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Username: mortkero 
Prompt: steampunk/pirates/courtesans/naval battles
Dislikes: fruk family, gender swap, overly ukeness, cross dressing. crossovers-unless you do gangsters.
Other: I also have a thing for suits. And any mood you like.

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[rabidninetails]

In an instant, England was on top of him, hands at his throat. “Erase that at once!” he bellowed, looking rather red in the face. France flailed under him, cellphone clutched in one hand, held just out of reach.

“Can't breathe,” he hissed, using his free hand to attempt to pry the other man's hands from his throat. England relented, apparently realizing that choking his enemy did him no good. Though he remained firmly on top of France, straddling his hips tightly lest he escape.

The french nation eased himself onto his elbows and rubbed his throat as he glared at the man sitting on him. “If I erase it, you'll play with me,” he said simply, clearing his throat a bit afterward. “Though I don't know why you're attacking me when I'm doing this as a favor to you.”

“A favor to me?! Listen frog, you erase that message and I'll play your little game, but don't think I'll enjoy it!”

The smile returned. “Done.” The phone gave a little beep as the message was erased. “You can get off me now, unless you want to skip the game and get straight to---”

“We're playing,” England growled, climbing off rather roughly and making sure to crush a few of France's fingers as he did. The Frenchman gave no indication that he had felt anything, which was probably to enrage him. It did.

He grabbed his discarded hat before making his way over to the spot across from France. Behind his board he was free to place his little boats without being detected. There was probably an elaborate strategy to boat placing, but England preferred to just stick his in at random. The game was, mostly, luck after all.

“I'll go first,” France announced, watching him over the tops of their boards. “D-6.”

“Wanker,” England muttered under his breath. “It's a hit.”

“Take something off~”

The hat went first, then the gloves when France got another hit. When England finally got a hit in, it was France's coat that went first. He had taken it off very slowly, as if he was teasing the other man. It was hard to feign disinterest.

There were seventeen hits possible in the game, a fact that England knew very well. A quick mental count revealed that he had been wearing ten articles of clothing, at most, with two gone already that was only eight. If things continued the way they had been going, he would be naked before the game was half-way over.

Of course, the game became trivial when he was naked. At least, when they used to play anyways.

The last time they had played had been sometime after World War II. He couldn't remember exactly why they stopped playing, but he could only guess that they had become too busy for silly things like that. The pirate outfits were new though, and a rather nice touch.

His coat was next, followed by shoes, then socks.

“You are such a prude,” France purred as he removed his shirt.

“And you're indecent,” England shot back. “Honestly, you'll be naked and all you'll have left is that stupid hat.”

He was right. As the game wore on France was left with nothing but a hat (which he had moved to cover his vital regions) while England had chosen to hold onto his pants until the end. Mostly because... he wasn't wearing anything under those tight pants.

“A-4.”

“...Hit.”

Just as England was reaching for his pants, France's phone went off. He watched in annoyance as the frenchman spoke into the phone in his native language. Of course, when things were about to get good, someone called.

“That was my boss. I'm afraid we'll have to reschedule,” France said, shaking his head with regret. He stood, letting the hat fall away, leaving him completely naked.

England turned away quickly, putting his own hat in his lap. “I don't want to reschedule. Just put some clothes on and get out of here,” he muttered at the carpet. It didn't take long for France to figure out what was going on. He tiptoed closer and knelt down next to the other man.

“Oh Angleterre, don't tell me you're excited already? I suppose I have time for a quick--”

“JUST GET OUT OF HERE YOU BLOODY FROG!”

((End. :D ))

[mortkero]

Hi rabidninetails thank you for the story!

oh these two silly guys whatever will they think of next?!

France's boss is such a cockblocker! What Francis should have done was included alcohol into the game, it would have been a riot!

[rabidninetails]

You're welcome!

Ah, I should have thought about including alcohol!