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anonymous
November 13 2009, 17:51:13 UTC
A half hour later, Canada found his way out of the kitchen with a half eaten plate of lukewarm pizza rolly goodness.
"Guys! Guys! It was so amazing!" America and Poland looked up from where they were hooking up the Xbox 360. "I stuck my hand in the oven to get the pizza rolls, and it was warm inside! Then, when I pulled it out, it wasn't warm anymore!"
"Whoa...that is like, sooooo cool Canada! Ohmigosh, are those the pizza roll thingies? I want to try some." Poland got up and hurried over, taking some off the plate. "It's about time. I was like, sooooo hungry, and America ate all the popcorn."
Canada snickered and put the plate down on the table. America grabbed a controller and sat on the floor in front of him. When he reached for the plate of pizza rolls, Poland hit his hand.
"No freaking way! You already ate all the popcorn!" America snorted then giggled.
"No I didn't! You knocked it all over the floor, dumbass! It's down here." Poland blinked and leaned over, looking at the popcorn scattered around Canada's feet.
"Oh wow..." America giggled again because Poland looked hilarious with his nose practically to Canada's toes. "...Canada, you totally need a pedicure. Oh! Like, I can do it! I brought my stuff!"
Canada snickered then nodded. "Yeah, ok!" America leaned back so he was against Canada's legs and looked up at him, suddenly disinterested in his game.
"What about me?" Poland looked at him thoughtfully.
"Oh honey, it will take more than a pedicure to help you."
Germany sighed as he watched Denmark, Norway, Finland, and Sweden do their choreographed victory dance. On rollerskates. While singing "Dancing Queen."
He didn't feel like reminding them that just because they beat the team of France, England, Spain, and Belgium in the first round didn't mean they won the whole thing.
It may or may not have been because he was too busy trying to block out the image of Denmark in hotpants. He vaguely wondered if his brother was having any success.
Russia sighed as he pulled Prussia's arm. "I'm fairly certain that Canada's house is this way. This is America's house, da."
Prussia pulled his arm back and peered in the window again. "Are you sure you're sure?"
An alien's face suddenly appeared in the window in front of his. The three nations yelled and turned, running. North seemed like a good direction to go, after all.
Writernon has never been high before, but has plenty of friends who have been. I don't know what goes through their minds when they are high, but this is definitely what it comes off as to the one watching it
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anonymous
November 13 2009, 18:23:22 UTC
the World Disco Bowling Competition, was of course, America's idea in the first place, way back in the 70s (at that time, Russia was not invited). It was a little more stiff when it started, but if Germany's wearing aviator sunglasses and Japan's in an afro wig, you know he managed to get them to loosen up. XD
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anonymous
November 16 2009, 07:22:47 UTC
Germany sighed as he watched North Italy celebrate his first strike of the evening. He probably would have gotten more by now had he not been wearing those ridiculous tie-dye patterned platform heels.
Germany may have gotten more strikes himself had he not been constantly distracted by that fact that, for some reason (he blamed France), North Italy was also wearing a mini skirt with a gold hoop belt and a halter top.
"Ve~! Germany! Look! I got a strike!" Oh God. How could he jump like that in those shoes?
"So, do you really think this will make me look pretty?" Canada looked down over America's head, where he was putting his hair in little braids.
"Oh, yeah, definitely. Absolutely. Right, Poland?" Poland looked up from where he was finishing up Canada's pedicure.
"Totally! You look soooo cute like that! Oh! Oh! You know who is like, so pretty?" Canada raised a brow.
"Me?" Poland and America laughed.
"No! Well, you're cute, too, honey. But I totally meant Lithuania. He's, like, so adorable! Don't you think so?" Poland sighed and picked up a bottle of nail polish. "It's too bad he's so hung up on Belarus."
"Oh, really? Because I heard he was over that. She broke his hand again, and he figured out she didn't like him." America looked at the bowl in his hands. "Did I do this right? I mean...it's all...green." Poland glanced at it briefly before turning back to painting Canada's toenails.
"That's exactly what it's supposed to look like. Now, you just have to, like, spread it on your face. Your pores are totally screaming for it..." He pulled Canada's foot closer. "Stop that!"
Canada jumped a bit, yanking on America's hair as he did.
"Ow!"
"Sorry! It's cold!" Poland rolled his eyes then looked at America.
"Where did you hear that from? About Lithuania?" America frowned a bit as he poked at the green substance in the bowl. That had to go on his face?
"Uhm, I was talking to France, who heard it from Spain, who overheard Hungary telling Prussia that she heard it from Lithuania."
Canada glanced down at America again. "Did France mention anything about Prussia?"
Poland laughed a bit as he set down the bottle and started blowing on Canada's nails. "Someone's got a crush!"
Canada flushed a bright shade of red.
"Do not! I was just curious, since, you know, he's not allowed to come to the world meetings anymore."
America laughed and nodded. "Actually, he said that Prussia's been asking around about a certain North American beer-swilling hockey nut."
Poland snickered as he moved to the other side of America to start working on Canada's other foot.
"Hurry up and, like, put that on your face. You want to look good for Russia, don't you?"
America gasped and looked at Poland.
"How did you know?"
Prussia shoved Lithuania out of the way and looked in the window. Russia sighed as he leaned against the wall.
"What do you see?"
Prussia and Lithuania exchanged glances, then looked at him.
LMAO...at just...everything. They're all awesome from Italy in his skirt and heels (and Germany being distracted by said fact) the girly manly trio and their gossip session and the reaction from the peanut gallery out front. Poor Russia is probably wondering just how he let himself get dragged along for this.
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anonymous
November 18 2009, 06:33:22 UTC
America snickered as he dialed the number on the phone and held it to his ear, listening. Canada passed the joint over to Poland, and pulled out his checklist.
"What did he say?" America stuck his tongue out at him.
"It's a secret!" He giggled again as Poland reached over, grabbing the phone from him.
"It's, like, my turn!" He drew a card and frowned. "Aw man! It's a Speakerphone card!"
Canada kicked the side of his head from where he was sitting.
"Well, then hurry up and call!" Poland snickered as he finished off the joint, then picked up the phone, dialing the number.
"He's not at the beach." Canada marked off his card and his eyes widened.
"I know who it is! It's Dan! Dan, my man!" He grabbed the phone from Poland and dialed quickly.
"You're right, I really like you!" Canada squealed, then brought his hands up as Poland and America attacked him with their pillows.
Prussia's jaw dropped as he watched from his perch outside the window.
"It's like we're...watching a...a..." Lithuania looked up at him.
"A sexy train wreck?" Prussia nodded.
"Exactly." Russia pulled out a bottle from inside his jacket and took a long swig from it.
"I'm going in." Prussia and Lithuania's eyes widened as they reached over, pulling him down as he started to stand again.
"Are you crazy? Didn't you see what they had in that game pile? Ask Merlin! Pretty Pretty Princess! You'll end up getting a manicure, too! Did you see their faces?! They're green! Green!"
"Hold on! I heard something outside! Let me check what it is!" The three nations froze as they heard America's voice draw closer to the window, and pressed themselves against the wall as much as they could.
Germany sighed as he watched the scene with Italy in his lap. He had decided that it would be a good place to sit. ...Alright. He might have been the one to pull him there, but that was merely because everyone kept giving him lecherous stares when his back was turned!
He had always attributed the insanity that the competition seemed to descend into every year to America and Prussia. But, it seemed, he had been sorely mistaken. It was almost like the two nations had never attended World Disco Bowling in previous years.
But then what caused this? The only thing being served was soda and punch!
Belarus scowled as she looked at her hair in the mirror. She had spent hours ironing it straight, and it was starting to get wavy again! This was the worst competition ever.
What was the point of spiking the drinks to get her brother drunk, if he wasn't even there?!
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anonymous
November 18 2009, 10:51:46 UTC
...anon is seriously confused as to what is going on at the opening of the fic. ...is it a board game or something that I've never played before and that's why I don't understand? (I have no idea who dan is, or why they're calling people, etc etc... sorry, fail!anon is fail.)
but, but, MAJOR PROPS for the pretty pretty princess refrence. I f-ing LOVED that game.
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anonymous
November 18 2009, 23:19:25 UTC
No one was bowling anymore. The owners of the bowling alley were getting quite angry, but were still too afraid to approach the crazy people who had taken over their establishment. Germany supposed the cops would get called in.
Now that he was thinking about it, America was never really drunk at these things, and by now would have been separating England and France. Where were England and France?
He looked around and sighed when he found them. They had gotten into a fight, again. They were on the bowling lanes, and the wax had caused them to fall to the ground. That wasn't enough to stop them though. They kept flipping each other over as they gained ground against each other.
Germany just watched as they fought, rolling down the aisle, until they reached the pins, knocking them over and rolling down into the pit below.
"Ve~! They got a strike!"
Prussia had never known terror before this day. America had caught them, and if they thought his being high would be any help to their escape they were sorely mistaken.
He was less restrained than usual.
He didn't quite recall the details, but they somehow had been captured, and he and Russia were now sitting on the couch with their arms tied behind their backs.
He swallowed heavily as the three countries stared down at them, with their arms crossed. They had at least washed the green stuff off their faces, but America still had his hair in those ridiculous braids, and Poland had taken the crown out that Princess game to wear.
Lithuania, the traitor, was standing off to the side, watching, wearing the jewelry from the game. 'A small price to pay for freedom,' he had said.
Well, this mission was just a total failure.
"I think..." Canada spoke up finally, and Prussia swallowed, dreading the sentence about to be passed down on them, "...we should play another game."
Poland nodded his approval, and Prussia hung his head. They were going to die here tonight. He hadn't even thought to write a will before they left. What happened to his awesomeness? Was it so easily defeated?
"But, like, what game?"
America rubbed his chin in thought. "How about Truth or Dare?"
Poland nodded thoughtfully, but before he could confirm it, Lithuania spoke up.
"How about Spin the Bottle?" Oh God No. Prussia looked over at Russia, who was just sitting stoically. Or maybe that was boredom? How could he be so lax about this?
Thankfully, or maybe not, Canada decided to throw in his suggestion.
"Let's play 7 Minutes in Heaven!"
I would like to take this opportunity to open a mini-poll: Truth or Dare Spin the Bottle 7 Minutes in Heaven Something else completely
"Guys! Guys! It was so amazing!" America and Poland looked up from where they were hooking up the Xbox 360. "I stuck my hand in the oven to get the pizza rolls, and it was warm inside! Then, when I pulled it out, it wasn't warm anymore!"
"Whoa...that is like, sooooo cool Canada! Ohmigosh, are those the pizza roll thingies? I want to try some." Poland got up and hurried over, taking some off the plate. "It's about time. I was like, sooooo hungry, and America ate all the popcorn."
Canada snickered and put the plate down on the table. America grabbed a controller and sat on the floor in front of him. When he reached for the plate of pizza rolls, Poland hit his hand.
"No freaking way! You already ate all the popcorn!" America snorted then giggled.
"No I didn't! You knocked it all over the floor, dumbass! It's down here." Poland blinked and leaned over, looking at the popcorn scattered around Canada's feet.
"Oh wow..." America giggled again because Poland looked hilarious with his nose practically to Canada's toes. "...Canada, you totally need a pedicure. Oh! Like, I can do it! I brought my stuff!"
Canada snickered then nodded. "Yeah, ok!" America leaned back so he was against Canada's legs and looked up at him, suddenly disinterested in his game.
"What about me?" Poland looked at him thoughtfully.
"Oh honey, it will take more than a pedicure to help you."
Germany sighed as he watched Denmark, Norway, Finland, and Sweden do their choreographed victory dance. On rollerskates. While singing "Dancing Queen."
He didn't feel like reminding them that just because they beat the team of France, England, Spain, and Belgium in the first round didn't mean they won the whole thing.
It may or may not have been because he was too busy trying to block out the image of Denmark in hotpants. He vaguely wondered if his brother was having any success.
Russia sighed as he pulled Prussia's arm. "I'm fairly certain that Canada's house is this way. This is America's house, da."
Prussia pulled his arm back and peered in the window again. "Are you sure you're sure?"
An alien's face suddenly appeared in the window in front of his. The three nations yelled and turned, running. North seemed like a good direction to go, after all.
Writernon has never been high before, but has plenty of friends who have been. I don't know what goes through their minds when they are high, but this is definitely what it comes off as to the one watching it
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Germany may have gotten more strikes himself had he not been constantly distracted by that fact that, for some reason (he blamed France), North Italy was also wearing a mini skirt with a gold hoop belt and a halter top.
"Ve~! Germany! Look! I got a strike!" Oh God. How could he jump like that in those shoes?
"So, do you really think this will make me look pretty?" Canada looked down over America's head, where he was putting his hair in little braids.
"Oh, yeah, definitely. Absolutely. Right, Poland?" Poland looked up from where he was finishing up Canada's pedicure.
"Totally! You look soooo cute like that! Oh! Oh! You know who is like, so pretty?" Canada raised a brow.
"Me?" Poland and America laughed.
"No! Well, you're cute, too, honey. But I totally meant Lithuania. He's, like, so adorable! Don't you think so?" Poland sighed and picked up a bottle of nail polish. "It's too bad he's so hung up on Belarus."
"Oh, really? Because I heard he was over that. She broke his hand again, and he figured out she didn't like him." America looked at the bowl in his hands. "Did I do this right? I mean...it's all...green." Poland glanced at it briefly before turning back to painting Canada's toenails.
"That's exactly what it's supposed to look like. Now, you just have to, like, spread it on your face. Your pores are totally screaming for it..." He pulled Canada's foot closer. "Stop that!"
Canada jumped a bit, yanking on America's hair as he did.
"Ow!"
"Sorry! It's cold!" Poland rolled his eyes then looked at America.
"Where did you hear that from? About Lithuania?" America frowned a bit as he poked at the green substance in the bowl. That had to go on his face?
"Uhm, I was talking to France, who heard it from Spain, who overheard Hungary telling Prussia that she heard it from Lithuania."
Canada glanced down at America again. "Did France mention anything about Prussia?"
Poland laughed a bit as he set down the bottle and started blowing on Canada's nails. "Someone's got a crush!"
Canada flushed a bright shade of red.
"Do not! I was just curious, since, you know, he's not allowed to come to the world meetings anymore."
America laughed and nodded. "Actually, he said that Prussia's been asking around about a certain North American beer-swilling hockey nut."
Poland snickered as he moved to the other side of America to start working on Canada's other foot.
"Hurry up and, like, put that on your face. You want to look good for Russia, don't you?"
America gasped and looked at Poland.
"How did you know?"
Prussia shoved Lithuania out of the way and looked in the window. Russia sighed as he leaned against the wall.
"What do you see?"
Prussia and Lithuania exchanged glances, then looked at him.
"They're...they're chicks, bro."
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recaptcha:likemost artiest [seems something poland would say]
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More soon, please?
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So...much...awesome!
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Did you un/intentionally allude to Weird Al Yankovic D:
This story is TTLY MANRY
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It is, like, TTLY MANRY, isn't it? And it will only get moreso~
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"What did he say?" America stuck his tongue out at him.
"It's a secret!" He giggled again as Poland reached over, grabbing the phone from him.
"It's, like, my turn!" He drew a card and frowned. "Aw man! It's a Speakerphone card!"
Canada kicked the side of his head from where he was sitting.
"Well, then hurry up and call!" Poland snickered as he finished off the joint, then picked up the phone, dialing the number.
"He's not at the beach." Canada marked off his card and his eyes widened.
"I know who it is! It's Dan! Dan, my man!" He grabbed the phone from Poland and dialed quickly.
"You're right, I really like you!" Canada squealed, then brought his hands up as Poland and America attacked him with their pillows.
Prussia's jaw dropped as he watched from his perch outside the window.
"It's like we're...watching a...a..." Lithuania looked up at him.
"A sexy train wreck?" Prussia nodded.
"Exactly." Russia pulled out a bottle from inside his jacket and took a long swig from it.
"I'm going in." Prussia and Lithuania's eyes widened as they reached over, pulling him down as he started to stand again.
"Are you crazy? Didn't you see what they had in that game pile? Ask Merlin! Pretty Pretty Princess! You'll end up getting a manicure, too! Did you see their faces?! They're green! Green!"
"Hold on! I heard something outside! Let me check what it is!" The three nations froze as they heard America's voice draw closer to the window, and pressed themselves against the wall as much as they could.
Germany sighed as he watched the scene with Italy in his lap. He had decided that it would be a good place to sit. ...Alright. He might have been the one to pull him there, but that was merely because everyone kept giving him lecherous stares when his back was turned!
He had always attributed the insanity that the competition seemed to descend into every year to America and Prussia. But, it seemed, he had been sorely mistaken. It was almost like the two nations had never attended World Disco Bowling in previous years.
But then what caused this? The only thing being served was soda and punch!
Belarus scowled as she looked at her hair in the mirror. She had spent hours ironing it straight, and it was starting to get wavy again! This was the worst competition ever.
What was the point of spiking the drinks to get her brother drunk, if he wasn't even there?!
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but, but, MAJOR PROPS for the pretty pretty princess refrence. I f-ing LOVED that game.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVary7lyBq0
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God you're so right, Prussia. Sexiest train wreck ever. XD
Anon, keep this up and I might just have to ask for an address so I can mail you my soul.
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Now that he was thinking about it, America was never really drunk at these things, and by now would have been separating England and France. Where were England and France?
He looked around and sighed when he found them. They had gotten into a fight, again. They were on the bowling lanes, and the wax had caused them to fall to the ground. That wasn't enough to stop them though. They kept flipping each other over as they gained ground against each other.
Germany just watched as they fought, rolling down the aisle, until they reached the pins, knocking them over and rolling down into the pit below.
"Ve~! They got a strike!"
Prussia had never known terror before this day. America had caught them, and if they thought his being high would be any help to their escape they were sorely mistaken.
He was less restrained than usual.
He didn't quite recall the details, but they somehow had been captured, and he and Russia were now sitting on the couch with their arms tied behind their backs.
He swallowed heavily as the three countries stared down at them, with their arms crossed. They had at least washed the green stuff off their faces, but America still had his hair in those ridiculous braids, and Poland had taken the crown out that Princess game to wear.
Lithuania, the traitor, was standing off to the side, watching, wearing the jewelry from the game. 'A small price to pay for freedom,' he had said.
Well, this mission was just a total failure.
"I think..." Canada spoke up finally, and Prussia swallowed, dreading the sentence about to be passed down on them, "...we should play another game."
Poland nodded his approval, and Prussia hung his head. They were going to die here tonight. He hadn't even thought to write a will before they left. What happened to his awesomeness? Was it so easily defeated?
"But, like, what game?"
America rubbed his chin in thought. "How about Truth or Dare?"
Poland nodded thoughtfully, but before he could confirm it, Lithuania spoke up.
"How about Spin the Bottle?" Oh God No. Prussia looked over at Russia, who was just sitting stoically. Or maybe that was boredom? How could he be so lax about this?
Thankfully, or maybe not, Canada decided to throw in his suggestion.
"Let's play 7 Minutes in Heaven!"
I would like to take this opportunity to open a mini-poll:
Truth or Dare
Spin the Bottle
7 Minutes in Heaven
Something else completely
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