You thought éclairs were innocent. 1/?
anonymous
July 18 2009, 00:34:54 UTC
It wasn't hard to guess that Italy would be the first one to get bored. Or rather, the first one to get distracted enough to search for something else to concentrate on. Which today was the fact that some whipped creme from the éclair that Germany had eaten before the meeting was still on his face, a tiny white spot about one inch left of his nose. The dot jumped each time Ludwig got louder, and the brown haired nation's eyes followed it, wondering if cream could get sick from too much jumping around.
From the other side of the table, Poland watched Italy. Or rather, he stared into the air imagining ponies bursting through the window and running over the table, knocking out first Germany so the speech would be over and then Russia, and then trample Russia down, and then maybe they could tie him up and tie to one of the horses and let them drag him around until he would have a really sore ass or maybe die if they got lucky...
But his rather bloody fantasies were cut short when he spotted his Italian friend, head idly in his hands, observing his friend/partner/lover/babysitter/whatever. Not even Poland and Romano and most certainly the two nations themselves weren't sure about that. Anyway, as the Slavic nation realized... It was not the man in general that Veneziano watched, it was his mouth.
Poland had never understood how his friend could, of all people, fall in love with that ...jerk... Germany. There were other words, but no need to use them here, a good Catholic should not curse. Much. Plus Germany was Italy's... whatever.
But seeing Italy tracing the line of the larger nation's lips with his eyes... made Poland think about Liet's. And how it would be to trace his finger over them, slowly, feeling how soft they were, the little cracks from the cold winter air outside there but less than before Poland had started to take care of Lithuania's beauty care. How hot they always were... And then let his fingers wander further, behind the lips and brush over his lover's teeth, until they slightly parted and he could poke Lithuania's tongue. He knew how Lithuania liked to let his tongue slide over the a bit longer than normal male and perfectly manicured nails.
Just that right now, that was not exactly possible. Least with Russia right next to them. Which totally wasn't fair at all.
Poland would not accept this situation. Because he, like, totally should be able and allowed to touch his former partner. If not his lips, at least somewhere else, where Russia wouldn't notice. After all the only thing that he wanted was to make Liet feel good. And that could hardly be a foul deed, could it?
Re: You thought éclairs were innocent. 1/?
anonymous
July 18 2009, 03:26:16 UTC
Not OP, but loving this so far! Is this going to be like a chain reaction all the way through, in which the previous nation's actions lead to the next nation fantasizing?
ILU. iluiluilu This is going to be so much fun! Did I hear China/Russia? ohoho! yessss I also love one-sided Russia/America and onesided...anything actually. I'm totaly not picky about pairings which is why I didn't specify. Let the imagination run free. Freee! Like Poland's magical ponies.
From the other side of the table, Poland watched Italy. Or rather, he stared into the air imagining ponies bursting through the window and running over the table, knocking out first Germany so the speech would be over and then Russia, and then trample Russia down, and then maybe they could tie him up and tie to one of the horses and let them drag him around until he would have a really sore ass or maybe die if they got lucky...
But his rather bloody fantasies were cut short when he spotted his Italian friend, head idly in his hands, observing his friend/partner/lover/babysitter/whatever. Not even Poland and Romano and most certainly the two nations themselves weren't sure about that. Anyway, as the Slavic nation realized... It was not the man in general that Veneziano watched, it was his mouth.
Poland had never understood how his friend could, of all people, fall in love with that ...jerk... Germany. There were other words, but no need to use them here, a good Catholic should not curse. Much. Plus Germany was Italy's... whatever.
But seeing Italy tracing the line of the larger nation's lips with his eyes... made Poland think about Liet's. And how it would be to trace his finger over them, slowly, feeling how soft they were, the little cracks from the cold winter air outside there but less than before Poland had started to take care of Lithuania's beauty care. How hot they always were... And then let his fingers wander further, behind the lips and brush over his lover's teeth, until they slightly parted and he could poke Lithuania's tongue. He knew how Lithuania liked to let his tongue slide over the a bit longer than normal male and perfectly manicured nails.
Just that right now, that was not exactly possible. Least with Russia right next to them. Which totally wasn't fair at all.
Poland would not accept this situation. Because he, like, totally should be able and allowed to touch his former partner. If not his lips, at least somewhere else, where Russia wouldn't notice. After all the only thing that he wanted was to make Liet feel good. And that could hardly be a foul deed, could it?
[Pairings so far: GerIta, PolLit]
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Oh man. Russia/China please?
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A little bit different from normal, maybe, but it will certainly be there. I hope you're not opposed to China/Russia, either?
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This is going to be so much fun! Did I hear China/Russia? ohoho! yessss I also love one-sided Russia/America and onesided...anything actually. I'm totaly not picky about pairings which is why I didn't specify. Let the imagination run free. Freee! Like Poland's magical ponies.
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