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.
“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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