Let’s play a Love Game 1/?
anonymous
August 13 2009, 20:37:26 UTC
Sorry it's so short, I'll have the second part next week, I'm about to leave for a trip. My first fill, hope it doesn't suck TOO bad!
It was a typical summer day in Italy’s home-humid and sticky. All Italy wanted to do was lie down and try to keep cool. He had the fan blowing on his usual naked self, except for the red shorts Germany had given him. Next to him was a stereo, which he turned up to a reasonable volume…if his neighbors were partially deaf. America had given him a CD of music from his house.
“Seriously, Italy. This music’s the shit at my house. It’s off da hizza! Ya dig, son?!”
While Italy had absolutely NO clue what America meant by that, he had to admit, his music was very…interesting. Circuses, lollypops, being on boats…did Americans sing about everything? Italy loved listening to the other nations’ music collection. England had given him a copy of every single Beatles and Sex Pistols record they ever recorded, as well as the Polka songs he had found from his denying German friend (“Th-that was a long time ago! I-I don’t know what I was thinking back then!”). He even listened to some of Japan’s music, including that Voca-something. It was towards the end of a song about spinning someone right round that he had the urge to move. He started tapping his toes in the rhythm, then his entire foot. Next song, I’m so dancing, he thought. It may have been humid, but he couldn’t deny his urge to move and shake anymore. He hoped it wasn’t a slow song, like that one by Miley-someone (“They let anyone in America sing, too?! Man, those guys must have no restrictions there!”). It wasn’t though. He couldn’t hear the beat at first, just the lyrics:
Let’s have some fun this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick. Let’s have some fun this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.
Then, the music started to kick in, the stereo pulsing at every strong note. Italy stood up and started to move. It wasn’t much at first, just a rocking of the head, but then he started to get into the music. His hips swayed side to side, moving his arms in time with the beat. He moved like never before, slow at points, fast at points, rocking his hips and moving his body. Italy continued to move until sweat started to form along his hairline, that just made him want to burn more. He was doing dips, he was bending over in one way, then to move another way…who knew Italy could be so flexable? It wasn’t until the song was over until he saw that he had an audience.
Re: Let’s play a Love Game 1/?
anonymous
August 28 2009, 23:22:51 UTC
PFFFFT. Not-OP!anon laughed so hard (especially at the circuses and lollipops bit - oh Italy, why so innocent?) and really wants to know what happenssssss.
It was a typical summer day in Italy’s home-humid and sticky. All Italy wanted to do was lie down and try to keep cool. He had the fan blowing on his usual naked self, except for the red shorts Germany had given him. Next to him was a stereo, which he turned up to a reasonable volume…if his neighbors were partially deaf. America had given him a CD of music from his house.
“Seriously, Italy. This music’s the shit at my house. It’s off da hizza! Ya dig, son?!”
While Italy had absolutely NO clue what America meant by that, he had to admit, his music was very…interesting. Circuses, lollypops, being on boats…did Americans sing about everything? Italy loved listening to the other nations’ music collection. England had given him a copy of every single Beatles and Sex Pistols record they ever recorded, as well as the Polka songs he had found from his denying German friend (“Th-that was a long time ago! I-I don’t know what I was thinking back then!”). He even listened to some of Japan’s music, including that Voca-something. It was towards the end of a song about spinning someone right round that he had the urge to move. He started tapping his toes in the rhythm, then his entire foot. Next song, I’m so dancing, he thought. It may have been humid, but he couldn’t deny his urge to move and shake anymore. He hoped it wasn’t a slow song, like that one by Miley-someone (“They let anyone in America sing, too?! Man, those guys must have no restrictions there!”). It wasn’t though. He couldn’t hear the beat at first, just the lyrics:
Let’s have some fun this beat is sick.
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.
Let’s have some fun this beat is sick.
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.
Then, the music started to kick in, the stereo pulsing at every strong note. Italy stood up and started to move. It wasn’t much at first, just a rocking of the head, but then he started to get into the music. His hips swayed side to side, moving his arms in time with the beat. He moved like never before, slow at points, fast at points, rocking his hips and moving his body. Italy continued to move until sweat started to form along his hairline, that just made him want to burn more. He was doing dips, he was bending over in one way, then to move another way…who knew Italy could be so flexable? It wasn’t until the song was over until he saw that he had an audience.
It was Germany. And he was blushing.
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Fan-freaking-tastic, anon. xDDD
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