[fanfic] It's in the water
Title: It's in the water
Author/Artist: Me, and this is getting old
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Many? Almost all? APH cast, we can say. You'll probably find most of them in here. Prussia, even, if you want to see him...
Rating: R for suggetive... stuff?
Warnings: Much implied, nothing said
Summary: A world conference gone very, very wrong. Or...? And someone's to blame.
Marissa Levington, 32, single and freelancing journalist gone to get some material on the world conference stood, like frozen to the ground-no, like TURNED TO STONE, in the doorway. The sight inside the spacious conference room was, to say the least, shocking. Heck, it rivaled the magnitude of BOTH the atomic bombs dropped over Japanese soil in the Second World War It wasn’t quite a war zone, but it COULD HAVE BEEN.
Normally, a person will blink on reflex to not dry out the eye, but this scene was so captivating that the poor reporter would probably go blind from the lack of blinking. And she wasn’t sure if this was a good last scene to have etched onto your mental retina for the rest of your blackened life. BUT IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO LOOK AWAY, DAMN IT.
The room was in utter chaos. Papers were strewn everywhere, lying both in places they were expected to... and not so expected to. Some chairs were overturned. A painting hang a bit on an end.
No, it was not the Third World War that had been commenced in here. The cause, or causes, of all this was still in the darned room. Both for better and for worse.
France had England up on the table, pinning him down while the Brit hugged the Frenchman’s waist with his legs, feet crossed over the small of the other’s back. The kiss was, to say the least, passionate with a level of fiery that would make Hell seem cool.
Right beside the large, almost floor to ceiling, window, China was suspended up against a wall, wrists tied together with a scar whose other half still twirled around Russia’s neck. Also here were there legs hugging a waist while the Russian worked at a furious pace with the Asian’s clothes.
Unknown why to the poor reporter, Hong Kong, Taiwan and Seychelles were off in a corner. The two girls were literally all over the city. Why he was here when China already was wasn’t the first question that would come to mind when seeing this room. If you catch my drift.
Off on a couch, the Republic of Cuba was, quite literally... AGAIN, eating his fill of his northern friend. Something the United States didn’t seem too fond off but had a hard time giving up on the hot mouth of South Korea (of all people) to go stop it. Canada himself didn’t seem to mind much.
Somewhere in the mass of odd couples and writhing limbs were Japan and Greece. The Greek in a much more undressed state than his Asian friend, though still seemed to retain the upper hand. While Turkey was being rather busy, not too far away, with feasting upon Ukraine’s voluptuous chest... Worthy of mentioning was that they were ON the table, rather in the middle almost. How that match came to be made would still be a wonder in years to come.
In yet another part of the room, Belgium was busy with pulling Liechtenstein slowly into a seducing kiss, Switzerland, who sat between the other chocolate nation’s legs, all the while creeping lower over her stomach with his tongue.
Vietnam and Thailand were somewhere on the side, holding down Australia which didn’t seem to have much of a problem with being assaulted by the two southeast Asian nations. The southern island nation’s shirt was, curiously, nowhere to be seen but his hat sat, innocently, at Vietnam’s head... while, say, her hands weren’t being as innocent.
Somewhere else, Sweden was pinning down Norway, which would’ve been a surprise if it wasn’t for the nation’s fervent reply to the larger nation’s kisses and for the fact that Finland didn’t seem to mind. The aforementioned nation was himself currently very busy with Estonia. And if one looked closer, it was a good question of who was having the upper hand. Estonia from below or Finland from above.
Two that were surprising everyone (that was looking... which weren’t many, or none if you excluded the reporter), was Denmark and Latvia. The little Baltic nation was on top of the other... and seemingly dominating the situation.
The last of the Baltics was off on another couch, a bit on the sides, making some progress, although slow and sweet, with none other than a not so murderous (for the moment) Belarus. While, surprise, surprise, Germany was busy topping Lithuania’s small blond companion. Poland didn’t seem to mind much though...
North Italy was off with his brother, both of them focusing on torturing Spain... who had Portugal at his back. The nation did have part of his attention on South Italy too though, which eased the situation a bit for the Spaniard, what with three people assaulting him.
Despite the fact that Austria and Hungary were supposed to be at the conference, they couldn’t be found in the room. Well, at least not at first glance... but at second, if you looked closely, you would notice that someone was below the long rectangular table.
To short it all down, you get the picture, don’t you? ...Right?
The only nation who was meant to be there but not accounted for (although one could lose themselves while taking the whole sight in and forget about that little detail) was a small northern island. Iceland was sitting, huddled, in the far corner of the conference room’s tiny kitchen, which was used for impromptu food or drink preparations when the meeting was in mid-session. The white haired nation was sitting with his hands over his ears, silently promising himself that as soon as he was able to get out of here, he would go after Greenland and chew her out for that special, SPECIAL INDEED!, mineral water she had supplied. He was sure she hadn’t known about THIS certain property though... Or at least he HOPED she hadn’t. For her own sake. Because he might just nag her ears off while everyone else in the conference room might do worse.
Seriously, what kind of mineral water did Greenland have that contained such a massive amount of a completely ravenous, or was that raging mad, aphrodisiac?
Author/Artist: Me, and this is getting old
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Many? Almost all? APH cast, we can say. You'll probably find most of them in here. Prussia, even, if you want to see him...
Rating: R for suggetive... stuff?
Warnings: Much implied, nothing said
Summary: A world conference gone very, very wrong. Or...? And someone's to blame.
Marissa Levington, 32, single and freelancing journalist gone to get some material on the world conference stood, like frozen to the ground-no, like TURNED TO STONE, in the doorway. The sight inside the spacious conference room was, to say the least, shocking. Heck, it rivaled the magnitude of BOTH the atomic bombs dropped over Japanese soil in the Second World War It wasn’t quite a war zone, but it COULD HAVE BEEN.
Normally, a person will blink on reflex to not dry out the eye, but this scene was so captivating that the poor reporter would probably go blind from the lack of blinking. And she wasn’t sure if this was a good last scene to have etched onto your mental retina for the rest of your blackened life. BUT IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO LOOK AWAY, DAMN IT.
The room was in utter chaos. Papers were strewn everywhere, lying both in places they were expected to... and not so expected to. Some chairs were overturned. A painting hang a bit on an end.
No, it was not the Third World War that had been commenced in here. The cause, or causes, of all this was still in the darned room. Both for better and for worse.
France had England up on the table, pinning him down while the Brit hugged the Frenchman’s waist with his legs, feet crossed over the small of the other’s back. The kiss was, to say the least, passionate with a level of fiery that would make Hell seem cool.
Right beside the large, almost floor to ceiling, window, China was suspended up against a wall, wrists tied together with a scar whose other half still twirled around Russia’s neck. Also here were there legs hugging a waist while the Russian worked at a furious pace with the Asian’s clothes.
Unknown why to the poor reporter, Hong Kong, Taiwan and Seychelles were off in a corner. The two girls were literally all over the city. Why he was here when China already was wasn’t the first question that would come to mind when seeing this room. If you catch my drift.
Off on a couch, the Republic of Cuba was, quite literally... AGAIN, eating his fill of his northern friend. Something the United States didn’t seem too fond off but had a hard time giving up on the hot mouth of South Korea (of all people) to go stop it. Canada himself didn’t seem to mind much.
Somewhere in the mass of odd couples and writhing limbs were Japan and Greece. The Greek in a much more undressed state than his Asian friend, though still seemed to retain the upper hand. While Turkey was being rather busy, not too far away, with feasting upon Ukraine’s voluptuous chest... Worthy of mentioning was that they were ON the table, rather in the middle almost. How that match came to be made would still be a wonder in years to come.
In yet another part of the room, Belgium was busy with pulling Liechtenstein slowly into a seducing kiss, Switzerland, who sat between the other chocolate nation’s legs, all the while creeping lower over her stomach with his tongue.
Vietnam and Thailand were somewhere on the side, holding down Australia which didn’t seem to have much of a problem with being assaulted by the two southeast Asian nations. The southern island nation’s shirt was, curiously, nowhere to be seen but his hat sat, innocently, at Vietnam’s head... while, say, her hands weren’t being as innocent.
Somewhere else, Sweden was pinning down Norway, which would’ve been a surprise if it wasn’t for the nation’s fervent reply to the larger nation’s kisses and for the fact that Finland didn’t seem to mind. The aforementioned nation was himself currently very busy with Estonia. And if one looked closer, it was a good question of who was having the upper hand. Estonia from below or Finland from above.
Two that were surprising everyone (that was looking... which weren’t many, or none if you excluded the reporter), was Denmark and Latvia. The little Baltic nation was on top of the other... and seemingly dominating the situation.
The last of the Baltics was off on another couch, a bit on the sides, making some progress, although slow and sweet, with none other than a not so murderous (for the moment) Belarus. While, surprise, surprise, Germany was busy topping Lithuania’s small blond companion. Poland didn’t seem to mind much though...
North Italy was off with his brother, both of them focusing on torturing Spain... who had Portugal at his back. The nation did have part of his attention on South Italy too though, which eased the situation a bit for the Spaniard, what with three people assaulting him.
Despite the fact that Austria and Hungary were supposed to be at the conference, they couldn’t be found in the room. Well, at least not at first glance... but at second, if you looked closely, you would notice that someone was below the long rectangular table.
To short it all down, you get the picture, don’t you? ...Right?
The only nation who was meant to be there but not accounted for (although one could lose themselves while taking the whole sight in and forget about that little detail) was a small northern island. Iceland was sitting, huddled, in the far corner of the conference room’s tiny kitchen, which was used for impromptu food or drink preparations when the meeting was in mid-session. The white haired nation was sitting with his hands over his ears, silently promising himself that as soon as he was able to get out of here, he would go after Greenland and chew her out for that special, SPECIAL INDEED!, mineral water she had supplied. He was sure she hadn’t known about THIS certain property though... Or at least he HOPED she hadn’t. For her own sake. Because he might just nag her ears off while everyone else in the conference room might do worse.
Seriously, what kind of mineral water did Greenland have that contained such a massive amount of a completely ravenous, or was that raging mad, aphrodisiac?