crimsondream13: ( LOL D69 )
crimsondream13: (ASDLASKASKLDJ OKAY FOUND A SONG LMFAO)
crimsondream13: Philippines pouts as he squirms underneath him a bit. "Hmph, already ruined my barong..." He inhales a bit, then starts singing, "I don't know but, I think I may be falling for you," He licks his lips as his voice shakes a bit, "Dropping so quickly, maybe I should keep this to myself-"
crimsondream13: (DON'T JUDGE ME. )69 )
pencildarts: ( d'awww that's so cute~ )
pencildarts: Prussia hums. "So you choose to indirectly confess to me rather than singing your usual songs, huh?"
crimsondream13: Philippines stops singing and blushes, slapping his arm in embarrassment. "Sh-shut up! I wasn't even going to sing for you, but then you destroyed my barong."
pencildarts: Prussia reaches up to lightly tickle Philippines' cheeks. "'Cause I wanted to fuck you."
pencildarts: ( oh my god colbie caillat goes to my download list lol )
crimsondream13: (8D!)
pencildarts: ( I will forever imagine Philippines singing this while playing a guitar lol~ )
crimsondream13: (LOL OMG)
crimsondream13: ( FFFFT NOW I CAN'T UN-SEE IT )
pencildarts: ( Hey can we continue lol orz side-tracked )
crimsondream13: ( lol yuss )
crimsondream13: Philippines sputters again and flushes up to his ears. "You are so crude..!"
pencildarts: Prussia rolls off Philippines and reaches for his phone. "Wait, have to call Spain."
crimsondream13: Philippines grumbles as he stands up, wobbling a bit. "Hmph, fine."
crimsondream13: He then stares at his barong, his eyes twitching a bit.
pencildarts: Prussia looks at him. "Didn't say you could stand, isn't it?" Prussia then grins when Philippine stares down at his shirt in contempt.
pencildarts: The other line picks up, and Prussia smiles. "Hey, Spain. Yeah, have one here. How were you even able to get in the guy's pants?"
crimsondream13: Philippines sputters after hearing Prussia's statement, stumbling back a bit as he stares at him in horror.
pencildarts: "Seems like the guy's got an invisible chastity shield."
pencildarts: Prussia smiles. "Well, I like to think that we've established a sort of mutual relationship, so yeah."
crimsondream13: Philippines flushes an even darker red as he trips on a stray hanger on the floor, falling on his butt in the process. "Ow-!"
pencildarts: ( Oh forgot to mention: heavily implied SpainxS.Italy )
crimsondream13: ( ohbby <3 8D )
pencildarts: Prussia grins, says a 'thanks' to his phone, and hangs up. He turns to look at Philippines and says "Spain said that you used to like crossdressing, especially when he stuck around at your place a lot."
crimsondream13: Philippines sputters again, replying, "Th-that's a lie!"
pencildarts: Prussia laughs. "Spain said he got portraits! Wonder how you looked like..."
crimsondream13: Philippines frowns poutily as he tries to stand up again. "He forced me to wear those! I never liked those dresses!"
pencildarts: Prussia grins. "So I'll just pretend you're wearing a cute little maid outfit, with the stockings and pretty ribbons in your hair."
pencildarts: Suddenly, Prussia grabs Philippines' crotch.
crimsondream13: Philippines lets out a strangled moan in response, hands darting to clutch at Prussia's sleeve to keep from stumbling. "Augh, wh-what are you doing..!"
pencildarts: Suddenly, Prussia feels lightheaded.
pencildarts: "If we were at west's, what time would it be right now? Jet lag's killing me."
pencildarts: Prussia moans. "But you finally seemed willing for a romping... Don't wanna sleep yet..."
crimsondream13: Philippines glares weakly, saying, "4:59 pm...
pencildarts: Prussia ignores Philippines in favor of using his teeth to pull down the zipper of Philippines' pants.
crimsondream13: Philippines then tries to kick him away, shrieking like the school girl he is, "S-stop that! Just...just go to sleep or something!"
pencildarts: Prussia hums, trying to breathe hot puffs of air on Philippines' crotch on purpose, and sighs.
pencildarts: Suddenly, he tumbles backwards, falls asleep, and starts snoring.
crimsondream13: Philippines then huffs, zipping his pants back up and stares at his barong a bit. Afterwards deciding that he'd fix it later as he removes it and hangs it on a chair.
crimsondream13: He then drags Prussia to his bedroom and lays him on his bed, tucking him in after doing so.
pencildarts: ...But Prussia latches onto Philippine's arm with his hand and literally yanks Philippines onto the bed with him.
crimsondream13: Philippines hisses as he is pulled, trying to yank his arm back. "If you're just feigning sleep, I swear-"
pencildarts: Prussia's just sleeping, lying on his bed, face all... angelic?
crimsondream13: Philippines is not convinced of him actually sleeping, and then manages to yank his arm back. "Hmph."
pencildarts: Prussia scoots over to him, drawn by the warmth, and hugs Philippines to himself.
pencildarts: ...snoring softly the whole time.
crimsondream13: Philippines rolls his eyes and slips out of bed to remove his pants, leaving only his boxers on as he slips back into the bed.
pencildarts: SUDDENLY RAEP TIEM OH NO
~FIN~
I told you I'd post it -though I did leave out the random conversations in between- 8D ♥♥♥
Title: Independent Woman
Author/Artist: crimsondream13
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Liechtenstein, Hungary, Belgium, Switzerland
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: A drabble to the song Independent Woman. So basically Belgium and Hungary kidnapped Liechtenstein and dressed her up in clothes that France would approve of and Switzerland would kill them for.
“Ah, Miss Hungary,” Liechtenstein smiled politely as she held onto the Hungarian woman’s wrist, “it’s fine, really. You don’t have to buy me such clothes.”
The Belgian then scoffed at this, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms. “Nonsense! You need more clothes in your closet, darling, and not those innocent little girl clothes. You need women’s clothes!”
Hungary nodded in agreement at this, raising a hand and waving it around as if she were proving a point. “She’s right, Lili! Besides, don’t you want to make your brother proud?”
Said person blushed, meekly pushing away the hair from her face as she replied, “I do, but...but brother said that I shouldn’t wear such things. He said they weren’t fitting for-”
“-such a fine woman like you?” Belgium smirked after completing her sentence, sauntering closer to her as she sighed dramatically. “Really, Lili, us fine women should flaunt our beauty, not hide it.”
Hungary grinned after a moment, thrusting a set of clothes onto her and pushing her into a dressing room. “Just tell us if they don’t fit you and we’ll get you some smaller sizes, okay?”
Liechtenstein blinked, looking back at the entrance of the dressing room as she clutched onto the clothes in her arms. ‘Will these clothes really make me look like a woman?’ A question that she asked in her mind as she looked curiously at the leather garments in her arms.
‘Might as well try it on...’
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“You look wonderful, Lili!” Hungary clapped her hands in approval as Belgium ushered said person out of the dressing room.
“Um...”
Liechtenstein fiddled with her fingers, blushing as she tugged a bit at the end of the leather dress she wore.
“Yes? What is it, Lili?” Belgium smiled kindly as she looked at her from head to toe.
“I-Is this really what women wear..?”
Hungary giggled as she stood beside Belgium, observing the Germanic nation’s clothes. “Of course! They fit you quite nicely as well, don’t they, Belgium?”
Belgium nodded with a grin in response to the question, Liechtenstein still fidgeting in place as she struggled to say something.
“I don’t think brother will like this at all...and what is the purpose of the whip, Miss Belgium?”
Belgium grinned. “They come with the clothes, of course.”
Hungary scoffed in response to the former. “Switz will like those, I’m sure-”
“...Lili?”
Lo and behold, the Swiss man walked right into the store they were in and looked at Liechtenstein in surprise as her black outfit really did stand out from the surrounding yellow and pink dresses.
And thus, Belgium and Hungary were forced to endure dear big brother Switzerland’s wrath as he calmly -and without having a nose bleed- explained to Liechtenstein why she shouldn’t wear those leather dresses with hook and eye fronts or anything else resembling such clothes.
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A/N: I got lazy at the end. orz