The One Where A Wedding Almost Caused The End of the World (4/??)
anonymous
June 17 2009, 17:23:27 UTC
Jodie Patterson was a normal young woman. She’d grown up with normal parents, normal siblings, and had normal friends. She went to a normal high school and a normal college. She had a normal boyfriend who she was starting to get serious with. This made her occupation as a clerk in the court section that handled divorces very ironic. She worked normally worked normal shifts, but today one of her co-workers had to leave for (ironically enough) a wedding, so Jodie was taking her shift for her.
Poor Jodie.
It was while she was sitting at her desk, sorting through files on a particularly nasty divorce that several people, male and female alike, came storming into the building. There were people of all races, and all of them looked furious. It looked like a politically correct nightmare on acid. Judging by the two men that some of them were dragging behind them with ropes, they must be an angry mob. Both men looked like they’d had better days. It was a shame, because it looked like they were both rather good looking. Jodie didn’t care much for albinos or beards, though.
It was at this moment, while Jodie was considering calling the police, that a young man with blond hair, blue eyes and glasses stepped forward. He was tall, but couldn’t have been older than his late teens. So naturally, Jodie was surprised when he slammed the stack of papers he was holding onto her desk and demanded,
“DIVORCE US. NOW.”
After a few seconds of stuttering, Jodie regained her voice.
“Okay, you want a divorce…” She asked nervously, glancing at the crowd. “Which one of these people is your spouse?” “All of them.” “What?” “I’m married. To all of them.” The blond man pronounced his words very clearly and even made gestures to himself and the people behind him, as though Jodie were mentally retarded. She would have been insulted had she not been so frightened.
“All of them?” “Yes.” “All of them.” She stated, just to make sure she was getting this right. “YES.” The young man was getting impatient. Jodie winced.
“Sir, you… do understand that this isn’t Utah, correct?” “I know where the hell I am!”
Jodie winced again.
“Sir, the state of Nevada doesn’t recognize polygamous marriages. There’s no need for a divorce since you can’t possibly be-” “CHECK THE BLOODY FORMS!” Another blond man shouted. Jodie noticed a thick British accent.
Not wanting to be torn to shreds by an angry mob, however, she didn’t comment on this and began to check the forms. Sure enough, they were indeed married. Jodie wondered what the judge had been smoking when he granted the approval. And there was one other thing…
“Sir?” She asked the blond man in front of her. “You’re Mr. Alfred Jones, correct?” “Yes?” “What is your occupation? It just says “United States of America”, and doesn’t give an actual occupation.” “Because that’s my job.”
Not understanding, Jodie just held up more forms. “And this one just says “The People’s Republic of China” and this one says-” “WE’RE PERSONIFIED COUNTRIES, ALRIGHT!?”
Jodie stared at them. Several seconds passed before she spoke again.
“Sir, this court deals with divorce for humans.” She said slowly as began to move her chair back so she could grab the phone. It was obvious that these people were lunatics. But considering that there was one of her and God knows how many of them, it was best to humor them. “I’m afraid there isn’t a divorce court for… countries.”
One of the men in the mob wasn’t happy about this. He raised his gun and fired a couple rounds into the ceiling before a girl grabbed his arm and asked him to calm down (She called him “brother”, too… What kind of fucked up marriage did this Jones guy think he was in?). Several others began to advance on the desk menacingly. Jodie began to whimper.
Re: The One Where A Wedding Almost Caused The End of the World (4b/??)
anonymous
June 17 2009, 17:24:06 UTC
Sensing her distress, Jones began to calm down.
“Guys, guys, calm down!” He exclaimed, waving his hands to grab the attention of his “wives” and… “husbands” or whatever the hell these freaks called each other. “She’s got a point! We just have to appeal to the government of Nevada!” “And how the bloody fucking hell do you propose we do that!?” The British guy demanded. “Well, we’re gonna have to go to Carson City.” “Why!?” the other “countries” demanded, sounding almost like whiny children who didn’t want to go for a long ride in the car. “Because that’s the Nevada State Capital.” “I thought this was the capital?” One young man with brown hair and a strange hair curl asked. “No, this is Nevada’s largest city because of all the gambling and easy marriages and all that stuff. Carson City is where the Nevada State government works.”
Grumbling, the “countries” began to shuffle out, ignoring Jodie, who by this point had retreated under the desk, crying.
The One Where A Wedding Almost Caused The End of the World (5/??)
anonymous
June 17 2009, 17:26:34 UTC
“Wouldn’t it, like, make more sense to just ask your boss to, like, annul it?” Poland asked America as the latter started the car. “Well, technically we’re only married here in Nevada. The other 49 states probably won’t recognize it.” “Then doesn’t that mean we don’t have anything to worry about?” Spain asked. “Not necessarily. There’s always the slight possibility that the other states could recognize it.”
The other Nations could have sworn they heard America mumble under his breath,
“And knowing my States, they probably would, just to get a few laughs.”
Not wanting to consider the possibility that they were stuck in this marriage, they decided not to ask him to elaborate.
Once they’d finally gotten to the Capitol Building, they had to go through security. Fortunately, America only had to show them a certain ID verifying his identity. When the secretary inquired about Prussia and France, who were still tied up, America just shrugged and assured her that they deserved it.
“I’d like to speak to Esther Martin, please.” “Of course, sir, she’s in her room.” As they began walking, England decided to ask,
“We’re not going to see the governor?” “We’re not people, England. I think we’re out of the governor’s domain.” “Then who are we going to to fix this?”
America stopped in front of a door and knocked. The door opened to reveal a young girl, not much older than 12. She had light brown hair and blue eyes.
“Guys, this is Esther Martin. Otherwise known as the State of Nevada.”
*************************************************************** “Wait, so you actually have personified states?” Romano demanded. “I haven’t seen any of the potato-bastard’s states running around.” “His name is the United States of America.” Nevada frowned. “His States define what he is.”
“So, can you annul this marriage?” Austria asked, not wanting to stray from the reason they came here. “I suppose I can….” Nevada began.
The Nations breathed a sigh of relief.
“…but I won’t.”
The temperature in the room dropped several degrees.
“…what?” Switzerland demanded readying his gun. “I won’t annul this marriage.” Nevada giggled, sticking out her tongue. “I’ve been to Las Vegas, and I’ve seen too many marriages get annulled after less than a day.” “Nevada, the “wedding” was just a joke France and Prussia played in attempt to get us to “lighten up”…” America tried to explain. “It can’t even be called a “marriage”, really.” “Maybe not by human standards.” Nevada nodded. “But you’re not human. Besides, being married might bring you one step closer to world peace!”
“Nevada-chan, I’m sure you think that if we’re all married, it means we’ll all be happy, but that’s not always the case.” Hungary tried to explain. “Oh? Is that what happened to you and Austria?” Prussia said with a sneer. “Prussia, I’m not sure you’re in a position to be making witty remarks.” Austria warned him calmly, but icily.
“America, she’s your State.” Switzerland gave America a dark look. “Do something!” “Nevada, you really should-” “No.” “Why not!?” “I can’t just grant marriage annulments to anybody!” “I’m your father!” “So? You represent the country as a whole. I’m one of many States. You can’t just order me around. If you make me do something, you have to make the others do something. You said so yourself.” “Oh yeah…”
“So now what?” England demanded. “Well, as long as the other States don’t recognize it…” “They do.”
At that moment, every eye turned to Nevada once more.
“You said that it was actually verified, right? Who do you think was responsible?” She asked incredulously.
The One Where A Wedding Almost Caused The End of the World (6/??)
anonymous
June 17 2009, 17:58:07 UTC
Every eye turned to France and Prussia, then back to Nevada.
“Well, I obviously couldn’t keep such a hilarious story to myself, so I called up the other States and they thought it was pretty funny too! So they decided to recognize your marriage as legal.”
“Can they do that?” England looked at America. “I… think they can.” America nodded. “Even D.C. approved.” Nevada grinned. “America, are you going to fix this or not?” Germany glared at him.
Why is this my fault!? America thought to himself as the other Nations gave him dark looks.
“Look, what are we worried about!?” He said, trying to diffuse the situation. “We’re Nations! Foreign countries! This is only here! It can’t possibly be legal elsewhere!”
It worked. Realization dawned on their faces. Some began to laugh.
“That’s true!” “I can’t believe we got worried over nothing!” “Our bosses wouldn’t possibly recognize this.” Spain chuckled.
Washington D.C., many hours later
“I can’t believe our bosses recognized this.” Spain said, slumping into a bench outside the meeting room. “Not only that, but they ruled that since it was our own fault we got married in the first place, we’re legally for the next six months.” America sighed. “How the hell is this our fault!?” England demanded. “Prussia and wine-face are the ones who came up with the idea!” “We didn’t refuse the alcohol, did we?” Lithuania sighed. “America-san, does this mean we’re not allowed to go home?” Japan gave America a look that could almost be described as desperate. “That’s what would classify as “legal separation” and the boss said we can’t file for that either.”
“Well, we might as well get going.” England sighed in exasperation as he stood up. “Where?” America asked. “Your house, you git.” “My house?” “We’re married, right? And we can’t file for separation. That means we’re going to be living together. And you're the only one with a house in this country.”
For some reason, England didn’t seem as unhappy about that fact as America thought he would be.
Reluctantly, he wrote the address onto some slips of paper he’d taken from the secretary’s desk, handed them to the others, and sent them on their way in taxis.
The ride home in the taxi was silent. Switzerland had been glaring at America as though this were his fault, Liechtenstein was afraid to start a conversation, and Iceland just looked bored.
Somehow, theirs was the second to arrive home. Estonia, Latvia, China, and Korea, having arrived ahead of them, were waiting outside.
"I guess I should make spare keys for everyone, huh..." America chuckled weakly as he unlocked the door. "That would be a good idea-aru." China smiled.
You'd like that, wouldn't you China?
When Estonia inquired as to whether or not there'd be enough room, America paused and began to think.
"The house is big enough for everyone to fit, if that's what you're worried about. If it's rooms you're talking about, we'll probably have to improvise a little, but we should be fine."
It was at this moment that England walked in with France, Spain, and Romano.
"I think we can all agree that France and Prussia can share a closet, though, right?" "Agreed." England nodded.
Once everyone had arrived, several arguments broke out over who would sleep where. France and Prussia both protested that they had just wanted everyone to lighten up a little and that it wasn't their fault it had spiralled out of control. Before the others decided to make them sleep outside, however, Prussia suggested that they watch the video of the "wedding night". Hungary was the only one who didn't seem to mind all that much.
The others, whether out of a desire for some sort of closure or morbid curiosity, agreed. And thus, the trainwreck began.
(Spain really needs to watch his words more closely. And perhaps I should retitle this fic "What Happens In Vegas"?)
The One Where A Wedding Almost Caused The End of the World (7/??)
anonymous
July 7 2009, 08:34:14 UTC
You know how when something terrible happens, it’s often described as “like watching a train wreck”? That’s what the video of the Nations’ “wedding night” was like. Every single one of them, with the notable exception of Hungary, knew they weren’t going to like what they would see, but they just couldn’t look away.
None of them started out with the partner(s) they’d woken up with/next to/inside of. Not even Belarus. Many had slept with Nations they had never, as far as they knew, even spoken to.
Cuba and Norway, who had sat next to each other on pure coincidence, both stood and moved to opposite sides of the room.
Denmark gave Belarus a horrified look and scooted closer to Sweden, who scooted away.
Austria and China gave each other odd looks and wondered what caused the attraction.
America was the worst. He’d started off with Iceland, then Romano, and finally Finland before moving on to the people he’d woken up with. Liechtenstein didn’t fare much better: First Greece, then Ukraine, then Austria and Hungary, and finally Hong Kong and Canada.
Several people found that they had slept with people they hated. Romano actually stood up and demanded to know where the shower was when he learned that he’d slept with both his brother and Germany.
“Third door on the left.” America pointed, wondering if anyone else was going to need a shower tonight.
If France and Prussia were thinking of a way to keep from getting lynched, the video didn’t help. In fact, it actually seemed to make it worse.
Before anyone could improvise weaponry, America, not wanting a bloodbath in his house, had shoved them into a closet and locked it.
“I suppose we should turn in for the night…” He said, trying to get everyone to calm down. “Yes, we should.” Japan nodded, wanting the same.
Sure enough, they did have to squeeze a little. While Romano was in the shower, Spain had agreed that they’d share the fold-out couch. When Romano found out, he demanded that Spain take the loveseat as punishment.
“You can’t.” America sighed. “We’re already having Turkey sleep there.” “Why?” “Because if I put him in the same room as Greece, they’d fight.” “And you can’t put him with someone else?” “No.”
When Switzerland went to his room, Liechtenstein followed in hopes of remedying the situation between them. China seemed to have taken a liking to Latvia, much to the latter’s confusion. Australia and Belgium were the only ones who didn’t seem to have minded waking up together and in fact seemed quite eager to turn in together. Poland dragged Lithuania into the room that no one had seen Russia slip into three minutes before. No one had seen Belarus follow.
Despite his rather scary exterior, the aura around Sweden seemed bright. Chipper, even. He and Finland quietly excused themselves to the room next door to where Estonia had insisted on sharing with China and Latvia out of concern.
Ukraine seemed rather embarrassed about the whole thing, but Hungary didn’t seem to mind sharing a room with her and Greece along with Austria.
Once America was sure everyone was settled in, he sighed and turned to make his way to his own room, only to walk straight into England and Japan.
“What are you-” He began. “We said our vows to each other first, right?” England said, his face turning red as he looked away. “We ought to…”
He started mumbling.
“What England-san means is, because we originally said our vows to each other, we should stay in the same room.” Japan explained. He was rather red in the face, too.
Too tired to argue, America led them to his room.
“I’m not sure there’ll be enough room on the bed.” He explained. “I mean, it’s a double, but that’s because I roll around a lot.” “I’m sure we’ll manage.” Japan tried to assure him.
Between arguments, trying to clear up misconceptions about cheating, and some Nations going through with their “marital duties”, no one got much sleep that night.
reCAPTCHA: Chicago ladings. Fun fact: Chicago has a high Polish population
Poor Jodie.
It was while she was sitting at her desk, sorting through files on a particularly nasty divorce that several people, male and female alike, came storming into the building. There were people of all races, and all of them looked furious. It looked like a politically correct nightmare on acid. Judging by the two men that some of them were dragging behind them with ropes, they must be an angry mob. Both men looked like they’d had better days. It was a shame, because it looked like they were both rather good looking. Jodie didn’t care much for albinos or beards, though.
It was at this moment, while Jodie was considering calling the police, that a young man with blond hair, blue eyes and glasses stepped forward. He was tall, but couldn’t have been older than his late teens. So naturally, Jodie was surprised when he slammed the stack of papers he was holding onto her desk and demanded,
“DIVORCE US. NOW.”
After a few seconds of stuttering, Jodie regained her voice.
“Okay, you want a divorce…” She asked nervously, glancing at the crowd. “Which one of these people is your spouse?”
“All of them.”
“What?”
“I’m married. To all of them.” The blond man pronounced his words very clearly and even made gestures to himself and the people behind him, as though Jodie were mentally retarded. She would have been insulted had she not been so frightened.
“All of them?”
“Yes.”
“All of them.” She stated, just to make sure she was getting this right.
“YES.” The young man was getting impatient. Jodie winced.
“Sir, you… do understand that this isn’t Utah, correct?”
“I know where the hell I am!”
Jodie winced again.
“Sir, the state of Nevada doesn’t recognize polygamous marriages. There’s no need for a divorce since you can’t possibly be-”
“CHECK THE BLOODY FORMS!” Another blond man shouted. Jodie noticed a thick British accent.
Not wanting to be torn to shreds by an angry mob, however, she didn’t comment on this and began to check the forms. Sure enough, they were indeed married. Jodie wondered what the judge had been smoking when he granted the approval. And there was one other thing…
“Sir?” She asked the blond man in front of her. “You’re Mr. Alfred Jones, correct?”
“Yes?”
“What is your occupation? It just says “United States of America”, and doesn’t give an actual occupation.”
“Because that’s my job.”
Not understanding, Jodie just held up more forms.
“And this one just says “The People’s Republic of China” and this one says-”
“WE’RE PERSONIFIED COUNTRIES, ALRIGHT!?”
Jodie stared at them. Several seconds passed before she spoke again.
“Sir, this court deals with divorce for humans.” She said slowly as began to move her chair back so she could grab the phone. It was obvious that these people were lunatics. But considering that there was one of her and God knows how many of them, it was best to humor them. “I’m afraid there isn’t a divorce court for… countries.”
One of the men in the mob wasn’t happy about this. He raised his gun and fired a couple rounds into the ceiling before a girl grabbed his arm and asked him to calm down (She called him “brother”, too… What kind of fucked up marriage did this Jones guy think he was in?). Several others began to advance on the desk menacingly. Jodie began to whimper.
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“Guys, guys, calm down!” He exclaimed, waving his hands to grab the attention of his “wives” and… “husbands” or whatever the hell these freaks called each other. “She’s got a point! We just have to appeal to the government of Nevada!”
“And how the bloody fucking hell do you propose we do that!?” The British guy demanded.
“Well, we’re gonna have to go to Carson City.”
“Why!?” the other “countries” demanded, sounding almost like whiny children who didn’t want to go for a long ride in the car.
“Because that’s the Nevada State Capital.”
“I thought this was the capital?” One young man with brown hair and a strange hair curl asked.
“No, this is Nevada’s largest city because of all the gambling and easy marriages and all that stuff. Carson City is where the Nevada State government works.”
Grumbling, the “countries” began to shuffle out, ignoring Jodie, who by this point had retreated under the desk, crying.
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“Then doesn’t that mean we don’t have anything to worry about?” Spain asked.
“Not necessarily. There’s always the slight possibility that the other states could recognize it.”
The other Nations could have sworn they heard America mumble under his breath,
“And knowing my States, they probably would, just to get a few laughs.”
Not wanting to consider the possibility that they were stuck in this marriage, they decided not to ask him to elaborate.
Once they’d finally gotten to the Capitol Building, they had to go through security. Fortunately, America only had to show them a certain ID verifying his identity. When the secretary inquired about Prussia and France, who were still tied up, America just shrugged and assured her that they deserved it.
“I’d like to speak to Esther Martin, please.”
“Of course, sir, she’s in her room.”
As they began walking, England decided to ask,
“We’re not going to see the governor?”
“We’re not people, England. I think we’re out of the governor’s domain.”
“Then who are we going to to fix this?”
America stopped in front of a door and knocked. The door opened to reveal a young girl, not much older than 12. She had light brown hair and blue eyes.
“Guys, this is Esther Martin. Otherwise known as the State of Nevada.”
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“Wait, so you actually have personified states?” Romano demanded. “I haven’t seen any of the potato-bastard’s states running around.”
“His name is the United States of America.” Nevada frowned. “His States define what he is.”
“So, can you annul this marriage?” Austria asked, not wanting to stray from the reason they came here.
“I suppose I can….” Nevada began.
The Nations breathed a sigh of relief.
“…but I won’t.”
The temperature in the room dropped several degrees.
“…what?” Switzerland demanded readying his gun.
“I won’t annul this marriage.” Nevada giggled, sticking out her tongue. “I’ve been to Las Vegas, and I’ve seen too many marriages get annulled after less than a day.”
“Nevada, the “wedding” was just a joke France and Prussia played in attempt to get us to “lighten up”…” America tried to explain. “It can’t even be called a “marriage”, really.”
“Maybe not by human standards.” Nevada nodded. “But you’re not human. Besides, being married might bring you one step closer to world peace!”
“Nevada-chan, I’m sure you think that if we’re all married, it means we’ll all be happy, but that’s not always the case.” Hungary tried to explain.
“Oh? Is that what happened to you and Austria?” Prussia said with a sneer.
“Prussia, I’m not sure you’re in a position to be making witty remarks.” Austria warned him calmly, but icily.
“America, she’s your State.” Switzerland gave America a dark look. “Do something!”
“Nevada, you really should-”
“No.”
“Why not!?”
“I can’t just grant marriage annulments to anybody!”
“I’m your father!”
“So? You represent the country as a whole. I’m one of many States. You can’t just order me around. If you make me do something, you have to make the others do something. You said so yourself.”
“Oh yeah…”
“So now what?” England demanded.
“Well, as long as the other States don’t recognize it…”
“They do.”
At that moment, every eye turned to Nevada once more.
“You said that it was actually verified, right? Who do you think was responsible?” She asked incredulously.
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“Well, I obviously couldn’t keep such a hilarious story to myself, so I called up the other States and they thought it was pretty funny too! So they decided to recognize your marriage as legal.”
“Can they do that?” England looked at America.
“I… think they can.” America nodded.
“Even D.C. approved.” Nevada grinned.
“America, are you going to fix this or not?” Germany glared at him.
Why is this my fault!? America thought to himself as the other Nations gave him dark looks.
“Look, what are we worried about!?” He said, trying to diffuse the situation. “We’re Nations! Foreign countries! This is only here! It can’t possibly be legal elsewhere!”
It worked. Realization dawned on their faces. Some began to laugh.
“That’s true!”
“I can’t believe we got worried over nothing!”
“Our bosses wouldn’t possibly recognize this.” Spain chuckled.
Washington D.C., many hours later
“I can’t believe our bosses recognized this.” Spain said, slumping into a bench outside the meeting room.
“Not only that, but they ruled that since it was our own fault we got married in the first place, we’re legally for the next six months.” America sighed.
“How the hell is this our fault!?” England demanded. “Prussia and wine-face are the ones who came up with the idea!”
“We didn’t refuse the alcohol, did we?” Lithuania sighed.
“America-san, does this mean we’re not allowed to go home?” Japan gave America a look that could almost be described as desperate.
“That’s what would classify as “legal separation” and the boss said we can’t file for that either.”
“Well, we might as well get going.” England sighed in exasperation as he stood up.
“Where?” America asked.
“Your house, you git.”
“My house?”
“We’re married, right? And we can’t file for separation. That means we’re going to be living together. And you're the only one with a house in this country.”
For some reason, England didn’t seem as unhappy about that fact as America thought he would be.
Reluctantly, he wrote the address onto some slips of paper he’d taken from the secretary’s desk, handed them to the others, and sent them on their way in taxis.
The ride home in the taxi was silent. Switzerland had been glaring at America as though this were his fault, Liechtenstein was afraid to start a conversation, and Iceland just looked bored.
Somehow, theirs was the second to arrive home. Estonia, Latvia, China, and Korea, having arrived ahead of them, were waiting outside.
"I guess I should make spare keys for everyone, huh..." America chuckled weakly as he unlocked the door.
"That would be a good idea-aru." China smiled.
You'd like that, wouldn't you China?
When Estonia inquired as to whether or not there'd be enough room, America paused and began to think.
"The house is big enough for everyone to fit, if that's what you're worried about. If it's rooms you're talking about, we'll probably have to improvise a little, but we should be fine."
It was at this moment that England walked in with France, Spain, and Romano.
"I think we can all agree that France and Prussia can share a closet, though, right?"
"Agreed." England nodded.
Once everyone had arrived, several arguments broke out over who would sleep where. France and Prussia both protested that they had just wanted everyone to lighten up a little and that it wasn't their fault it had spiralled out of control. Before the others decided to make them sleep outside, however, Prussia suggested that they watch the video of the "wedding night". Hungary was the only one who didn't seem to mind all that much.
The others, whether out of a desire for some sort of closure or morbid curiosity, agreed. And thus, the trainwreck began.
(Spain really needs to watch his words more closely. And perhaps I should retitle this fic "What Happens In Vegas"?)
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And Nevada? GENIUS.
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I approve!
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WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS.
Obviously does not stay in Vegas anymore. -bricked for lame joke-
BUT LMAO THIS. "But this one says The United States of America, and this one says The People's Republic of China..."
That poor girl ROFL.
And jfgjkljfdkl Next part, przzzzz. ;A; I wanna see their reactions to the videos from the wedding night. ♥
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Right. Anon supposes she should have posted that when she posted the fill.
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None of them started out with the partner(s) they’d woken up with/next to/inside of. Not even Belarus. Many had slept with Nations they had never, as far as they knew, even spoken to.
Cuba and Norway, who had sat next to each other on pure coincidence, both stood and moved to opposite sides of the room.
Denmark gave Belarus a horrified look and scooted closer to Sweden, who scooted away.
Austria and China gave each other odd looks and wondered what caused the attraction.
America was the worst. He’d started off with Iceland, then Romano, and finally Finland before moving on to the people he’d woken up with. Liechtenstein didn’t fare much better: First Greece, then Ukraine, then Austria and Hungary, and finally Hong Kong and Canada.
Several people found that they had slept with people they hated. Romano actually stood up and demanded to know where the shower was when he learned that he’d slept with both his brother and Germany.
“Third door on the left.” America pointed, wondering if anyone else was going to need a shower tonight.
If France and Prussia were thinking of a way to keep from getting lynched, the video didn’t help. In fact, it actually seemed to make it worse.
Before anyone could improvise weaponry, America, not wanting a bloodbath in his house, had shoved them into a closet and locked it.
“I suppose we should turn in for the night…” He said, trying to get everyone to calm down.
“Yes, we should.” Japan nodded, wanting the same.
Sure enough, they did have to squeeze a little. While Romano was in the shower, Spain had agreed that they’d share the fold-out couch. When Romano found out, he demanded that Spain take the loveseat as punishment.
“You can’t.” America sighed. “We’re already having Turkey sleep there.”
“Why?”
“Because if I put him in the same room as Greece, they’d fight.”
“And you can’t put him with someone else?”
“No.”
When Switzerland went to his room, Liechtenstein followed in hopes of remedying the situation between them. China seemed to have taken a liking to Latvia, much to the latter’s confusion. Australia and Belgium were the only ones who didn’t seem to have minded waking up together and in fact seemed quite eager to turn in together. Poland dragged Lithuania into the room that no one had seen Russia slip into three minutes before. No one had seen Belarus follow.
Despite his rather scary exterior, the aura around Sweden seemed bright. Chipper, even. He and Finland quietly excused themselves to the room next door to where Estonia had insisted on sharing with China and Latvia out of concern.
Ukraine seemed rather embarrassed about the whole thing, but Hungary didn’t seem to mind sharing a room with her and Greece along with Austria.
Once America was sure everyone was settled in, he sighed and turned to make his way to his own room, only to walk straight into England and Japan.
“What are you-” He began.
“We said our vows to each other first, right?” England said, his face turning red as he looked away. “We ought to…”
He started mumbling.
“What England-san means is, because we originally said our vows to each other, we should stay in the same room.” Japan explained. He was rather red in the face, too.
Too tired to argue, America led them to his room.
“I’m not sure there’ll be enough room on the bed.” He explained. “I mean, it’s a double, but that’s because I roll around a lot.”
“I’m sure we’ll manage.” Japan tried to assure him.
Between arguments, trying to clear up misconceptions about cheating, and some Nations going through with their “marital duties”, no one got much sleep that night.
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"marital duties"....That cracks me up.
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