Conspiracy Theory 4/ idk
anonymous
July 6 2009, 06:39:39 UTC
Alfred was still talking, “And when I told him that he got all annoyed. Then the told me that I am going to have to get some more culture before I dine with him again. Where do I buy culture anyway?”
As Alfred walked away muttering Cali’s gears were turning. Or rather he was putting two and two together, but whatever he was doing he had figured something out. He had read many more manga and even watched some anime since Full Metal Alchemist. Full Metal Alchemist, Ouran High School Host Club, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Code Geass, Perfect Girl Evolution, Fruits Basket, Naruto. They had something in common . . .in each one there had been at least one character that was this type. Cali liked to call it the “stupid type” but that character was not really stupid . . . more like dense. He had wanted to save the world, he had liked things his way, and he had a hair color that defiantly wasn’t Japanese. He was exactly like dad!
Cali mused over this realization for a bit . . . he wondered what exactly Kiku was thinking making his characters act like dad. Cali smiled to himself, not a kind smile that you would give to a child or a smile that you would greet your friend with; this was a sly, calculating smile. He wondered if he could get any money out of this.
---------------
**Cough cough** okay I felt like I should explain a couple of things. I decided to make the California’s ethnicities a bit ambiguous because California is very diverse. (Admits to being a Californian!Anon) And CA is having some serious money problems right now (who isn’t?) and actually wrote out IOU’s to the people it owes money to. And I am sorry I spent so much time and Cali finaly realized the connections between what he was reading and his daddy :3
Conspiracy Theory 5/ idk
anonymous
July 8 2009, 07:00:32 UTC
“So sis . . . Have you noticed anything weird about Kiku? Like, oh I dunno, when he is around Dad?”
Silicon Valley felt like she seriously needed a break. First her brother had barged in on her when she was almost done with that new phone (it had high-def video and awesome sound quality) with something in his face she hadn’t seen since . . . well, since he had put that actor in charge of their state. He was hyped. Even the new president didn’t make him that excited. Silicon Valley wondered he had found more gold, but if he had why was he asking about Mr. Honda? And why, exactly, would Mr. Honda act weird around Alfred? She had only seen him act respectful, like he always was. She told Cali this.
Cali frowned, “He never seemed weird? He never seemed like he was mocking Dad? Or trying to make him look stupid?”
Okay, Silicon Valley was really confused. “No, of course not,” she answered. “Why would act weird around him?”
Cali seemed annoyed. Not my fault I cant answer insane questions, Silicon Valley thought.
Cali then brightened up suddenly, “See you ‘round sis!” he shouted and ran out the door.
“ . . . . Weird,” Silicon Valley went back to her phone. She wondered if she could make the phone any thinner, she would try.
---------------
“Um, Alfred that is not how hockey works. In fact I don’t know any sports where you can do that,” a bespectacled man in a red t-shirt with a white maple leaf in the middle of it was in the middle of trying to explain the rules of hockey to an annoyingly thickheaded American.
“Whatever Matt, it is boring,” Alfred was complaining. “Why don’t we go watch football? Football is fun. And it has people slamming into each other.”
The Canadian gave him a look that was asking “why, oh why, was he so stupid?” but the American didn’t notice. He had skipped over to the kitchen and was to busy pulling out a couple of beers out of the fridge with some salsa and chips.
“Hey, Al,” Matthew stared at the drink Alfred had plunked down in front of him. “How come you have alcohol? I know the drinking age in The U.S. is 21 and you’re 19.”
Alfred was trying to open the lid of the salsa jar, but he paused in his effort to answer his brother, “I had Francis whip me up a fake ID. (Stupid jar) And I am The United States of America. Why can’t I enjoy a drink now and again?”
By this time Alfred was really getting annoyed at the jar so when it finally opened it was positioned that a third of it splattered across the Canadian, a third went on the couch, and a third stayed in the jar like it should.
“Oh damn, I don’t have a change of clothes,” Mathew was looking sadly at the salsa across his nice while maple leaf. Even hamburgers would have been better than this mess.
“The Hero has extra clothes that you can borrow,” Alfred said. “Here you can take my shirt.” Alfred pulled off his shirt (that was blue with a bunch of stars splattered all over it. Matthew thought it was ridiculous.) and handed it to the Canadian, whose shirt was already off considering salsa is cold and does not feel good when on shirt. “Here.”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll just go home,” Matthew really did not want to wear something that looked like an enlarged version of first graders pajamas.
Conspiracy Theory 6/ idk
anonymous
July 8 2009, 07:03:00 UTC
Alfred ignored him and slipped the shirt over Matthew’s head. It got stuck on his head, that and the fact that Matthew was resisting the ugly shirt. And that is how they ended up one on top of the other on the couch.
They hadn’t even heard a cute voice saying, “Ne, ne~ Is anyone home?” and a quieter voice telling the other one not to go into others houses. They also didn’t notice a small Italian bounce into the living room followed by a Japanese man.
“What are you guys doing?” Feliciano asked with that innocent look on his face.
“Stupid America fell on me,” Matthew whispered, no one heard him and they just kept looking at Alfred.
Alfred scowled, “Matthew was being stubborn.”
Matthew threw his hands in the air, “What? You were the one trying to molest me!”
All this time Kiku was standing there but he suddenly burst into tears and ran out of the room sobbing and saying something that sounded like, “Baka, Alfred, baka!”
“Eh~ Why did Kiku run away?” Feliciano looked sad. “I want pasta~ American chips are too salty~”
Alfred and Matthew were still shirtless. Alfred sighed, “Fine, you can wear the shirt Wisconsin gave me.” He slipped his own shirt back on and went to find a said t-shirt.
---------------
A surprised Cali was sitting on the floor, not because he was tired or wanted to, but because a crying Japanese man had knocked him down while he was running out of his dad’s house. Cali paused for a second.
A. Crying. Japanese. Man.
The Japanese man that visited dad was Kiku. Regular people didn’t just burst into countries houses. Cali paused again.
Kiku was crying. At dad’s house. That bear thing was here so Uncle was here. Had they ganged up on Kiku? Maybe they told him his games were stupid. Of course the last time he had told his sister that her new gadget was useless she had practically killed him, and he didn’t think Kiku would get that emotional over something like that.
He walked into the living room and saw a shirtless Matthew trying to clean the table and an Italian that was leaning over Matthew’s shoulder asking him if ‘he could teach him the wresting move that he and Alfred were doing.’
Wresting? Cali thought. Dad cant wrestle. Then he noticed that the couch pillows were on the ground, and the salsa that Matthew was cleaning up. Oh. Oh.
Cali was very amused. So, Kiku thought Matthew and Alfred had that kind of relationship? He smiled at the Italian that had bounced over to him and was chattering away about food and sleeping, he was just glad Kiku wasn’t trying to mock Dad. His dad could be stupid, and dense, and cause problems that were really, really hard to fix, but he knew he didn’t want his dad to be mocked. He also didn’t want Kiku to be mocking Dad. Kiku was fun. He would have to find out exactly what the deal was.
Re: Conspiracy Theory 7/ idk
anonymous
July 16 2009, 05:51:25 UTC
Matthew opened his eyes. He wondered why exactly he was tied to a chair and blindfolded. The last thing he remembered seeing was his bears face. This . . . well this was not good. Matthew sighed; Alfred was probably playing a trick on his again. Of course the last “trick” involved three bottles of maple syrup, bees, feathers, and a video camera. He did not want something like that to happen again so he struggled with the ropes binding his hands together.
“Oh, you’re awake now,” Matthew stopped struggling at the sound of the voice.
“Kiku!” Matthew shouted. “It seems Alfred is bored again. You would think he has better things to do than tie up his brother, right? Ha ha ha.”
“Hmm,” the response of the Japanese man did not comfort Matthew at all. “Uh . . . Kiku?” Matthew was not comfortable right now. Not comfortable at all. “Would you mind untying me? The ropes are kind of bothering me.” HE laughed again, this time a much more awkward laugh.
“No.”
Matthew gasped. The Japanese man had said no! Usually when he didn’t want to do something he skirted around the issue, never ever giving a straight out rejection. This did not bode well for Matthew.
“Ah, did Alfred make you join his little plot?” Matthew was freaked out, but he was also curious. “Sometimes he comes up with these really weird ideas. He stuck his tongue to a pole once. That was quite amusing actually. Arthur had to come and he got all freaked out. Francis thought it was kind of funny.” Okay, now he was just babbling on. Luckily, Kiku decided to say something.
“You are here because you have been inappropriately involved with Alfred,” Kiku’s voice still sounded calm but the things he was saying threw Matthew off.
“What?” Matthew did not know how to respond. He wasn’t going to do “inappropriate” things with Alfred. Ew.
Kiku hissed.
“I saw you!”
Oh damn, Kiku had just raised his voice. Matthew was dead meat. He had better talk his way out of this one.
“K-kiku,” he started. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Alfred is like my brother. I was never involved with him.”
“Oh really?” Kiku’s voice was back to normal. Matthew gave an inward sigh of relief. Maybe he could go now. Kiku was still talking though. “Even if I believed you I couldn’t let you go,” Matthew did not like the way this was going. Matthew felt himself being pulled off the chair. He fell down with a small “oomph”.
“Hey! What are you-” a cloth was placed over his face. Matthew felt himself blacking out. When he awoke he still had ropes around his feet and hands but he wasn’t blindfolded anymore.
“Hey!” he yelled as his eyes adjusted to the lighting. “Let me out.” A voice answered, “No one comes here, no one will here you. If you keep yelling I will gag you.”
Kiku was crazy, Matthew decided. He looked around the room. It was filled with pictured if Alfred. Full of pictures of Alfred. Matthew leaned against the wall and groaned.
Alfred was still talking, “And when I told him that he got all annoyed. Then the told me that I am going to have to get some more culture before I dine with him again. Where do I buy culture anyway?”
As Alfred walked away muttering Cali’s gears were turning. Or rather he was putting two and two together, but whatever he was doing he had figured something out. He had read many more manga and even watched some anime since Full Metal Alchemist. Full Metal Alchemist, Ouran High School Host Club, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Code Geass, Perfect Girl Evolution, Fruits Basket, Naruto. They had something in common . . .in each one there had been at least one character that was this type. Cali liked to call it the “stupid type” but that character was not really stupid . . . more like dense. He had wanted to save the world, he had liked things his way, and he had a hair color that defiantly wasn’t Japanese. He was exactly like dad!
Cali mused over this realization for a bit . . . he wondered what exactly Kiku was thinking making his characters act like dad. Cali smiled to himself, not a kind smile that you would give to a child or a smile that you would greet your friend with; this was a sly, calculating smile. He wondered if he could get any money out of this.
---------------
**Cough cough** okay I felt like I should explain a couple of things. I decided to make the California’s ethnicities a bit ambiguous because California is very diverse. (Admits to being a Californian!Anon) And CA is having some serious money problems right now (who isn’t?) and actually wrote out IOU’s to the people it owes money to. And I am sorry I spent so much time and Cali finaly realized the connections between what he was reading and his daddy :3
Maybe he inherited the dense gene?
Reply
Me being from California I'm glad for his diverse appearance.
I guess California might have something to solve its budget crisis.
Reply
Reply
Silicon Valley felt like she seriously needed a break. First her brother had barged in on her when she was almost done with that new phone (it had high-def video and awesome sound quality) with something in his face she hadn’t seen since . . . well, since he had put that actor in charge of their state. He was hyped. Even the new president didn’t make him that excited. Silicon Valley wondered he had found more gold, but if he had why was he asking about Mr. Honda? And why, exactly, would Mr. Honda act weird around Alfred? She had only seen him act respectful, like he always was. She told Cali this.
Cali frowned, “He never seemed weird? He never seemed like he was mocking Dad? Or trying to make him look stupid?”
Okay, Silicon Valley was really confused. “No, of course not,” she answered. “Why would act weird around him?”
Cali seemed annoyed. Not my fault I cant answer insane questions, Silicon Valley thought.
Cali then brightened up suddenly, “See you ‘round sis!” he shouted and ran out the door.
“ . . . . Weird,” Silicon Valley went back to her phone. She wondered if she could make the phone any thinner, she would try.
---------------
“Um, Alfred that is not how hockey works. In fact I don’t know any sports where you can do that,” a bespectacled man in a red t-shirt with a white maple leaf in the middle of it was in the middle of trying to explain the rules of hockey to an annoyingly thickheaded American.
“Whatever Matt, it is boring,” Alfred was complaining. “Why don’t we go watch football? Football is fun. And it has people slamming into each other.”
The Canadian gave him a look that was asking “why, oh why, was he so stupid?” but the American didn’t notice. He had skipped over to the kitchen and was to busy pulling out a couple of beers out of the fridge with some salsa and chips.
“Hey, Al,” Matthew stared at the drink Alfred had plunked down in front of him. “How come you have alcohol? I know the drinking age in The U.S. is 21 and you’re 19.”
Alfred was trying to open the lid of the salsa jar, but he paused in his effort to answer his brother, “I had Francis whip me up a fake ID. (Stupid jar) And I am The United States of America. Why can’t I enjoy a drink now and again?”
By this time Alfred was really getting annoyed at the jar so when it finally opened it was positioned that a third of it splattered across the Canadian, a third went on the couch, and a third stayed in the jar like it should.
“Oh damn, I don’t have a change of clothes,” Mathew was looking sadly at the salsa across his nice while maple leaf. Even hamburgers would have been better than this mess.
“The Hero has extra clothes that you can borrow,” Alfred said. “Here you can take my shirt.” Alfred pulled off his shirt (that was blue with a bunch of stars splattered all over it. Matthew thought it was ridiculous.) and handed it to the Canadian, whose shirt was already off considering salsa is cold and does not feel good when on shirt. “Here.”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll just go home,” Matthew really did not want to wear something that looked like an enlarged version of first graders pajamas.
Reply
They hadn’t even heard a cute voice saying, “Ne, ne~ Is anyone home?” and a quieter voice telling the other one not to go into others houses. They also didn’t notice a small Italian bounce into the living room followed by a Japanese man.
“What are you guys doing?” Feliciano asked with that innocent look on his face.
“Stupid America fell on me,” Matthew whispered, no one heard him and they just kept looking at Alfred.
Alfred scowled, “Matthew was being stubborn.”
Matthew threw his hands in the air, “What? You were the one trying to molest me!”
All this time Kiku was standing there but he suddenly burst into tears and ran out of the room sobbing and saying something that sounded like, “Baka, Alfred, baka!”
“Eh~ Why did Kiku run away?” Feliciano looked sad. “I want pasta~ American chips are too salty~”
Alfred and Matthew were still shirtless. Alfred sighed, “Fine, you can wear the shirt Wisconsin gave me.” He slipped his own shirt back on and went to find a said t-shirt.
---------------
A surprised Cali was sitting on the floor, not because he was tired or wanted to, but because a crying Japanese man had knocked him down while he was running out of his dad’s house. Cali paused for a second.
A. Crying. Japanese. Man.
The Japanese man that visited dad was Kiku. Regular people didn’t just burst into countries houses. Cali paused again.
Kiku was crying. At dad’s house. That bear thing was here so Uncle was here. Had they ganged up on Kiku? Maybe they told him his games were stupid. Of course the last time he had told his sister that her new gadget was useless she had practically killed him, and he didn’t think Kiku would get that emotional over something like that.
He walked into the living room and saw a shirtless Matthew trying to clean the table and an Italian that was leaning over Matthew’s shoulder asking him if ‘he could teach him the wresting move that he and Alfred were doing.’
Wresting? Cali thought. Dad cant wrestle. Then he noticed that the couch pillows were on the ground, and the salsa that Matthew was cleaning up. Oh. Oh.
Cali was very amused. So, Kiku thought Matthew and Alfred had that kind of relationship? He smiled at the Italian that had bounced over to him and was chattering away about food and sleeping, he was just glad Kiku wasn’t trying to mock Dad. His dad could be stupid, and dense, and cause problems that were really, really hard to fix, but he knew he didn’t want his dad to be mocked. He also didn’t want Kiku to be mocking Dad. Kiku was fun. He would have to find out exactly what the deal was.
Reply
Please marry me, if not I understand.
Reply
Reply
“Oh, you’re awake now,” Matthew stopped struggling at the sound of the voice.
“Kiku!” Matthew shouted. “It seems Alfred is bored again. You would think he has better things to do than tie up his brother, right? Ha ha ha.”
“Hmm,” the response of the Japanese man did not comfort Matthew at all.
“Uh . . . Kiku?” Matthew was not comfortable right now. Not comfortable at all. “Would you mind untying me? The ropes are kind of bothering me.” HE laughed again, this time a much more awkward laugh.
“No.”
Matthew gasped. The Japanese man had said no! Usually when he didn’t want to do something he skirted around the issue, never ever giving a straight out rejection. This did not bode well for Matthew.
“Ah, did Alfred make you join his little plot?” Matthew was freaked out, but he was also curious. “Sometimes he comes up with these really weird ideas. He stuck his tongue to a pole once. That was quite amusing actually. Arthur had to come and he got all freaked out. Francis thought it was kind of funny.” Okay, now he was just babbling on. Luckily, Kiku decided to say something.
“You are here because you have been inappropriately involved with Alfred,” Kiku’s voice still sounded calm but the things he was saying threw Matthew off.
“What?” Matthew did not know how to respond. He wasn’t going to do “inappropriate” things with Alfred. Ew.
Kiku hissed.
“I saw you!”
Oh damn, Kiku had just raised his voice. Matthew was dead meat. He had better talk his way out of this one.
“K-kiku,” he started. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Alfred is like my brother. I was never involved with him.”
“Oh really?” Kiku’s voice was back to normal. Matthew gave an inward sigh of relief. Maybe he could go now. Kiku was still talking though.
“Even if I believed you I couldn’t let you go,” Matthew did not like the way this was going. Matthew felt himself being pulled off the chair. He fell down with a small “oomph”.
“Hey! What are you-” a cloth was placed over his face. Matthew felt himself blacking out. When he awoke he still had ropes around his feet and hands but he wasn’t blindfolded anymore.
“Hey!” he yelled as his eyes adjusted to the lighting. “Let me out.”
A voice answered, “No one comes here, no one will here you. If you keep yelling I will gag you.”
Kiku was crazy, Matthew decided. He looked around the room. It was filled with pictured if Alfred. Full of pictures of Alfred. Matthew leaned against the wall and groaned.
“Oh damn . . . ”
Reply
Leave a comment