Guys, Greece Is Never Holding This Conference Again. Ever. [1c/?]
anonymous
February 14 2010, 16:54:52 UTC
Main conference room
09.33 a.m.
“Greece, don’t you know anything about this?”
“Ummm...” Greece contemplated his answer for a while. “No.”
On the table in front of France, England and Belarus were at the climax of their battle.
“Stay away from him, you snail!” Belarus screamed and pulled England’s hair so hard the man shrieked. “No one comes between me and my love! You hear me! No one! Includes you!”
England grapped the woman’s hand and made her let go of him. He straightened and yelled back. “Silence! You know nothing, you ignorant blockhead!”
“I thought he only called me that”, America noted quietly to no one in particular.
“No one is worthy of him if not me after all I’ve done”, England continued. “So you keep you filthy fingers away from my man, woman!”
“Shoot you, sucker”, Belarus hissed and stepped on the arm of France’s chair and crouched down to hug him. “He’s mine...”
England clenched his teeth furiously. “Get away from him right now, Belarus. I’m not going to ask again.”
Belarus tightened her grip of France who was trying hard not to look amused. “I’m not going to hand him over to someone like you, you stinking Brit. Go and eat your scones alone somewhere where no one finds you ever again”, she purred and pulled the Frenchman against her chest. “I’m going to make food for my love myself.”
France frowned to this but then England started glowing so he didn’t have time to comment.
Poison green fire had started dancing around England the moment Belarus declined to let go of France. “I warned you, twat”, he growled and his eyes were burning with anger. “From now on, regret your doings in the afterlife...”
France noticed it was time to do something. “Now now, dears, do not fight over me”, he smiled, enjoying all the undivided attention he had from England and Belarus as he spoke. But now it was time to come up with something that would stop the fighting. France said what was first in his mind. “I have enough l’amour for both of you.”
“Like I’m going to share you with someone like that!” both fighters shouted, pointing at each other.
Okay, that had been a bad idea.
“England”, America came beside them and tried to do something about the tension in the air. “Relax, what’s wrong with you? I know you have your issues that come up when you’re drunk but you’re not drunk now so... um... it’s just weird and−”
“Shut your mouth you hamburger brain and stop interfering”, England growled, wrinkling America’s shirt in his hand and effectively shutting him up. “Go to some dark corner where I can’t see you.”
Russia growled low in his throat at this and America stuttered indignantly, but England simply let got of him and turned his attention back to France who was still in the tight hold of Belarus. France seemed to be enjoying the situation whole-heartedly even though he had no idea what was going on.
Greece had an idea. He stared frowning to the window opposite him on the other side of the large room where the ancient Greek god was smiling smugly and giving him a thumbs-up.
Greece closed his eyes and shook his head. You’ve got to be kidding me...
Re: Guys, Greece Is Never Holding This Conference Again. Ever. [1c/?]
anonymous
February 15 2010, 04:01:47 UTC
ahahahhahahahahh!!!! I ROTFL like crazy when it registered in my mind that ENGLAND was fighting with BELARUS for FRANCE!! And it makes sense, the once-empire-with-scary-fairies-and-pirate-raiding-skills-England CAN be matched in a fight with Belarus.
And it's so like France to say he has enough love for both of them.
09.33 a.m.
“Greece, don’t you know anything about this?”
“Ummm...” Greece contemplated his answer for a while. “No.”
On the table in front of France, England and Belarus were at the climax of their battle.
“Stay away from him, you snail!” Belarus screamed and pulled England’s hair so hard the man shrieked. “No one comes between me and my love! You hear me! No one! Includes you!”
England grapped the woman’s hand and made her let go of him. He straightened and yelled back. “Silence! You know nothing, you ignorant blockhead!”
“I thought he only called me that”, America noted quietly to no one in particular.
“No one is worthy of him if not me after all I’ve done”, England continued. “So you keep you filthy fingers away from my man, woman!”
“Shoot you, sucker”, Belarus hissed and stepped on the arm of France’s chair and crouched down to hug him. “He’s mine...”
England clenched his teeth furiously. “Get away from him right now, Belarus. I’m not going to ask again.”
Belarus tightened her grip of France who was trying hard not to look amused. “I’m not going to hand him over to someone like you, you stinking Brit. Go and eat your scones alone somewhere where no one finds you ever again”, she purred and pulled the Frenchman against her chest. “I’m going to make food for my love myself.”
France frowned to this but then England started glowing so he didn’t have time to comment.
Poison green fire had started dancing around England the moment Belarus declined to let go of France. “I warned you, twat”, he growled and his eyes were burning with anger. “From now on, regret your doings in the afterlife...”
France noticed it was time to do something. “Now now, dears, do not fight over me”, he smiled, enjoying all the undivided attention he had from England and Belarus as he spoke. But now it was time to come up with something that would stop the fighting. France said what was first in his mind. “I have enough l’amour for both of you.”
“Like I’m going to share you with someone like that!” both fighters shouted, pointing at each other.
Okay, that had been a bad idea.
“England”, America came beside them and tried to do something about the tension in the air. “Relax, what’s wrong with you? I know you have your issues that come up when you’re drunk but you’re not drunk now so... um... it’s just weird and−”
“Shut your mouth you hamburger brain and stop interfering”, England growled, wrinkling America’s shirt in his hand and effectively shutting him up. “Go to some dark corner where I can’t see you.”
Russia growled low in his throat at this and America stuttered indignantly, but England simply let got of him and turned his attention back to France who was still in the tight hold of Belarus. France seemed to be enjoying the situation whole-heartedly even though he had no idea what was going on.
Greece had an idea. He stared frowning to the window opposite him on the other side of the large room where the ancient Greek god was smiling smugly and giving him a thumbs-up.
Greece closed his eyes and shook his head. You’ve got to be kidding me...
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TBC.
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Awaiting more~
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And it's so like France to say he has enough love for both of them.
:D :D :D
Not!OP anon is very happy. Thanks!
I look forward to whatever you have in store.
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