Winter Challenge Day 24
Title: Christmas Bloodbath 2012
Characters: Spain, Romano, Germany, Prussia, France, Italy, Austria
Challenge: Holiday Winter Challenge - 31 Fics in 31 Days (Jingle)
Rating: M for Mr. Valby’s lyrics and Romano’s potty mouth
Summary: The World 8 have a Christmas party… madness and mayhem ensue…
Author’s note: Also written for Hentai Contest’s Hentai Holidays. Please note that the Bad Touch Trio are singing John Valby’s parody set to the tune of “Sleigh Ride.”
Word Count: 662
One the tenth day of Hentai Holidays, my true love gave to me, a naughty Christmas carol…
World 8’s annual Christmas party was in full swing, with everyone enjoying the warm glow of the holiday spirit. The entertainment was also going off without a hitch, and Austria was in his element, accompanying the countries that got up to perform. Things had been pretty routine, as far as entertainment went, until Austria started playing the opening bars to “Sleigh Ride.” All hell broke loose when France, Spain, and Prussia walked onto the stage wearing nothing but a pair of boots, a Santa hat, and big red bow tied around their cocks.
“I feel my pecker tinglin, balls are jingling too…” they sang. “Come on and tell me whether, I can link ‘em together with you.” They did a bump and grind, getting squeals of delight from the female countries there, amid the catcalls from the guys. “I need a hot sleek mommy to slip slommy into… I must be over eager, cause even your beaver will do….”
At that moment, Germany returned from the kitchen after refilling some of the empty platters, just in time to catch his older brother’s solo. He sputtered wordlessly when Italy rushed past him, shedding clothes as he went to join them on stage.
“Get it up, get it up, get it up, let’s go! Your butt is too slow, start hopping like a rabbit in the snow… Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, my dear, hot jizz in your ear…. I know its not easy for you, hanging from that chandelier!”
“Get it up! Get it up! Get it! Let’s go!” Italy sang. “Your butt’s too slow!!”
Prussia, France and Spain tried not to laugh as they pranced around the stage, letting Italy sing whatever he came up with as he tried remembering the naughty lyrics. That actually made it funnier, since the song came out as a mix of clean and dirty lyrics, although, even the clean lyrics had a dirty edge to them much to Germany’s horror with the way Prussia and his friends were dancing in the background.
“Our cheeks are nice and rosy… And comfy cozy are we… We're snuggled up together…
Like two birds of a feather would be…”
Just when Germany thought he was going to have a massive stroke over the whole affair, Romano returned from the men’s room.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he swore. “I’M GOING TO KILL THOSE BASTARDS!! ITALY, GET THE HELL DOWN FROM THERE AND PUT YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES ON!!” Romano pushed through the crowd of partiers, Germany dogging his heels and picking up Italy’s clothes as he went. They soon reached the stage and in a surprising move, Romano let Germany handle his brother while he went after Spain, unleashing a torrent of curses in both Spanish and Italian.
“Italy? What have I told you about taking your clothes off?” Germany said with remarkable calm as he handed his little buddy, his boxers.
“Not to do it when ladies are present… oh…” Italy said as he hurriedly got dressed.
“Yeah… Come, I think there’s some gelato in the fridge.” Germany gently herded him off stage and towards the kitchen.
Prussia, who had beat a hasty retreat with France, stood in the wings, looking for his clothes. “You think they liked it?”
“Mon ami, they loved it! Getting Italy to join us was a nice touch.”
“Thanks, but that was an awesome accident… in fact, I have the feeling when I get home, my brother’s going to kick my ass over it.”
France nodded. “I don’t envy you at all, mon ami!”
Prussia grinned. “Then again, even though I taught him everything I know, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve…”
France laughed. “I wish you luck!”
“Thanks!”
Through the madness and mayhem that followed, Austria played on. All he cared about was Hungary, who was waiting for him under the mistletoe…
Characters: Spain, Romano, Germany, Prussia, France, Italy, Austria
Challenge: Holiday Winter Challenge - 31 Fics in 31 Days (Jingle)
Rating: M for Mr. Valby’s lyrics and Romano’s potty mouth
Summary: The World 8 have a Christmas party… madness and mayhem ensue…
Author’s note: Also written for Hentai Contest’s Hentai Holidays. Please note that the Bad Touch Trio are singing John Valby’s parody set to the tune of “Sleigh Ride.”
Word Count: 662
One the tenth day of Hentai Holidays, my true love gave to me, a naughty Christmas carol…
World 8’s annual Christmas party was in full swing, with everyone enjoying the warm glow of the holiday spirit. The entertainment was also going off without a hitch, and Austria was in his element, accompanying the countries that got up to perform. Things had been pretty routine, as far as entertainment went, until Austria started playing the opening bars to “Sleigh Ride.” All hell broke loose when France, Spain, and Prussia walked onto the stage wearing nothing but a pair of boots, a Santa hat, and big red bow tied around their cocks.
“I feel my pecker tinglin, balls are jingling too…” they sang. “Come on and tell me whether, I can link ‘em together with you.” They did a bump and grind, getting squeals of delight from the female countries there, amid the catcalls from the guys. “I need a hot sleek mommy to slip slommy into… I must be over eager, cause even your beaver will do….”
At that moment, Germany returned from the kitchen after refilling some of the empty platters, just in time to catch his older brother’s solo. He sputtered wordlessly when Italy rushed past him, shedding clothes as he went to join them on stage.
“Get it up, get it up, get it up, let’s go! Your butt is too slow, start hopping like a rabbit in the snow… Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, my dear, hot jizz in your ear…. I know its not easy for you, hanging from that chandelier!”
“Get it up! Get it up! Get it! Let’s go!” Italy sang. “Your butt’s too slow!!”
Prussia, France and Spain tried not to laugh as they pranced around the stage, letting Italy sing whatever he came up with as he tried remembering the naughty lyrics. That actually made it funnier, since the song came out as a mix of clean and dirty lyrics, although, even the clean lyrics had a dirty edge to them much to Germany’s horror with the way Prussia and his friends were dancing in the background.
“Our cheeks are nice and rosy… And comfy cozy are we… We're snuggled up together…
Like two birds of a feather would be…”
Just when Germany thought he was going to have a massive stroke over the whole affair, Romano returned from the men’s room.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he swore. “I’M GOING TO KILL THOSE BASTARDS!! ITALY, GET THE HELL DOWN FROM THERE AND PUT YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES ON!!” Romano pushed through the crowd of partiers, Germany dogging his heels and picking up Italy’s clothes as he went. They soon reached the stage and in a surprising move, Romano let Germany handle his brother while he went after Spain, unleashing a torrent of curses in both Spanish and Italian.
“Italy? What have I told you about taking your clothes off?” Germany said with remarkable calm as he handed his little buddy, his boxers.
“Not to do it when ladies are present… oh…” Italy said as he hurriedly got dressed.
“Yeah… Come, I think there’s some gelato in the fridge.” Germany gently herded him off stage and towards the kitchen.
Prussia, who had beat a hasty retreat with France, stood in the wings, looking for his clothes. “You think they liked it?”
“Mon ami, they loved it! Getting Italy to join us was a nice touch.”
“Thanks, but that was an awesome accident… in fact, I have the feeling when I get home, my brother’s going to kick my ass over it.”
France nodded. “I don’t envy you at all, mon ami!”
Prussia grinned. “Then again, even though I taught him everything I know, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve…”
France laughed. “I wish you luck!”
“Thanks!”
Through the madness and mayhem that followed, Austria played on. All he cared about was Hungary, who was waiting for him under the mistletoe…