Challenge 13- Spook- Three Drabbles
Title: Heights
Characters: Prussia, Romano
Challenge: 13- Spook
Bonus Words: bones, terror
Rating: PG
Summary: Prussia is scared of heights, something Romano didn't know.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
So, in hindsight, perhaps Romano should not have chosen to go on a Ferris wheel with Prussia. In hindsight, though, perhaps Prussia should have explained to Romano that he was afraid of heights. Then they wouldn't have gone on the Ferris wheel.
“Shut up and hold me!” Prussia exclaimed, gripping Romano all the tighter. The Italian could feel his bones practically breaking under Prussia's strong grasp. “I don't wanna die!”
Romano rolled his eyes, struggling to get out of the death hold he was in. “You're not gonna die, idiot!” he snapped. “It's just a Ferris wheel!”
Prussia whimpered. “We're all the way at the top, oh my god, Romano, I can't look, I'm gonna be sick.”
“If you're sick on me, I'll throw you out!” Romano snapped, suddenly regaining his strength and managing to somewhat loosen Prussia's hands from around his middle. “Seriously, calm down! We're-” Just as he was about to comfort his boyfriend with kind words and warm smiles (ha), the ride started moving again. And Prussia didn't have to hide his face in terror any longer. Rather, he looked embarrassed.
“So I'm still alive.”
“Nice observation, bastard.”
Title: Party Time
Characters: Germany, Prussia
Challenge: 13- Spook
Bonus Words: terror, pumpkin, bones
Rating: PG
Summary: Prussia decides to have a Halloween party at Germany's place.
Something was different. Germany instantly noticed it upon arriving home.
For one, there was a smashed pumpkin on his roof.
“Prussia!” he yelled, entering the house. Sadly enough, he wasn't completely shocked to find a large group of costume-clad nations milling about in his living room. And completely ignoring his calls. Typical.
“'Scuse me, pardon me,” he growled, pushing through the crowd of people. He quickly caught sight of the very nation he wanted to see.
“Prussia, stop hiding behind France.” Germany looked exasperated. “I can see you.”
France smiled nervously and stepped out of the way, leaving Prussia kneeling on the floor and shaking in terror. “Don't kill me, West!” he exclaimed. “I was just having this awesome Halloween party, and-”
“Send them home,” Germany mumbled. “I'm not in the mood for this. I've had a long day and I would really just like to go to bed.”
Prussia stood, brushing imaginary dirt off his pants and looking relieved that Germany hadn't snapped his bones in half. “I actually told most of them they could sleep over,” he explained. “They flew in from all over the world, just to attend my awesome party!”
Germany sighed. He really shouldn't have expected anything different.
“I'm sleeping in my car,” he decided.
Title: Sirens
Characters: England
Challenge: 13- Spook
Bonus Words: terror, bones
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Arthur only sleeps with the sirens to kill them himself.
Arthur stared at the woman in bed next to him, his sleepy eyes drooping but his mind refusing to go give in to his exhaustion. He didn't shag this woman for just any old reason. He certainly didn't do it because he trusted her. Far from it.
His hand reached under his pillow, fingers gripping the cold handle of his knife.
There was on purpose he had in inviting this woman to his bed. And he was going to gain that purpose.
He quickly brought the knife up and held it to the woman's exposed chest, just as her steel, blue eyes flung open. “Tough luck, love,” he drawled, a bitter smile coming to his face. “But I'm not just any pirate, you realize.”
The woman blinked before gathering a sense of her surroundings. Terror flooded her face. “Pl-Please release me!” she begged. “I meant nothing by sleeping with you, I promise!”
Arthur scoffed. “You're a siren,” he pointed out. “You meant everything by sleeping with me. I know of your kind. You wait until the man is in his own dream world before killing him. I've found men of such fate.” He paused. “Well, rather, I've found their bones. Point is, your kind deserves extermination.” His face contorted into a nasty smile. “And I intend to deliver the death blow to every single one of you pathetic sirens.”
Without waiting to hear another word from the woman's mouth, he brought the knife down, twisting it into her skin as the silver blood of a siren leaked out and as her cold eyes lost the life they had in them.
[Heights]: For all his boasting and bragging, Prussia seems like a guy who would be deadly afraid of heights. (I just wanted an excuse to write some Prumano.)
[Party Time]: More Prussia, because we all know Prussia would most likely do something like this and poor Germany would just facepalm and walk away.
[Sirens]: I don't even know...
Characters: Prussia, Romano
Challenge: 13- Spook
Bonus Words: bones, terror
Rating: PG
Summary: Prussia is scared of heights, something Romano didn't know.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
So, in hindsight, perhaps Romano should not have chosen to go on a Ferris wheel with Prussia. In hindsight, though, perhaps Prussia should have explained to Romano that he was afraid of heights. Then they wouldn't have gone on the Ferris wheel.
“Shut up and hold me!” Prussia exclaimed, gripping Romano all the tighter. The Italian could feel his bones practically breaking under Prussia's strong grasp. “I don't wanna die!”
Romano rolled his eyes, struggling to get out of the death hold he was in. “You're not gonna die, idiot!” he snapped. “It's just a Ferris wheel!”
Prussia whimpered. “We're all the way at the top, oh my god, Romano, I can't look, I'm gonna be sick.”
“If you're sick on me, I'll throw you out!” Romano snapped, suddenly regaining his strength and managing to somewhat loosen Prussia's hands from around his middle. “Seriously, calm down! We're-” Just as he was about to comfort his boyfriend with kind words and warm smiles (ha), the ride started moving again. And Prussia didn't have to hide his face in terror any longer. Rather, he looked embarrassed.
“So I'm still alive.”
“Nice observation, bastard.”
Title: Party Time
Characters: Germany, Prussia
Challenge: 13- Spook
Bonus Words: terror, pumpkin, bones
Rating: PG
Summary: Prussia decides to have a Halloween party at Germany's place.
Something was different. Germany instantly noticed it upon arriving home.
For one, there was a smashed pumpkin on his roof.
“Prussia!” he yelled, entering the house. Sadly enough, he wasn't completely shocked to find a large group of costume-clad nations milling about in his living room. And completely ignoring his calls. Typical.
“'Scuse me, pardon me,” he growled, pushing through the crowd of people. He quickly caught sight of the very nation he wanted to see.
“Prussia, stop hiding behind France.” Germany looked exasperated. “I can see you.”
France smiled nervously and stepped out of the way, leaving Prussia kneeling on the floor and shaking in terror. “Don't kill me, West!” he exclaimed. “I was just having this awesome Halloween party, and-”
“Send them home,” Germany mumbled. “I'm not in the mood for this. I've had a long day and I would really just like to go to bed.”
Prussia stood, brushing imaginary dirt off his pants and looking relieved that Germany hadn't snapped his bones in half. “I actually told most of them they could sleep over,” he explained. “They flew in from all over the world, just to attend my awesome party!”
Germany sighed. He really shouldn't have expected anything different.
“I'm sleeping in my car,” he decided.
Title: Sirens
Characters: England
Challenge: 13- Spook
Bonus Words: terror, bones
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Arthur only sleeps with the sirens to kill them himself.
Arthur stared at the woman in bed next to him, his sleepy eyes drooping but his mind refusing to go give in to his exhaustion. He didn't shag this woman for just any old reason. He certainly didn't do it because he trusted her. Far from it.
His hand reached under his pillow, fingers gripping the cold handle of his knife.
There was on purpose he had in inviting this woman to his bed. And he was going to gain that purpose.
He quickly brought the knife up and held it to the woman's exposed chest, just as her steel, blue eyes flung open. “Tough luck, love,” he drawled, a bitter smile coming to his face. “But I'm not just any pirate, you realize.”
The woman blinked before gathering a sense of her surroundings. Terror flooded her face. “Pl-Please release me!” she begged. “I meant nothing by sleeping with you, I promise!”
Arthur scoffed. “You're a siren,” he pointed out. “You meant everything by sleeping with me. I know of your kind. You wait until the man is in his own dream world before killing him. I've found men of such fate.” He paused. “Well, rather, I've found their bones. Point is, your kind deserves extermination.” His face contorted into a nasty smile. “And I intend to deliver the death blow to every single one of you pathetic sirens.”
Without waiting to hear another word from the woman's mouth, he brought the knife down, twisting it into her skin as the silver blood of a siren leaked out and as her cold eyes lost the life they had in them.
[Heights]: For all his boasting and bragging, Prussia seems like a guy who would be deadly afraid of heights. (I just wanted an excuse to write some Prumano.)
[Party Time]: More Prussia, because we all know Prussia would most likely do something like this and poor Germany would just facepalm and walk away.
[Sirens]: I don't even know...