Guys, Greece Is Never Holding This Conference Again. Ever. [2b/?]
anonymous
February 15 2010, 16:08:11 UTC
Sweden retreated from the kiss, but stayed near Denmark’s face holding the other’s cheek under his palm. Then he answered the question. “B’caus’ I lov’ ya.”
”Whoah”, Denmark said and stared to his northern neighbour. “...Whoah...”
Norway stared at them for a while and then turned back to stare at the table in front of him. “Whatever was bothering England and Belarus, it’s infectious.”
“Well”, Denmark commented as Sweden climbed on his lap and hugged him. “I ain’t complaining.”
Estonia looked at Finland. “Shouldn’t you be jealous?”
Finland turned away from his video camera to look at his friend. “Why?”
“Finland, stop recording private moments”, Iceland ordered, staring pointedly to the window.
“You call that private?” Norway asked dryly and looked at Sweden sitting in Denmark’s lap and kissing his forehead and temples softly. Then he glared. “But you really don’t have to record it.”
Japan quickly hid his device, but Hungary and Finland didn’t show any sign of switching off their cameras.
Germany coughed. “Yeah, but we should continue now, so would you Denmark...”
“Okay, okay. Sve, look I love you too, but let go for a moment, won’t you”, Denmark tried to push Sweden away, but was instantly cluthed against the other’s chest.
“Don’ leave me”, Sweden mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Huh?” Denmark said and Prussia started laughing.
Over his laughter Greece heard another sound of a string and this time he managed to see where it hit. He immediately saw a change in that person’s eyes as they locked over the table.
“Really, Sve, you can let go”, Denmark tried. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Sweden only tightened his grip.
“Fin, help me!” Denmark pleaded and reached for the nation.
Finland tilted his head. “Why me?”
“You’re his wife?”
“Not you too!”
“No really please do something, he’s humming Roxette in my ear and it’s scary, come on and help me, won’t you!”
Suddenly a loud gasp silenced the table, including Denmark’s panicked speech. Every one (except Sweden) turned to look at the Mediterranean part of the table.
“Um... Brother?” asked Italy, received no reaction.
Romano was standing on the table, eyes locked to one address. He walked over the table and kneeled in front of his chosen one.
“You know what?” he asked blushing and took the hand of the other one. “You’re fucking great. Marry me.”
Guys, Greece Is Never Holding This Conference Again. Ever. [2c/?]
anonymous
February 15 2010, 16:14:22 UTC
“Huh?” Seychelles answered and stared at the South Italian brother in front of her.
“You’re gorgeous”, Romano explained and clasped the girl’s other hand too. “Really. I know it sounds weird−”
“It certainly does”, Spain noted behind him.
“You shut up there!” Romano shouted behind his shoulder. Then he turned back to face Seychelles who was blushing with the colour of Prussia’s eyes. “It sounds weird. But you really have... fucking everything I can ask for. So marry me. I’ll let you eat tomatoes every day.”
“Is that called romantic in Italy?” Russia asked happily. He was enjoying this meeting.
“Don’t interrupt when I’m talking to my chosen one!” Romano snapped and then shut up as he realised just who he was shouting at.
Russia smiled and waved his hand. “Please don’t mind me. Continue by all means.”
Romano didn’t need to be told twice. He clutched Seychelles’ hands against his chest. “Seychelles. You can have all my tomatoes. And Sicily. And my vital regions-“
Seychelles blushed.
“-Everything I can give. Just be mine dammit!”
Seychelles smiled. “I’ll think about it.”
“Honestly!?” Romano gasped. “Okay, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll even conquer that French bastard for you if you want!”
France laughed. “This is getting more and more interesting.”
Seychelles continued smiling. “You’ll do anything I want?”
“Fuck yes!”
“Good. Then let go of my hands, go sit on your chair and wait there until I order otherwise.”
Romano stared at her silently for a moment and then obeyed, receiving a loud applause for good performance from Prussia, France, Korea, Hungary and Australia. For some unknown reason Hong Kong was clapping too, although he didn’t cheer.
“Silence!” shouted Germany over all the voices and started pointing at nations one at a time. “Denmark! Get Sweden to his own chair! Finland, stop recording already! Hungary! You too! Prussia! Stop laughing! Japan, stop taking notes of this! Egypt, would you stop looking like nothing has happened? And Greece! What the fuck is going on!?”
Greece stared to the window past Germany where Eros was doing a victory dance to himself. “How should I know?”
Entrance hall
11.09. a.m.
England hit his forehead to the marble wall. What should he do? That damned Belarus could find the bird anytime. He had to think. Think, England, dammit! A red dove... there had to be a red dove somewhere. Dear France wouldn’t have sent him to look for something that didn’t exist. There was no way France would fool him that way. He just had to think.
“Calm down, England”, he mumbled to himself. France was on his side. He had to have an advantage in this...
England stopped dead.
“Of course!”
-- Next time: Turkey is dramatic, America has issues and Belarus harasses a pet shop owner. TBC.
”Whoah”, Denmark said and stared to his northern neighbour. “...Whoah...”
Norway stared at them for a while and then turned back to stare at the table in front of him. “Whatever was bothering England and Belarus, it’s infectious.”
“Well”, Denmark commented as Sweden climbed on his lap and hugged him. “I ain’t complaining.”
Estonia looked at Finland. “Shouldn’t you be jealous?”
Finland turned away from his video camera to look at his friend. “Why?”
“Finland, stop recording private moments”, Iceland ordered, staring pointedly to the window.
“You call that private?” Norway asked dryly and looked at Sweden sitting in Denmark’s lap and kissing his forehead and temples softly. Then he glared. “But you really don’t have to record it.”
Japan quickly hid his device, but Hungary and Finland didn’t show any sign of switching off their cameras.
Germany coughed. “Yeah, but we should continue now, so would you Denmark...”
“Okay, okay. Sve, look I love you too, but let go for a moment, won’t you”, Denmark tried to push Sweden away, but was instantly cluthed against the other’s chest.
“Don’ leave me”, Sweden mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Huh?” Denmark said and Prussia started laughing.
Over his laughter Greece heard another sound of a string and this time he managed to see where it hit. He immediately saw a change in that person’s eyes as they locked over the table.
“Really, Sve, you can let go”, Denmark tried. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Sweden only tightened his grip.
“Fin, help me!” Denmark pleaded and reached for the nation.
Finland tilted his head. “Why me?”
“You’re his wife?”
“Not you too!”
“No really please do something, he’s humming Roxette in my ear and it’s scary, come on and help me, won’t you!”
Suddenly a loud gasp silenced the table, including Denmark’s panicked speech. Every one (except Sweden) turned to look at the Mediterranean part of the table.
“Um... Brother?” asked Italy, received no reaction.
Romano was standing on the table, eyes locked to one address. He walked over the table and kneeled in front of his chosen one.
“You know what?” he asked blushing and took the hand of the other one. “You’re fucking great. Marry me.”
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“You’re gorgeous”, Romano explained and clasped the girl’s other hand too. “Really. I know it sounds weird−”
“It certainly does”, Spain noted behind him.
“You shut up there!” Romano shouted behind his shoulder. Then he turned back to face Seychelles who was blushing with the colour of Prussia’s eyes. “It sounds weird. But you really have... fucking everything I can ask for. So marry me. I’ll let you eat tomatoes every day.”
“Is that called romantic in Italy?” Russia asked happily. He was enjoying this meeting.
“Don’t interrupt when I’m talking to my chosen one!” Romano snapped and then shut up as he realised just who he was shouting at.
Russia smiled and waved his hand. “Please don’t mind me. Continue by all means.”
Romano didn’t need to be told twice. He clutched Seychelles’ hands against his chest. “Seychelles. You can have all my tomatoes. And Sicily. And my vital regions-“
Seychelles blushed.
“-Everything I can give. Just be mine dammit!”
Seychelles smiled. “I’ll think about it.”
“Honestly!?” Romano gasped. “Okay, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll even conquer that French bastard for you if you want!”
France laughed. “This is getting more and more interesting.”
Seychelles continued smiling. “You’ll do anything I want?”
“Fuck yes!”
“Good. Then let go of my hands, go sit on your chair and wait there until I order otherwise.”
Romano stared at her silently for a moment and then obeyed, receiving a loud applause for good performance from Prussia, France, Korea, Hungary and Australia. For some unknown reason Hong Kong was clapping too, although he didn’t cheer.
“Silence!” shouted Germany over all the voices and started pointing at nations one at a time. “Denmark! Get Sweden to his own chair! Finland, stop recording already! Hungary! You too! Prussia! Stop laughing! Japan, stop taking notes of this! Egypt, would you stop looking like nothing has happened? And Greece! What the fuck is going on!?”
Greece stared to the window past Germany where Eros was doing a victory dance to himself. “How should I know?”
Entrance hall
11.09. a.m.
England hit his forehead to the marble wall. What should he do? That damned Belarus could find the bird anytime. He had to think. Think, England, dammit! A red dove... there had to be a red dove somewhere. Dear France wouldn’t have sent him to look for something that didn’t exist. There was no way France would fool him that way. He just had to think.
“Calm down, England”, he mumbled to himself. France was on his side. He had to have an advantage in this...
England stopped dead.
“Of course!”
--
Next time: Turkey is dramatic, America has issues and Belarus harasses a pet shop owner.
TBC.
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