It's not just a contest, it's srs business [2/?]
anonymous
November 10 2009, 06:44:43 UTC
"Someone sure is confident, da?"
Ivan, who was to Sadiq's right, chuckled with a somewhat malicious gleam in his eyes; juxtaposed with his almost constant happy expression.
Sadiq leaned back in his seat and turned his head towards Ivan with a grin, oblivious of Ivan's hidden malice. "How can I not be? Mor ve Ötesi's going to win for sure this year," his grin grew, but then he quickly added, "But that Dima Bilan wasn't bad. Did better than I thought he'd do."
Luckily, Antonio was seated next to Ivan, currently chatting mindlessly and endlessly to Ukraine who hesitantly nodded every now and then even though she had lost track of the conversation after the first minute, and was blissfully unaware of the menacing aura that Ivan started to let off.
With that unsettling smily still on his face, Ivan's eyes slightly narrowed and he let out another chuckle.
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch. You never know what could happen, ufu~"
Sadiq mentally cringed a bit when he realized that he had irked Ivan, but he wouldn't slam him in the head with that pipe of his in public... Would he?
... Best not to think about it.
The lights in the audience area dimmed and the lights blared as the host and hostess came on stage and announced that the votes were in. The crowd clapped, cheered, whistled and hollered with excitement at the news, but quickly went silent as the large screen on stage displayed the country names and the announcer from London who began to state the top 3.
Sadiq's grin grew at the first few results. For a bit, Greece and Turkey flipped flopped a bit for 1st until Turkey had the lead with 19 and Greeze with 17. Russia had only 6 points.
The sides of his mouth twitched a bit when the announcer for Ukraine said that they gave Russia 12 points, putting Russia right under Turkey. Wasn't expecting that... Ivan simply continued to grin, eyes gleaming.
The announcer from Germany began to list their voting results. Russia got the 7 points, putting them in first but Turkey got the 10 points and claimed first place again. Sadiq cheered and then stole a glance at Heracles, since Greece only had 17 points, and laughed heartily at the Grecian's furrowed brow and slightly apprehensive look. That earned him a light punch from Ludwig, but it was worth it.
Sadiq wasn't prepared for the German announcer to say that Greece won their 12 points. Heracles let out small sigh of relief and then smirked at Sadiq, whose grin faltered. They were tied at 29 points for first.
Sadiq couldn't help but shoot a quick glare not only at Heracles but at Ludwig as well.
Ludwig shot an irritated glare back. "Don't drag me into your argument. You know I don't decide the votes." He then sighed and leaned back in his chair. Germany still had 0 points. Even though Germany is considered one of the Big Four in this competition, it didn't look like they were going to win or even come close... Gilbert was probably going to complain for days about this. Ludwig sighed. He could already feel a headache coming on.
Estonia's results were next. Greece was awarded only 1 point, so it was still close between Turkey and Greece for first. Sadiq crossed his fingers hoping that Turkey would get the 8, 10 or 12 points.
... But Turkey didn't get any of the points. Russia got the 12 points putting it 7 points ahead of Greece and 8 points ahead of Turkey.
Sadiq and Greece, and probably many others in the stadium, cursed under their breaths. Ivan chuckled and his grin grew.
It's not just a contest, it's srs business [3/?]
anonymous
November 10 2009, 06:46:14 UTC
The next few voting announcements had Greece, Turkey and Russia constantly flipping over and under each other. The three tied several times, putting Heracles and Sadiq at the edge of their seat.
Sadiq didn't care about Russia anymore. At the moment, he just cared about beating Greece. Sadiq swore for the uptenth time. Everytime he felt that Turkey was finally going to stay ahead of Greece, Greece got the 12 or 10 points and climbed over to first.
As the announcements continued, Turkey slowly slipped below Russia and Greece to the point where it wasn't one of the top 3. Turkey still had a lot of points, but it had went from 1st, 2nd, 3rd place to 7th place. Russia ended up 1st with 272 points, Greece was 3rd with 218 points and Turkey was 7th with 138 points.
After the point Turkey began to slip farther and father below Greece and Russia, Sadiq simply stared at the screen, jaw agape. He was dumbfounded at the final results.
He lost to Greece. HE LOST TO RUSSIA.
Sadiq remained in his dumbfounded stupor and remained silent even after the show. Even after several nations waved their hands in front of his face, trying to get a reaction. Even after Heracles nabbed his wallet and took the money he won from the bet with a grin. Even after Ludwig had to pull him up from his seat and lead him out. Even during Francis', Arthur's and Feliks' loud ranting on how they only got 14 points as they walked out of the stadium.
He remained in his dumbfounded state until he felt a firm pat on his back and heard that damn giggle as the nations reached the parking lot.
"Too bad, Sadiq," Ivan said, chuckling once more. "I'm sure you'll have better luck next time, da? After all, Mor ve Ötesi aren't too bad, ufu~"
Sadiq twitched at the hidden taunt and whirled around to face Ivan with an accusing glare.
"Look, I lost. No need to rub it in."
He would not lose it. He would not say something stupid and end up feeling the wrath of Ivan's pipe. He would not-
Ivan's simple turned into a smirk. "See what happened when you got too confident?"
... Fuck it. Coma be damned.
Sadiq straightened up to his full height, though still slightly shorter than Ivan, and walked right up to him.
"There is no way you could've won without cheating, damn it," Sadiq hissed.
Ivan's eyes darkened and kept smirking. "Don't be a poor loser, da. I can't control the votes, you know it." Ivan chuckled again, sending shivers down Sadiq's spine.
By now, the other nations became aware of the quickly rising tensions.
"Like, $5 on Sadiq," Feliks grinned and nudged Francis.
"Mon Dieu! I've already lost a hundred because of these bets today," Francis sighed exaggeratedly. "But if you insist, $10 on dear Ivan."
Arthur swatted them both in the back on the head. "Are you both mad," he hissed. "If they fight, we'll all get in trouble."
It's not just a contest, it's srs business [4/?]
anonymous
November 10 2009, 23:23:55 UTC
A/N: Almost done I think...
Feliks grumbled something about Arthur being, like, completely totally uncool and went back to looking for his car.
Francis sighed. "Mon ami, do you honestly think we can do anything to stop Ivan? I just say Sadiq is a dead man if he continues this."
Sadiq and Ivan were still standing close, both glaring daggers and completely ignoring those trying to push them apart or talk them back to their senses. Well, they were mostly trying to talk to and move Sadiq... Unfortunately, the stronger nations in the group chose to keep their distance, standing by for when the fight got out of hand, so the nations trying to pull back Sadiq couldn't hold down the arm that lifted up nor stop the hand that jabbed Ivan square in the chest. The nations trying to hold back Sadiq immediately pulled back while the ones standing on the side got their betting money ready or tensed and prepared to stop the inevitable, bloody brawl.
Before Sadiq could jab the other in the chest again, a sturdy fist slammed him on the side of the head. Sadiq managed to keep standing, though he slightly staggered with blurred vision for a few seconds, and snapped back to his senses in time to barely dodge another punch.
Sadiq snarled and lunged forward to punch him back, but missed when Ivan simply took a step back, chuckling. Sadiq ducked lower after his lunge to avoid getting slammed in the head with Ivan's pipe.
"Oh my God! Someone call security!" "W-wait! There's no need! I swear, we can get this under control!" "Where'd he get that pipe from?" "KICK HIS ASS, SADIQ." "IF YOU'RE GOING TO FIGHT, DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE!"
The other nations were either trying to calm down panicking passerbys, screaming at the two fighters with anger or were cheering on the fight.
Heracles had lagged behind the group when exiting the stadium due to his slow, relaxed gait and because he had struck up small chats with other supporters of Greece. When he heard the screaming and shouting from the fight, he quickened his pace and growled with lustration when he saw that it was Sadiq and Ivan causing the ruckus.
It's not just a contest, it's srs business [5/6]
anonymous
November 11 2009, 00:03:35 UTC
He thought of just leaving Sadiq, since he probably had it coming due to acting like a poor sport towards the wrong person. However, when he saw Ivan get hit, with his pipe, on Sadiq's arm, he felt a slight twinge of worry. Well, they were rivals, but they usually just competed, fought over things and had simple brawls that could only result in a few scrapes, bruises and maybe a sprained wrist or ankle, but Heracles didn't want to see Sadiq smashed to a bloody pulp by Russia of all people.
He pushed through the surrounding onlookers and to everyone's surprise, and even to his own, he gripped Sadiq's good arm and quickly dragged him away from the fight, despite many complaints and whines.
Sadiq had managed to get kicked on one leg and pipe'd on his left arm, so he was busy trying to limp fast enough to keep up with Heracles and he couldn't release his arm from Heracles' grip with just one arm. So instead, he just swore at him.
He was dragged to the far back of the parking lot, away from everybody else, and then the grip on his wrist was finally loosened.
Sadiq kneeled slightly, with difficulty due to his hurt leg, trying to catch his breath. Heracles just stood there, hand still on the other man's wrist, looking around to see if there were people around.
After Sadiq caught his breath, he tore his arm from the other's grip.
"What the hell, Heracles? I don't need your help, damn it!"
He cursed and held his injured arm.
'Fucking Russian probably fractured something,' he thought bitterly as he gingerly held his left arm.
Heracles sighed. "There's no need to break bones over a contest."
"You idiot," Sadiq snapped back. "I was fighting him because he was a cheating bastard! He started the fight anyway-"
"Are you sure you're older than me? You're acting like a bratty kid."
Heracles deftly avoided a swift kick to the butt from Sadiq.
"Shut it! Anyway, Mor ve Ötesi did just as good, and maybe even better, than Kalomira," Sadiq huffed as limped over to a nearby car curb stop and sat, swearing when his leg painfully opposed the action. "No idea how we got 7th friggen place..."
Sadiq pulled down his hood further over his face and began to swear under his breath.
Heracles hesitantly took a seat next to the Turkish man, letting down his guard a bit when he saw that he wasn't in the mood to shove him away, though he could easily beat Sadiq right now.
It's not just a contest, it's srs business [6/6]
anonymous
November 11 2009, 00:25:29 UTC
"Well... 7th isn't too bad. I got 7th place last year, but it wasn't that bad..."
"Yeah, well, that's just you. Should've been the same way that year," Sadiq said with a laugh while Heracles sighed. "At least Russia didn't cheat that year. Their song wasn't as bad as this year's."
"You're so stubborn... He won this year and that's that."
"Tch, he probably used that devil of a sister to scare the announcers in givin' him a few extra points..."
"It wouldn't work."
"And how would you know? Did ya try to cheat yoruself? Wouldn't be surprised since you got 3rd this year-"
"People don't beat you just because they cheat."
Heracles let out another frustrated sigh. He could be so stubborn, but at least he calmed down a bit.
Sadiq snickered and gave the Grecian a light punch on the arm.
"So, how many people did ya have to sleep with this year to get within the top 10?"
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A/N: HUZZAH! MY FIRST FILL! Fuck homework! 8D; Sorry for the cut off ending. e.e; I wasn't able to fulfill the second bonus, because I listened to Russia's song and some of the others and I personally think that Russia shouldn't have gotten 1st place. :c *dodges bricks and rocks*
Ivan, who was to Sadiq's right, chuckled with a somewhat malicious gleam in his eyes; juxtaposed with his almost constant happy expression.
Sadiq leaned back in his seat and turned his head towards Ivan with a grin, oblivious of Ivan's hidden malice. "How can I not be? Mor ve Ötesi's going to win for sure this year," his grin grew, but then he quickly added, "But that Dima Bilan wasn't bad. Did better than I thought he'd do."
Luckily, Antonio was seated next to Ivan, currently chatting mindlessly and endlessly to Ukraine who hesitantly nodded every now and then even though she had lost track of the conversation after the first minute, and was blissfully unaware of the menacing aura that Ivan started to let off.
With that unsettling smily still on his face, Ivan's eyes slightly narrowed and he let out another chuckle.
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch. You never know what could happen, ufu~"
Sadiq mentally cringed a bit when he realized that he had irked Ivan, but he wouldn't slam him in the head with that pipe of his in public... Would he?
... Best not to think about it.
The lights in the audience area dimmed and the lights blared as the host and hostess came on stage and announced that the votes were in. The crowd clapped, cheered, whistled and hollered with excitement at the news, but quickly went silent as the large screen on stage displayed the country names and the announcer from London who began to state the top 3.
Sadiq's grin grew at the first few results. For a bit, Greece and Turkey flipped flopped a bit for 1st until Turkey had the lead with 19 and Greeze with 17. Russia had only 6 points.
The sides of his mouth twitched a bit when the announcer for Ukraine said that they gave Russia 12 points, putting Russia right under Turkey. Wasn't expecting that... Ivan simply continued to grin, eyes gleaming.
The announcer from Germany began to list their voting results. Russia got the 7 points, putting them in first but Turkey got the 10 points and claimed first place again. Sadiq cheered and then stole a glance at Heracles, since Greece only had 17 points, and laughed heartily at the Grecian's furrowed brow and slightly apprehensive look. That earned him a light punch from Ludwig, but it was worth it.
Sadiq wasn't prepared for the German announcer to say that Greece won their 12 points. Heracles let out small sigh of relief and then smirked at Sadiq, whose grin faltered. They were tied at 29 points for first.
Sadiq couldn't help but shoot a quick glare not only at Heracles but at Ludwig as well.
Ludwig shot an irritated glare back. "Don't drag me into your argument. You know I don't decide the votes."
He then sighed and leaned back in his chair. Germany still had 0 points. Even though Germany is considered one of the Big Four in this competition, it didn't look like they were going to win or even come close... Gilbert was probably going to complain for days about this. Ludwig sighed. He could already feel a headache coming on.
Estonia's results were next. Greece was awarded only 1 point, so it was still close between Turkey and Greece for first. Sadiq crossed his fingers hoping that Turkey would get the 8, 10 or 12 points.
... But Turkey didn't get any of the points. Russia got the 12 points putting it 7 points ahead of Greece and 8 points ahead of Turkey.
Sadiq and Greece, and probably many others in the stadium, cursed under their breaths. Ivan chuckled and his grin grew.
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Sadiq didn't care about Russia anymore. At the moment, he just cared about beating Greece. Sadiq swore for the uptenth time. Everytime he felt that Turkey was finally going to stay ahead of Greece, Greece got the 12 or 10 points and climbed over to first.
As the announcements continued, Turkey slowly slipped below Russia and Greece to the point where it wasn't one of the top 3. Turkey still had a lot of points, but it had went from 1st, 2nd, 3rd place to 7th place. Russia ended up 1st with 272 points, Greece was 3rd with 218 points and Turkey was 7th with 138 points.
After the point Turkey began to slip farther and father below Greece and Russia, Sadiq simply stared at the screen, jaw agape. He was dumbfounded at the final results.
He lost to Greece. HE LOST TO RUSSIA.
Sadiq remained in his dumbfounded stupor and remained silent even after the show. Even after several nations waved their hands in front of his face, trying to get a reaction. Even after Heracles nabbed his wallet and took the money he won from the bet with a grin. Even after Ludwig had to pull him up from his seat and lead him out. Even during Francis', Arthur's and Feliks' loud ranting on how they only got 14 points as they walked out of the stadium.
He remained in his dumbfounded state until he felt a firm pat on his back and heard that damn giggle as the nations reached the parking lot.
"Too bad, Sadiq," Ivan said, chuckling once more. "I'm sure you'll have better luck next time, da? After all, Mor ve Ötesi aren't too bad, ufu~"
Sadiq twitched at the hidden taunt and whirled around to face Ivan with an accusing glare.
"Look, I lost. No need to rub it in."
He would not lose it. He would not say something stupid and end up feeling the wrath of Ivan's pipe. He would not-
Ivan's simple turned into a smirk. "See what happened when you got too confident?"
... Fuck it. Coma be damned.
Sadiq straightened up to his full height, though still slightly shorter than Ivan, and walked right up to him.
"There is no way you could've won without cheating, damn it," Sadiq hissed.
Ivan's eyes darkened and kept smirking. "Don't be a poor loser, da. I can't control the votes, you know it." Ivan chuckled again, sending shivers down Sadiq's spine.
By now, the other nations became aware of the quickly rising tensions.
"Like, $5 on Sadiq," Feliks grinned and nudged Francis.
"Mon Dieu! I've already lost a hundred because of these bets today," Francis sighed exaggeratedly. "But if you insist, $10 on dear Ivan."
Arthur swatted them both in the back on the head. "Are you both mad," he hissed. "If they fight, we'll all get in trouble."
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Feliks grumbled something about Arthur being, like, completely totally uncool and went back to looking for his car.
Francis sighed. "Mon ami, do you honestly think we can do anything to stop Ivan? I just say Sadiq is a dead man if he continues this."
Sadiq and Ivan were still standing close, both glaring daggers and completely ignoring those trying to push them apart or talk them back to their senses. Well, they were mostly trying to talk to and move Sadiq... Unfortunately, the stronger nations in the group chose to keep their distance, standing by for when the fight got out of hand, so the nations trying to pull back Sadiq couldn't hold down the arm that lifted up nor stop the hand that jabbed Ivan square in the chest. The nations trying to hold back Sadiq immediately pulled back while the ones standing on the side got their betting money ready or tensed and prepared to stop the inevitable, bloody brawl.
"There-"
jab
"is no way-"
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"that amateur-"
jab
"could've-"
jab
"wo-"
Before Sadiq could jab the other in the chest again, a sturdy fist slammed him on the side of the head. Sadiq managed to keep standing, though he slightly staggered with blurred vision for a few seconds, and snapped back to his senses in time to barely dodge another punch.
Sadiq snarled and lunged forward to punch him back, but missed when Ivan simply took a step back,
chuckling. Sadiq ducked lower after his lunge to avoid getting slammed in the head with Ivan's pipe.
"Oh my God! Someone call security!"
"W-wait! There's no need! I swear, we can get this under control!"
"Where'd he get that pipe from?"
"KICK HIS ASS, SADIQ."
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO FIGHT, DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE!"
The other nations were either trying to calm down panicking passerbys, screaming at the two fighters with anger or were cheering on the fight.
Heracles had lagged behind the group when exiting the stadium due to his slow, relaxed gait and because he had struck up small chats with other supporters of Greece. When he heard the screaming and shouting from the fight, he quickened his pace and growled with lustration when he saw that it was Sadiq and Ivan causing the ruckus.
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I wrote 'lustation' instead of 'frustration'. 8'D Ignore that silly typo~
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He pushed through the surrounding onlookers and to everyone's surprise, and even to his own, he gripped Sadiq's good arm and quickly dragged him away from the fight, despite many complaints and whines.
Sadiq had managed to get kicked on one leg and pipe'd on his left arm, so he was busy trying to limp fast enough to keep up with Heracles and he couldn't release his arm from Heracles' grip with just one arm. So instead, he just swore at him.
He was dragged to the far back of the parking lot, away from everybody else, and then the grip on his wrist was finally loosened.
Sadiq kneeled slightly, with difficulty due to his hurt leg, trying to catch his breath. Heracles just stood there, hand still on the other man's wrist, looking around to see if there were people around.
After Sadiq caught his breath, he tore his arm from the other's grip.
"What the hell, Heracles? I don't need your help, damn it!"
He cursed and held his injured arm.
'Fucking Russian probably fractured something,' he thought bitterly as he gingerly held his left arm.
Heracles sighed. "There's no need to break bones over a contest."
"You idiot," Sadiq snapped back. "I was fighting him because he was a cheating bastard! He started the fight anyway-"
"Are you sure you're older than me? You're acting like a bratty kid."
Heracles deftly avoided a swift kick to the butt from Sadiq.
"Shut it! Anyway, Mor ve Ötesi did just as good, and maybe even better, than Kalomira," Sadiq huffed as limped over to a nearby car curb stop and sat, swearing when his leg painfully opposed the action.
"No idea how we got 7th friggen place..."
Sadiq pulled down his hood further over his face and began to swear under his breath.
Heracles hesitantly took a seat next to the Turkish man, letting down his guard a bit when he saw that he wasn't in the mood to shove him away, though he could easily beat Sadiq right now.
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"Yeah, well, that's just you. Should've been the same way that year," Sadiq said with a laugh while Heracles sighed. "At least Russia didn't cheat that year. Their song wasn't as bad as this year's."
"You're so stubborn... He won this year and that's that."
"Tch, he probably used that devil of a sister to scare the announcers in givin' him a few extra points..."
"It wouldn't work."
"And how would you know? Did ya try to cheat yoruself? Wouldn't be surprised since you got 3rd this year-"
"People don't beat you just because they cheat."
Heracles let out another frustrated sigh. He could be so stubborn, but at least he calmed down a bit.
Sadiq snickered and gave the Grecian a light punch on the arm.
"So, how many people did ya have to sleep with this year to get within the top 10?"
~End~
A/N: HUZZAH! MY FIRST FILL! Fuck homework! 8D; Sorry for the cut off ending. e.e; I wasn't able to fulfill the second bonus, because I listened to Russia's song and some of the others and I personally think that Russia shouldn't have gotten 1st place. :c *dodges bricks and rocks*
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this was awesome. loved that Greece was the one to come to the rescue ♥
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ANON, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! I'M LOVING THIS LIKE WHOA<3!
OH SADIQ, BE NICER TO HERACLES, WON'T YOU? ;3; HE SAVED YO' ASS FROM CRAZY RUSSIAN!
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Ivan's SMILE turned into a smirk.
I'm sure there's a lot more. xD;;;
Also just wanted to list the names incase people get confused-
Sadiq: Turkey
Heracles: Greece
Ivan: Russia
Ludwig: Germany
Feliks: Poland
Francis: France
Arthur: England
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