Pop 'n Lock Revolution [1/1]
anonymous
March 10 2009, 07:44:44 UTC
Anon has this interesting reaction of always laughing at Rain. ALWAYS. Especially when he's decked out in bling and acting ghetto. But anon hopes this satisfies the prompt a smidgeon at least? |3 Also, apologies for any illiteracy inaccuracies and the fail!ending. Anon lost track of the point midway. OTL
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China found him in the middle of the empty street, dressed in a mottled medley of greys, greens and black--something similar to what America occasionally wore whenever his boss felt insecure... but not quite.
The pants were too clean (too new) for one, and the older nation was pretty sure that the black top was stretching tighter than any of America's standard-issued shirts would have for whatever practical purpose. Then there were those large, rhinestone studded shades that didn't so much as hide Korea's eyes as they did cover half his face.
Korea looked, China concluded with utmost certainty, utterly ridiculous. But this is what the youth are interested in, nowadays, a traitorous little little voice pointed out. And that shirt, while utterly tasteless, did do a decent job of drawing attention to those pectorals...
China blinked hard against that train of thought and reminded himself of his original purpose. The younger members of his society were still so preciously naive and impressionable--easily taken into the false glamor of capitalist consumerism. China steeled his resolve.
He would persuade Korea to stop slipping his tastelessly glittering popular-culture across their shared border. It was in the childrens' best interest that he was doing this.
But, before China could even voice a cursory greeting to catch the other's attention, there came a heavy beat, followed by a misplaced show of pyrotechnics. As if in response, Korea cocked his hip, rolled his shoulders, and began to--China found himself absolutely speechless as his mouth went drier than the Gobi.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ARU," China, for lack of a better term, shrieked. "THAT IS OBSCENE. STOP THAT."
"Hey big bro!" Korea grinned, acknowledging the older nation's presence with an extra energetic thrust (damn him), and continued the routine without so much as missing a beat (damn him).
"I thought I told you to stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"You are humping the air aru!"
"Pelvic thrusting," Korea corrected blithely, popping-and-locking like a well-oiled machine. "It's very sexy, isn't it big bro?"
In all honesty, the routine didn't look bad, blatantly perverse overtures aside. As an appreciator of athleticism and good technical skills, China found it somewhat difficult to denounce Korea's performance out right and settled for mimicking a remarkable shade of carmine instead. It wasn't as if he could tear his wild-eyed gaze away anyway. His nonverbal show of disapproval was routinely ignored, alas. Not that Korea ever really listened to his opinions before.
The jaunty sashay of the camouflaged hips was nearly as offensive (distracting) as the calculating quirk to that celebrity-white smile. "All the girls love it--it's very marketable. After all, it originated in me."
"I..." China swallowed with some difficulty and squashed the immediate desire to put a winding brick wall between himself and the cultural menace that was his southern neighbor. "But I thought it was America's Parsley? Purseley?* Who first--" The older nation trailed off suddenly. Sloe-eyes squinted in thought. "How marketable aru?"
"I have a whole industry benefitting from it." Korea's grin turned positively triumphant. "Big bro! Does this mean you're finally going to accept my XXXX wholeheartedly?!"
China fended off Korea almost absently. "It has been a good influence on your economy?"
"Definitely."
China caught his lower lip between his teeth. On the one hand, his older populations would surely disapprove of such inproper behavior. On the other, if it was as profitable as Korea touted it to be...
And he was sure he could replicate it just as well as he did with Italy's purses and America's movies.
"Why don't you show me your dance again, Yong Soo?"
*Pelvic Thrusting originated with Elvis Presley, I believe?
Wow, I never thought anyone'd actually fill this (much less with a fic!) and I just absolutely loved this to death. And I never expected you to use China like this! XD
I bow down to your pure awesomeness at describing. And your sense of humor. And your...your...EVERYTHING. 8D
And don't tell me that it's a fail!ending~ I lol'ed like hard! (Which was the original plan for actually requesting this. XD)
I assure you, this doesn't 'satisfy the prompt a smidgeon' at all. IT'S ALL I WANTED AND MORE.
Re: Pop 'n Lock Revolution [1/1]
anonymous
March 10 2009, 20:09:39 UTC
ahhh omg. I remember that ridiculous Rain video!! I know, anon, I always laugh at Rain too. he tries so hard. "you are humping the air aru!" <3333 ssso cute I wish i could see China forced to be the girl in one of Rain/Korea's romantic MVs *w*
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China found him in the middle of the empty street, dressed in a mottled medley of greys, greens and black--something similar to what America occasionally wore whenever his boss felt insecure... but not quite.
The pants were too clean (too new) for one, and the older nation was pretty sure that the black top was stretching tighter than any of America's standard-issued shirts would have for whatever practical purpose. Then there were those large, rhinestone studded shades that didn't so much as hide Korea's eyes as they did cover half his face.
Korea looked, China concluded with utmost certainty, utterly ridiculous. But this is what the youth are interested in, nowadays, a traitorous little little voice pointed out. And that shirt, while utterly tasteless, did do a decent job of drawing attention to those pectorals...
China blinked hard against that train of thought and reminded himself of his original purpose. The younger members of his society were still so preciously naive and impressionable--easily taken into the false glamor of capitalist consumerism. China steeled his resolve.
He would persuade Korea to stop slipping his tastelessly glittering popular-culture across their shared border. It was in the childrens' best interest that he was doing this.
But, before China could even voice a cursory greeting to catch the other's attention, there came a heavy beat, followed by a misplaced show of pyrotechnics. As if in response, Korea cocked his hip, rolled his shoulders, and began to--China found himself absolutely speechless as his mouth went drier than the Gobi.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ARU," China, for lack of a better term, shrieked. "THAT IS OBSCENE. STOP THAT."
"Hey big bro!" Korea grinned, acknowledging the older nation's presence with an extra energetic thrust (damn him), and continued the routine without so much as missing a beat (damn him).
"I thought I told you to stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"You are humping the air aru!"
"Pelvic thrusting," Korea corrected blithely, popping-and-locking like a well-oiled machine. "It's very sexy, isn't it big bro?"
In all honesty, the routine didn't look bad, blatantly perverse overtures aside. As an appreciator of athleticism and good technical skills, China found it somewhat difficult to denounce Korea's performance out right and settled for mimicking a remarkable shade of carmine instead. It wasn't as if he could tear his wild-eyed gaze away anyway. His nonverbal show of disapproval was routinely ignored, alas. Not that Korea ever really listened to his opinions before.
The jaunty sashay of the camouflaged hips was nearly as offensive (distracting) as the calculating quirk to that celebrity-white smile. "All the girls love it--it's very marketable. After all, it originated in me."
"I..." China swallowed with some difficulty and squashed the immediate desire to put a winding brick wall between himself and the cultural menace that was his southern neighbor. "But I thought it was America's Parsley? Purseley?* Who first--" The older nation trailed off suddenly. Sloe-eyes squinted in thought. "How marketable aru?"
"I have a whole industry benefitting from it." Korea's grin turned positively triumphant. "Big bro! Does this mean you're finally going to accept my XXXX wholeheartedly?!"
China fended off Korea almost absently. "It has been a good influence on your economy?"
"Definitely."
China caught his lower lip between his teeth. On the one hand, his older populations would surely disapprove of such inproper behavior. On the other, if it was as profitable as Korea touted it to be...
And he was sure he could replicate it just as well as he did with Italy's purses and America's movies.
"Why don't you show me your dance again, Yong Soo?"
*Pelvic Thrusting originated with Elvis Presley, I believe?
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This was a delicious blend of horrendously embarrassing and curiously... hot. Awesome fill, anon~
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Single eyelids banzai!
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Wow, I never thought anyone'd actually fill this (much less with a fic!) and I just absolutely loved this to death. And I never expected you to use China like this! XD
I bow down to your pure awesomeness at describing. And your sense of humor. And your...your...EVERYTHING. 8D
And don't tell me that it's a fail!ending~ I lol'ed like hard! (Which was the original plan for actually requesting this. XD)
I assure you, this doesn't 'satisfy the prompt a smidgeon' at all. IT'S ALL I WANTED AND MORE.
China, you adorable old man~ <3
*climbs out of hole and finds something to fill*
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"you are humping the air aru!" <3333 ssso cute
I wish i could see China forced to be the girl in one of Rain/Korea's romantic MVs *w*
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That is the best line ever written. Ever. I laughed so hard, oh god. PFffftthahaha. Awesome job author-anon!
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Caught between repression and economics. Don't fool yourself and you may as well enjoy the ride!
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Loved the fic--hope to see more :>
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