Re: Mona Lisa Stolen - France Flips (6of?)
anonymous
January 5 2010, 02:12:27 UTC
Meanwhile
“You think you could behave yourself for one hour, brother.” Germany complained as he and Prussia headed for the exit.
“The hell you blaming me for? It was that aristocrat’s fault.”
Germany sighed. It was long after they met up with those Austria and Hungary did Prussia almost instigated a fight “Whatever the reason,” he knew pursuing the matter would do no good, “we should go before any of this art gets destroyed.”
“Hey! Hey! Stop treating me like I’m a Philistine! Sheesh, you are such a nerd.”
Germany lifted one of his eyebrows. “Excuse me?” He dryly asked.
“You heard me. Here you are wanting to see these boring painting, geeking out over your childhood hero, and getting all fan boy about meeting his successor. Man!” Prussia shook head. “I know you can’t be as awesome as me, but do you have to be so freakin’ lame?”
Before Germany could administer a thorough verbal lashing at his older brother, a raged filled, manly screamed came from down the hallway. They both jerked their heads to see what beast made this noise. What this the cause of that early girly screaming?
“Is…that…” Germany trailed off finally seeing who it was.
“France?!” Prussia yelled at his old friend. “What’s happening?”
France skidded to a halt in front of them. “Where is he?!” He roared as if he didn’t knew Prussia and Germany. “Where is that dirty little thief?!” His howling resonating off the walls.
“Uuh…err…aah…” said both the very confused and very shocked Germany and Prussia.
“Argh!” France, deeming no information would come out of them, took off in his wild rampage. “I’ll get you!”
The two brothers uncomfortable stared at the feral France until a new voice caught their attention.
“Oh no! Was Mr. France down here?” The museum employee asked.
“Yes…” Germany said. “Did this thief…steal his clothes?”
“Clothes?”
“He’s buck naked!” Prussia shouted.
The museum employee mouth fell open; his face completely perplexed.. “W...why would France be naked?”
“That’s what I’m wondering….” Germany muttered.
Prussia shrugged and answered their question: “He’s France.”
Another round of screaming filled the halls, and the desperate museum employee ran towards the noise. “Ah! Mr. France, sir!”
Germany pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s leave, brother.”
Prussia nodded. “Nerd.”
In another part of the museum, Italy hid behind a pillar, shaking and shivering feverishly. “Ah, Brother France is so scary right now.” He said to himself. “I’ve never seen him this scary before. Ah! And he want to search everywhere on me! Scary…” He cried. “On top of that, I’m naked, which isn’t normally a problem, but I was very cold this morning, and that’s why I wore that coat, and then he had to go and rip it up and…” Italy stopped his babbling and tensed up. He felt hot breath on the back of his neck, and heard heavy breathing. More tears fell.
“It-at-llllllllllliiiiiieee”
“Waaaaaaaah!” and the chase began again, however, with no head start for Italy.
Through his tears, Italy saw they were approaching the end of an exhibit. He turned left, and hoped this would lead to the exit. Instead he saw a flock of nuns, who had the misfortune of arriving at that moment, filling the hallway.
“Eep!” The thought of going the opposite right barely crossed his mind as France almost grabbed him. “Aaah! Waah!” He charged forward. “I’m sorry, sisters!”
The nuns gasped and screamed as, not one, but two naked men pushed and rushed past them. They all blushed, some couldn’t even suppress their smiles, and crossed themselves.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before Italy’s low stamina caught up to him and his pace began to falter. France wasted no time to tackle him down.
“No, big brother!” Italy screamed as France pinned him down.
“Give it back!” His hand threatening.
“I don’t have it! Please don’t do that! Please! I’m still a virgin! I-”
“You think you could behave yourself for one hour, brother.” Germany complained as he and Prussia headed for the exit.
“The hell you blaming me for? It was that aristocrat’s fault.”
Germany sighed. It was long after they met up with those Austria and Hungary did Prussia almost instigated a fight “Whatever the reason,” he knew pursuing the matter would do no good, “we should go before any of this art gets destroyed.”
“Hey! Hey! Stop treating me like I’m a Philistine! Sheesh, you are such a nerd.”
Germany lifted one of his eyebrows. “Excuse me?” He dryly asked.
“You heard me. Here you are wanting to see these boring painting, geeking out over your childhood hero, and getting all fan boy about meeting his successor. Man!” Prussia shook head. “I know you can’t be as awesome as me, but do you have to be so freakin’ lame?”
Before Germany could administer a thorough verbal lashing at his older brother, a raged filled, manly screamed came from down the hallway. They both jerked their heads to see what beast made this noise. What this the cause of that early girly screaming?
“Is…that…” Germany trailed off finally seeing who it was.
“France?!” Prussia yelled at his old friend. “What’s happening?”
France skidded to a halt in front of them. “Where is he?!” He roared as if he didn’t knew Prussia and Germany. “Where is that dirty little thief?!” His howling resonating off the walls.
“Uuh…err…aah…” said both the very confused and very shocked Germany and Prussia.
“Argh!” France, deeming no information would come out of them, took off in his wild rampage. “I’ll get you!”
The two brothers uncomfortable stared at the feral France until a new voice caught their attention.
“Oh no! Was Mr. France down here?” The museum employee asked.
“Yes…” Germany said. “Did this thief…steal his clothes?”
“Clothes?”
“He’s buck naked!” Prussia shouted.
The museum employee mouth fell open; his face completely perplexed.. “W...why would France be naked?”
“That’s what I’m wondering….” Germany muttered.
Prussia shrugged and answered their question: “He’s France.”
Another round of screaming filled the halls, and the desperate museum employee ran towards the noise. “Ah! Mr. France, sir!”
Germany pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s leave, brother.”
Prussia nodded. “Nerd.”
In another part of the museum, Italy hid behind a pillar, shaking and shivering feverishly. “Ah, Brother France is so scary right now.” He said to himself. “I’ve never seen him this scary before. Ah! And he want to search everywhere on me! Scary…” He cried. “On top of that, I’m naked, which isn’t normally a problem, but I was very cold this morning, and that’s why I wore that coat, and then he had to go and rip it up and…” Italy stopped his babbling and tensed up. He felt hot breath on the back of his neck, and heard heavy breathing. More tears fell.
“It-at-llllllllllliiiiiieee”
“Waaaaaaaah!” and the chase began again, however, with no head start for Italy.
“You won’t escape, you filthy thief!”
“I didn’t steal it, brother! Honest!” Italy’s cries fell on deaf ears.
“Getyougetyougetyougetyou~” France chanted.
Through his tears, Italy saw they were approaching the end of an exhibit. He turned left, and hoped this would lead to the exit. Instead he saw a flock of nuns, who had the misfortune of arriving at that moment, filling the hallway.
“Eep!” The thought of going the opposite right barely crossed his mind as France almost grabbed him. “Aaah! Waah!” He charged forward. “I’m sorry, sisters!”
The nuns gasped and screamed as, not one, but two naked men pushed and rushed past them. They all blushed, some couldn’t even suppress their smiles, and crossed themselves.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before Italy’s low stamina caught up to him and his pace began to falter. France wasted no time to tackle him down.
“No, big brother!” Italy screamed as France pinned him down.
“Give it back!” His hand threatening.
“I don’t have it! Please don’t do that! Please! I’m still a virgin! I-”
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