Chains? (I don't know what to call this) Part 1
Title: Chains(for right now, if you have a better title please suggest one!)
Rating: This part? pg-13 Rest of fic: I have no idea, I haven't written it yet.
Warnings: None in this part, except for what your imagination can come up with.
Characters: Denmark, mentions of England, Prussia and Germany
Summary: Denmark goes looking for Germany's porn, but finds something that he didn't see coming.
Disclaimer: Je n'ai pas, n'être jammais. (I don't own, never will.....is what I was trying to say....)
This is my first time writing something like this, so...Sorry for the shortness.
The office was as he expected it to be, immaculate. There were no papers on the desk, just a handful of pens- of different colors - in a container. The walls were of a ghostly white and had nothing on them. Denmark headed over to the cabinets at the back of the room, shoes scruffing into the harsh surface of the standard, industrial carpet. Denmark tugged a drawer, expecting it to be locked, only to be surprised since it came open easily. Getting over it, he started rummaging through them, tossing papers on the ground. He was in Germany's office because of a dare from England and Prussia. He had to wonder exactly why Germany would hide porn in an unlocked office cabinet. He didn't find anything in the first cabinet, nor the second. The third yielded a set of VCR tapes. Denmark didn't realize that people still used those.
"This must be some old porn Germany's got," He rolled his eyes and put the tapes into his satchel, before swinging it over his shoulder. He cast a glance around the room. Papers were scattered everywhere. Briefly, he wondered if he should attempt to organize them and then decided against it. He'll probably think it was the cleaning staff or something. He walked out the door without a backward glance, leaving the door open.
He wondered if he should call Prussia and England as he opened the door of his house, but then decided against it. The tapes could be conference recordings for all he knew. He tossed his keys onto the hall table, locked the door behind him, set the satchel down and then hung up his coat. He kicked off his shoes and bent down to remove his socks. His stomach grumbled.
"I'll eat later....I'll watch these first, just incase they turn out to be conference tapes." He picked up the satchel and walked into the living room. He was glad he had a VCR hooked up, Estonia refused to give him tech support anymore, and popped the the first tape in.
Seven hours later he had watched all of the tapes. Denmark got up, staggered into the bathroom and threw up. He slumped to the ground, little tremors in his shoulders. I didn't know you could do that with a picture frame! These tapes have to be fake. There is no way that could have happened. Denmark went back into the living room, sat down and pressed play again.
He didn't make it through the first tape without throwing up again. However, he had heard enough to discern that it was real. He slumped against the bathroom cabinet. What do I do now?
I hope I got Denmark's characterization correct....
Rating: This part? pg-13 Rest of fic: I have no idea, I haven't written it yet.
Warnings: None in this part, except for what your imagination can come up with.
Characters: Denmark, mentions of England, Prussia and Germany
Summary: Denmark goes looking for Germany's porn, but finds something that he didn't see coming.
Disclaimer: Je n'ai pas, n'être jammais. (I don't own, never will.....is what I was trying to say....)
This is my first time writing something like this, so...Sorry for the shortness.
The office was as he expected it to be, immaculate. There were no papers on the desk, just a handful of pens- of different colors - in a container. The walls were of a ghostly white and had nothing on them. Denmark headed over to the cabinets at the back of the room, shoes scruffing into the harsh surface of the standard, industrial carpet. Denmark tugged a drawer, expecting it to be locked, only to be surprised since it came open easily. Getting over it, he started rummaging through them, tossing papers on the ground. He was in Germany's office because of a dare from England and Prussia. He had to wonder exactly why Germany would hide porn in an unlocked office cabinet. He didn't find anything in the first cabinet, nor the second. The third yielded a set of VCR tapes. Denmark didn't realize that people still used those.
"This must be some old porn Germany's got," He rolled his eyes and put the tapes into his satchel, before swinging it over his shoulder. He cast a glance around the room. Papers were scattered everywhere. Briefly, he wondered if he should attempt to organize them and then decided against it. He'll probably think it was the cleaning staff or something. He walked out the door without a backward glance, leaving the door open.
He wondered if he should call Prussia and England as he opened the door of his house, but then decided against it. The tapes could be conference recordings for all he knew. He tossed his keys onto the hall table, locked the door behind him, set the satchel down and then hung up his coat. He kicked off his shoes and bent down to remove his socks. His stomach grumbled.
"I'll eat later....I'll watch these first, just incase they turn out to be conference tapes." He picked up the satchel and walked into the living room. He was glad he had a VCR hooked up, Estonia refused to give him tech support anymore, and popped the the first tape in.
Seven hours later he had watched all of the tapes. Denmark got up, staggered into the bathroom and threw up. He slumped to the ground, little tremors in his shoulders. I didn't know you could do that with a picture frame! These tapes have to be fake. There is no way that could have happened. Denmark went back into the living room, sat down and pressed play again.
He didn't make it through the first tape without throwing up again. However, he had heard enough to discern that it was real. He slumped against the bathroom cabinet. What do I do now?
I hope I got Denmark's characterization correct....