Hot Springs Adventure (3/?)
anonymous
May 9 2011, 23:35:27 UTC
Ukraine let out a sigh of happiness as she eased herself into the women-only hot spring.
“Aahh, this warm water feels so good on my back,” she remarked, wiggling her shoulders. “It gets so stiff from my big boobs.” She looked down at herself sadly. “I wish I could get breast reduction surgery, but it’s too expensive.”
“I’d give anything to make mine bigger,” Liechtenstein replied. She sat up straighter and cupped her almost non-existent breasts. “People are always mistaking me for a boy - unless I wear a ribbon in my hair. But brother Switzerland says I should be happy with what God gave me.”
“He’s right,” Ukraine replied. “Large breasts are more trouble than they’re worth, believe me!” She cupped her boobs for emphasis. “Every man who talks to you is only interested in one thing!”
“Oh, that’s ridiculous,” Hungary huffed, folding her arms. “Not all men are drooling, boob-obsessed oafs.”
“They’re comparing titties!” Romano yelped breathlessly, eye glued to a small hole in the log fence dividing the male and female springs.
“They are?!” Italy exclaimed. He tried to push Romano aside. “Let me see!”
Romano shoved him under the water. “Sorry, fratello, this is for mature audiences only.”
“Cut out the horseplay and the peeping!” Germany shouted. “And keep both your hands where I can see them!”
Romano obliged by flipping him off. “You’re not the boss here, potato-head.”
Germany turned his attention to Japan. “Well? Say something, before he wanks off in the pool!”
Japan blushed. I would discipline Romano, but that would make me a hypocrite.
Prussia snorted in disgust. “A bunch of naked girls? Who would want that?”
America scooted away from him nervously. France, on the other hand, smirked and got closer.
“Hungary’s getting out of the water!” Romano said excitedly. Blood began to ooze from his nose. “I CAN SEE BUDAPEST!”
*CLANG*
Romano reeled backwards, a large bump appearing on his head. Hungary had leaned over the fence and brained him with her long-handled frying pan. Spain heaved a sigh and fished an unconscious Romano out of the water before he drowned.
“I told you,” Ukraine remarked as Hungary slid back into the hot spring. Hungary gave her the evil eye.
“Shut up.”
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Oh God,” England exclaimed, turning pale. “Suddenly I’ve come over all peculiar!”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Russia arrived at the spring, fresh from his shower. He looked around in puzzlement as the chatter ceased, except for one or two muttered curses.
“What’s the matter with you guys?” he asked.
There were a few mumbled responses as the other nations averted their eyes. Abruptly the awkward silence was broken by the sound of one country clapping.
Noticing that everyone was staring, Japan broke off and slid a little further down in the water, a delicate blush on his cheeks.
Russia shrugged and got into the water, pausing only to wonder why France was winking at him. The hot water was wonderful, bringing some much-needed warmth to his chilled bones. He relaxed, closing his eyes and tipping his head back a little.
Something splashed onto his forehead. Russia touched a hand to the wet spot and opened his eyes. He stared in puzzlement at the red liquid staining his fingers.
Above him, Belarus peered over the fence, blood dripping from her nose onto Russia’s head.
“Maaaarrriieeed…” she managed, before slithering to the ground from blood loss.
Re: Hot Springs Adventure (3/?)
anonymous
May 10 2011, 01:35:15 UTC
Oh god, Belarus nose bleeding from seeing her brothers junk!! So wrong and so funny at the same time and Japan admitting his peeping, lol. I love Romano and Italy spying on the girls!! And I really love the girls just having a real girls conversation, Ukraine acknowledging those giant boobies ^.^ Oh Lichtenstein... we've all been there.
Re: Hot Springs Adventure (3/?)
anonymous
May 10 2011, 02:31:13 UTC
I swear to god I am going to be laying in bed trying to sleep tonight hearing "slap slap slap" all night long and laughing like a maniac. This is pure gold anon.
“Aahh, this warm water feels so good on my back,” she remarked, wiggling her shoulders. “It gets so stiff from my big boobs.” She looked down at herself sadly. “I wish I could get breast reduction surgery, but it’s too expensive.”
“I’d give anything to make mine bigger,” Liechtenstein replied. She sat up straighter and cupped her almost non-existent breasts. “People are always mistaking me for a boy - unless I wear a ribbon in my hair. But brother Switzerland says I should be happy with what God gave me.”
“He’s right,” Ukraine replied. “Large breasts are more trouble than they’re worth, believe me!” She cupped her boobs for emphasis. “Every man who talks to you is only interested in one thing!”
“Oh, that’s ridiculous,” Hungary huffed, folding her arms. “Not all men are drooling, boob-obsessed oafs.”
“They’re comparing titties!” Romano yelped breathlessly, eye glued to a small hole in the log fence dividing the male and female springs.
“They are?!” Italy exclaimed. He tried to push Romano aside. “Let me see!”
Romano shoved him under the water. “Sorry, fratello, this is for mature audiences only.”
“Cut out the horseplay and the peeping!” Germany shouted. “And keep both your hands where I can see them!”
Romano obliged by flipping him off. “You’re not the boss here, potato-head.”
Germany turned his attention to Japan. “Well? Say something, before he wanks off in the pool!”
Japan blushed. I would discipline Romano, but that would make me a hypocrite.
Prussia snorted in disgust. “A bunch of naked girls? Who would want that?”
America scooted away from him nervously. France, on the other hand, smirked and got closer.
“Hungary’s getting out of the water!” Romano said excitedly. Blood began to ooze from his nose. “I CAN SEE BUDAPEST!”
*CLANG*
Romano reeled backwards, a large bump appearing on his head. Hungary had leaned over the fence and brained him with her long-handled frying pan. Spain heaved a sigh and fished an unconscious Romano out of the water before he drowned.
“I told you,” Ukraine remarked as Hungary slid back into the hot spring. Hungary gave her the evil eye.
“Shut up.”
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Oh God,” England exclaimed, turning pale. “Suddenly I’ve come over all peculiar!”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Russia arrived at the spring, fresh from his shower. He looked around in puzzlement as the chatter ceased, except for one or two muttered curses.
“What’s the matter with you guys?” he asked.
There were a few mumbled responses as the other nations averted their eyes. Abruptly the awkward silence was broken by the sound of one country clapping.
Noticing that everyone was staring, Japan broke off and slid a little further down in the water, a delicate blush on his cheeks.
Russia shrugged and got into the water, pausing only to wonder why France was winking at him. The hot water was wonderful, bringing some much-needed warmth to his chilled bones. He relaxed, closing his eyes and tipping his head back a little.
Something splashed onto his forehead. Russia touched a hand to the wet spot and opened his eyes. He stared in puzzlement at the red liquid staining his fingers.
Above him, Belarus peered over the fence, blood dripping from her nose onto Russia’s head.
“Maaaarrriieeed…” she managed, before slithering to the ground from blood loss.
Ukraine just sighed.
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pure. fucking. gold.
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Lets get married!
lol nice detail with the scarf. .. I wonder if someone will explain to Russia why everyone keeps gawking. His reaction would be great to see XD
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