An Awesome Best Friend [1/?]
anonymous
June 27 2009, 14:02:39 UTC
Anon was about to third this but ended up writing it. Hope OP enjoys!
“Ve~ Really?” “Yeah, I’m like, totally not kidding or anything.”
Italy giggled in the phone he was holding and turned, careful not to fall off the couch he was laying on. Poland smiled into the receiver as well, continuing his obviously awesome story.
“So then, I said ‘No way!’ and he was all ‘Well..’, so I said that he like, totally had to stop doing this, because, seriously, I can tell he’s not sleeping because, oh my god, he looks terrible.” “Ah, you’re so nice Feliks~”
A confident grin decorated Poland’s face in nothing but agreement.
“I totally am, right? Anyway, I’m coming over. We like, totally have to exchange clothes, because the next meeting is like, soon.” “Oh, I almost forgot~!” “Of course, that’s why you have me! I’ll like, come over right now!” “Okay~”
Italy hang up the phone and skipped towards his room. He opened the doors of his closet carefully, squeaking when he was welcomed by a waterfall of clothes. For some reason, his collection of casual shirts and pants had grown exponentially ever since he met Poland. Italy sighed, not really bothering to put them all back because Poland would want to see them anyway, and at least they were clean. When the doorbell rang, he ran back to the front door and opened it, smiling enthusiastically.
“That happy to see me?” Sounded a voice that was definitely not Poland’s. Italy blinked. “Gilbert~?” Italy took a tiny step aside as Prussia let himself in, taking place on the couch as if it were his own. The grin on his face was not one to be trusted, but Italy, of course, didn’t notice. “Yup, you look great today.” “Uhm.. thanks, you too~”
It was a little awkward to hear Prussia saying that someone beside himself was looking good. That was something even Italy realized. The taller Nation simply winked at him.
“Thanks. I’ve been working out, can you tell?” “Uwaah, really? Germany makes me work out too, but I don’t really like it..~” Prussia leant forward, that devious grin never leaving his face. “I’ll show you a fun workout some time.”
“Like, hell you will.”
Both Nations turned to the door, Italy smiling while Prussia let out a frustrated growl. Poland kicked the door shut behind him and dropped the huge pile of clothes he brought on the nearest chair. Then, he turned to Prussia, eyes like fire, hands in his sides. “Could you like, piss off or something?” “Yeah, I’m really glad to see you too.” Prussia said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t recall this being your place.”
Poland waved his hands at him in a dismissing manner and looked at Italy instead. “Feli, you totally have to kick him out. You’re like, busy today.” He gestured at the abandoned pile of clothes to make his point, and Italy slowly nodded, turning to face Prussia with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry Gilbert, Feliks and I were going to trade clothes today~” “Oh, I don’t mind, I’ll just stay and watch.” “You totally won’t.” Poland interrupted, looking quite pissed. “You’re like, going to leave, now.”
Prussia shot a pleading look at Italy, who raised his shoulders sheepishly. Sighing, he got up from the couch and made his way to the door. “Well, call me when he’s gone, okay Ita-chan?” He said, sending several death glares at Poland, who moved over and slammed the door shut in his face, quickly sliding on the locks.
Clapping his hands together as if there was dust on them, he smiled at his best friend. “Let’s like, start this party.”
“Ve~ Really?”
“Yeah, I’m like, totally not kidding or anything.”
Italy giggled in the phone he was holding and turned, careful not to fall off the couch he was laying on. Poland smiled into the receiver as well, continuing his obviously awesome story.
“So then, I said ‘No way!’ and he was all ‘Well..’, so I said that he like, totally had to stop doing this, because, seriously, I can tell he’s not sleeping because, oh my god, he looks terrible.”
“Ah, you’re so nice Feliks~”
A confident grin decorated Poland’s face in nothing but agreement.
“I totally am, right? Anyway, I’m coming over. We like, totally have to exchange clothes, because the next meeting is like, soon.”
“Oh, I almost forgot~!”
“Of course, that’s why you have me! I’ll like, come over right now!”
“Okay~”
Italy hang up the phone and skipped towards his room. He opened the doors of his closet carefully, squeaking when he was welcomed by a waterfall of clothes. For some reason, his collection of casual shirts and pants had grown exponentially ever since he met Poland.
Italy sighed, not really bothering to put them all back because Poland would want to see them anyway, and at least they were clean. When the doorbell rang, he ran back to the front door and opened it, smiling enthusiastically.
“That happy to see me?” Sounded a voice that was definitely not Poland’s. Italy blinked.
“Gilbert~?” Italy took a tiny step aside as Prussia let himself in, taking place on the couch as if it were his own. The grin on his face was not one to be trusted, but Italy, of course, didn’t notice.
“Yup, you look great today.”
“Uhm.. thanks, you too~”
It was a little awkward to hear Prussia saying that someone beside himself was looking good. That was something even Italy realized. The taller Nation simply winked at him.
“Thanks. I’ve been working out, can you tell?”
“Uwaah, really? Germany makes me work out too, but I don’t really like it..~”
Prussia leant forward, that devious grin never leaving his face.
“I’ll show you a fun workout some time.”
“Like, hell you will.”
Both Nations turned to the door, Italy smiling while Prussia let out a frustrated growl. Poland kicked the door shut behind him and dropped the huge pile of clothes he brought on the nearest chair. Then, he turned to Prussia, eyes like fire, hands in his sides.
“Could you like, piss off or something?”
“Yeah, I’m really glad to see you too.” Prussia said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t recall this being your place.”
Poland waved his hands at him in a dismissing manner and looked at Italy instead.
“Feli, you totally have to kick him out. You’re like, busy today.”
He gestured at the abandoned pile of clothes to make his point, and Italy slowly nodded, turning to face Prussia with an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry Gilbert, Feliks and I were going to trade clothes today~”
“Oh, I don’t mind, I’ll just stay and watch.”
“You totally won’t.” Poland interrupted, looking quite pissed. “You’re like, going to leave, now.”
Prussia shot a pleading look at Italy, who raised his shoulders sheepishly. Sighing, he got up from the couch and made his way to the door.
“Well, call me when he’s gone, okay Ita-chan?” He said, sending several death glares at Poland, who moved over and slammed the door shut in his face, quickly sliding on the locks.
Clapping his hands together as if there was dust on them, he smiled at his best friend.
“Let’s like, start this party.”
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This is TOO classic for that TOO classic prompt. XD I can't stop grinning at how much I think request!anon and author!anon are the same people...
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