Re: Hot n Cold (UsUk) [2a/3]
anonymous
December 13 2009, 18:30:56 UTC
England slammed the door shut behind him and leaned against it, breathing heavily. He let out a sigh of relief as he heard Romano’s footsteps and America’s segway paseds by. They were gone. It was over… But wait. Why was the music still playing? England turned around with the intention of trying to further investigate this mystery. Instead, he nearly died of shock, among other things.
Somehow or another, everyone had managed to get into the room and there was now a giant rave going on. The after a brief struggle the other nations had managed to pick him up. They began to pass him along up to the stage. He fought them at first but then he saw America.
“We used to be, Just like twins, So in sync.”
After the segway, he had thought that there was nothing else the American could possibly do to surprise him. He was wrong.
America was now standing on an impromptu stage (aka the conference table) wearing a sweater vest, tie, and button up shirt. His clothing was tight, almost as if it was made for a girl, and a good amount of the American’s midrift was showing. But that wasn’t all. England’s eyes traveled downward to… bloody hell, the wanker was wearing a mini-skirt. A really short, really hot mini-skirt. There was no other way to say it. The United States of America was dead sexy in a mini-skirt.
”The same energy, Now's a dead battery.”
Okay, now this was just too much, England thought, desperately fighting back a nosebleed. Not only was America wearing that… that… that amazingly wonderful and horribly awful miniskirt, but now he was pole dancing. Where had that pole even come from? England wasn’t sure if this was the best dream ever or a complete nightmare. As he was pushed up onto stage, he noticed America’s backup singers/dancers, France, Spain, Gilbert, all were wearing similar outfits. None of them held near as much…charm… as America’s and oh bloody hell America was advancing on him.
”Used to laugh, ’Bout nothing,”
America put his hands on England’s face, ignoring the Brits attempts to squirm away and smiled that sweetly seductive smile as he sang, his fingertips lightly trailing along England’s cheek, stopping under his chin and his face was being tilted upward and America opened his mouth and leaned closer and…
”Now your plain, Boring. I should know you're not gonna change”
The moment went absolutely nowhere as America pushed England backwards towards the Bad Touch Trio, who happily began to demonstrate how they got their name. The only reason England didn’t kill them all immediately was because he was too shell shocked from what almost had just happened.
“Cause you're hot then you're cold, You're yes then you're no, You're in and you're out, You're up and you're down”
America was dancing on the stage, looking sexier than ever. England half wished that he would bend over a bit more, but the other half was pretty pissed. The wanker needed to take some of his own advice, almost kissing him then pushing him away and singing to the crowd. Hot and cold indeed… Wait a minutes, why was he feeling a hand on…
Re: Hot n Cold (UsUk) [2b/3]
anonymous
December 13 2009, 18:35:45 UTC
“You're wrong when it's right. It's black and it's white. We fight, we break up. We kiss, we make up.”
“BLOODY HELL YOU FROG GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY ASS!” yelled the more-than-slightly-aroused-but-suddenly-let-down-and-now-trying-to-cope ball of proper British fury. Countries fell before his wrath. France would be getting out of the hospital in three days, if he was lucky. Antonio sensed “pirate mode” coming on so he backed off, and Prussia decided it would be a better idea to take advantage of the fact there were males all around him cross dressing. Arthur stalked towards the door unmolested by the remaining members of the bad Touch Trio, America’s voice echoing behind him
“You! You don't really want to stay, no. You! But you don't really want to go-oh.”
How appropriate, thought England as he stomped through the crowd, who parted before him like Moses and the Red Sea. He would have loved to stay there with America, but at the same time he didn’t. I mean, obviously the other man was (very) good looking and somewhat skilled at dancing, not to mention the fact that he had a fine ass, but that was all external. Anyone would be turned on by that. Prussia was probably onstage devouring the boy right now, and somehow, that annoyed the Englishman, more than anything that had happened so far. But that was just inane. It practically implied that he had feelings for the American… England shook his head, pushed away his feelings, and opened the door.
“You're hot then you're cold. You're yes then you're no. You're in and you're out. You're up and you're down.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wow, this part gave me trouble. *pouts* And I'm not entirely please with it, but whatever. Hopefully the last part will turn out better.
Also, thank you anons, for are your support and stalking of this fill! I'm so glad you've enjoyed it so far. =) Yes, there were no segways in this part, but next time... Next time... the segway shall return! Mwahahahahaha!
Somehow or another, everyone had managed to get into the room and there was now a giant rave going on. The after a brief struggle the other nations had managed to pick him up. They began to pass him along up to the stage. He fought them at first but then he saw America.
“We used to be, Just like twins, So in sync.”
After the segway, he had thought that there was nothing else the American could possibly do to surprise him. He was wrong.
America was now standing on an impromptu stage (aka the conference table) wearing a sweater vest, tie, and button up shirt. His clothing was tight, almost as if it was made for a girl, and a good amount of the American’s midrift was showing. But that wasn’t all. England’s eyes traveled downward to… bloody hell, the wanker was wearing a mini-skirt. A really short, really hot mini-skirt. There was no other way to say it. The United States of America was dead sexy in a mini-skirt.
”The same energy, Now's a dead battery.”
Okay, now this was just too much, England thought, desperately fighting back a nosebleed. Not only was America wearing that… that… that amazingly wonderful and horribly awful miniskirt, but now he was pole dancing. Where had that pole even come from? England wasn’t sure if this was the best dream ever or a complete nightmare. As he was pushed up onto stage, he noticed America’s backup singers/dancers, France, Spain, Gilbert, all were wearing similar outfits. None of them held near as much…charm… as America’s and oh bloody hell America was advancing on him.
”Used to laugh, ’Bout nothing,”
America put his hands on England’s face, ignoring the Brits attempts to squirm away and smiled that sweetly seductive smile as he sang, his fingertips lightly trailing along England’s cheek, stopping under his chin and his face was being tilted upward and America opened his mouth and leaned closer and…
”Now your plain, Boring. I should know you're not gonna change”
The moment went absolutely nowhere as America pushed England backwards towards the Bad Touch Trio, who happily began to demonstrate how they got their name. The only reason England didn’t kill them all immediately was because he was too shell shocked from what almost had just happened.
“Cause you're hot then you're cold, You're yes then you're no, You're in and you're out, You're up and you're down”
America was dancing on the stage, looking sexier than ever. England half wished that he would bend over a bit more, but the other half was pretty pissed. The wanker needed to take some of his own advice, almost kissing him then pushing him away and singing to the crowd. Hot and cold indeed… Wait a minutes, why was he feeling a hand on…
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“BLOODY HELL YOU FROG GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY ASS!” yelled the more-than-slightly-aroused-but-suddenly-let-down-and-now-trying-to-cope ball of proper British fury. Countries fell before his wrath. France would be getting out of the hospital in three days, if he was lucky. Antonio sensed “pirate mode” coming on so he backed off, and Prussia decided it would be a better idea to take advantage of the fact there were males all around him cross dressing. Arthur stalked towards the door unmolested by the remaining members of the bad Touch Trio, America’s voice echoing behind him
“You! You don't really want to stay, no. You! But you don't really want to go-oh.”
How appropriate, thought England as he stomped through the crowd, who parted before him like Moses and the Red Sea. He would have loved to stay there with America, but at the same time he didn’t. I mean, obviously the other man was (very) good looking and somewhat skilled at dancing, not to mention the fact that he had a fine ass, but that was all external. Anyone would be turned on by that. Prussia was probably onstage devouring the boy right now, and somehow, that annoyed the Englishman, more than anything that had happened so far. But that was just inane. It practically implied that he had feelings for the American… England shook his head, pushed away his feelings, and opened the door.
“You're hot then you're cold. You're yes then you're no. You're in and you're out. You're up and you're down.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wow, this part gave me trouble. *pouts* And I'm not entirely please with it, but whatever. Hopefully the last part will turn out better.
Also, thank you anons, for are your support and stalking of this fill! I'm so glad you've enjoyed it so far. =) Yes, there were no segways in this part, but next time... Next time... the segway shall return! Mwahahahahaha!
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8D
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very amusing, excited for the next part!!
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Colonel Mustang America is dead sexy in a miniskirt!
/waits patiently for the 3rd part :)
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Yay! The return of the segway XD
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Gosh anon, I love you so much for taking this prompt. Simply hilarious!
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