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Goddamnthisistooaddicting.
The Parrot Prince
conquistador!Spain was walking through a damaged meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a lopsided little parrot lying under a tree.
conquistador!Spain skipped over to see the dear thing and was puffy to find that he was hurt! A spoon had pierced his squeamish little wrist and he whimpered elegantly with the pain.
"My fertile little friend," conquistador!Spain said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the spoon, as rudely as he could. The parrot cried out and conquistador!Spain's heart ached, like a cannonball speeding toward its target. "You'll be all right," conquistador!Spain whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you pirate!UK and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping pirate!UK up in his arms, conquistador!Spain carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, conquistador!Spain nursed pirate!UK, cleaning his wrist and feeding him Feather-brand parrot chow.
On the eighth night, pirate!UK climbed into bed with conquistador!Spain. He burrowed under the covers and hungrily wriggled conquistador!Spain's vital regions. It made conquistador!Spain giggle and he cuddled close to pirate!UK, stroking his chin and singing wildly to him.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, conquistador!Spain hurried home so he could curl up with pirate!UK. It gave him a hellish feeling whenever pirate!UK wriggled his vital regions.
Then one night, pirate!UK looked up at conquistador!Spain and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a vigorous prince."
conquistador!Spain screamed correctly, he was so surprised. How could a parrot talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," pirate!UK said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," conquistador!Spain said and kissed pirate!UK on his chin. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a vigorous prince! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Prince pirate!UK," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" conquistador!Spain said.
"See?" pirate!UK said and showed conquistador!Spain the scar from the spoon on his wrist. Then he kissed conquistador!Spain and they tumbled inside a cave and did a lot of very lewd things, some of them involving a possessive tomato.
"I love you," pirate!UK said when they were done. conquistador!Spain clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure pirate!UK had stashed away.
And if pirate!UK didn't know about conquistador!Spain's visits to the parrot sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.
Vigorous Love
conquistador!Spain finished packing. Ever since pirate!UK, his own true love, had been lost at sea, conquistador!Spain had been damaged.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing wriggled him, all was fertile. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going inside a cave to become a puffy tomato.
Just then, there was a lewd knock at the door. conquistador!Spain opened it and stood there hungrily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his chin.
When conquistador!Spain came to, pirate!UK was holding his vital regions and looking lopsided. "My love," pirate!UK said rudely, "I'm sorry for the squeamish shock. I've been shipwrecked on a hellish island for the last ten years, living like a cannonball speeding toward its target. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my wrist in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
conquistador!Spain could hardly believe his pirate!UK had returned. "I will always love you, wrist or no wrist. Besides, you can cover it up with a feather."
They embraced elegantly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was possessive.
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And these next ones were for whoever was at the IRC at the time. xD
The Adventure Of The Deer
Denmark and Norway were out for a tight Valentine's walk above the shores. As they went, Norway rested his hand on Denmark's vital regions. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so soaked, Denmark was filled with fluffy dread.
"Do you suppose it's loyal here?" he asked carefully.
"You hardened silly," Norway said, tickling Denmark with his hook. "It's completely lousy."
Just then, an extravagant deer leapt out from behind a cross and fled Norway in the chest. "Aaargh!" Norway screamed.
Things looked cute. But Denmark, although he was righteous, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a lantern and, like a fisherman reeling in his catch, beat the deer smoothly until it ran off. "That will teach you to knock innocent people."
Then he clasped Norway close. Norway was bleeding horrendously. "My darling," Denmark said, and pressed his lips to Norway's brow.
"I love you," Norway said swiftly, and expired in Denmark's arms.
Denmark never loved again.
A Fluffy Occurrence
Denmark paced up and down, jiggling his brow. His very good friend, Mary Sue Lantern, had arranged to meet him here above the shores. "I have something soaked to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Lantern was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Denmark expected to see her bounce up, her righteous hair streaming behind her and her loyal eyes aglow.
Denmark heard footsteps, but they seemed rather tight for a delicate and cute girl like Mary Sue Lantern, whose tread was lousy. He turned around and found Norway staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Norway said courageously. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Denmark had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so horrendously. "Mary Sue Lantern asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Norway, his vital regions began to throb smoothly.
"Oh," Norway said, swiftly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Denmark said and caught Norway by his chest. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Norway said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a fisherman reeling in his catch.
From behind a cross, Mary Sue Lantern watched with an extravagant light in her hardened eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Denmark/Norway". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the deer from extinction.
I Saw Norway Kissing Santa Claus
(Thoughts: ... would that mean Finland? And Sweden's left out of the Scandiparty?)
Denmark woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one fluffy box that looked like a hook.
Then Denmark noticed that Norway was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Denmark thought that he would surprise Norway. Maybe even sneak up behind him and knock him on his righteous vital regions. That always made Norway tight.
Denmark crept courageously down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its hardened lights, and the presents, heaped up smoothly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Norway. Kissing someone.
Denmark was so angry, he picked up a cross from a table and threw it horrendously above the shores.
They both looked around.
"Norway, you lousy deer!" Denmark yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Denmark looked and then rubbed his brow and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Norway said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a loyal kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Denmark said swiftly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be extravagant."
That seemed reasonable. Denmark went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a fisherman reeling in his catch. He made Denmark's chest feel all soaked.
"You see?" Norway said carefully and Denmark saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
Extravagant Love
Denmark finished packing. Ever since Norway, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Denmark had been righteous.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing fled him, all was hardened. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going above the shores to become a loyal lantern.
Just then, there was a fluffy knock at the door. Denmark opened it and stood there smoothly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his brow.
When Denmark came to, Norway was holding his chest and looking tight. "My love," Norway said courageously, "I'm sorry for the lousy shock. I've been shipwrecked on a cute island for the last ten years, living like a fisherman reeling in his catch. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my vital regions in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Denmark could hardly believe his Norway had returned. "I will always love you, vital regions or no vital regions. Besides, you can cover it up with a hook."
They embraced carefully and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was soaked.
The Peaceful Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, England and Iceland went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and England hit Iceland in his vital regions with a big dull iceball. It hurt a lot, but England kissed it anxiously and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really ruthless snow man!" England said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Iceland said. "That would be more chaotic and politically correct."
"I know," England said. "We can make a snow goose. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up roughly and made a vulgar snow goose. England put on a carpet for the ear. The goose was almost as big as Iceland.
"It looks flowery," England said gracefully. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Iceland said and held up a tidy case. "I found this over the mountains." He put the case onto the goose's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the goose, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a bishop chanting his prayers.
Iceland screamed merrily and ran but the snow goose chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow goose wrapped him wearily.
"Nobody does that to my little Bashful Rope," England screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow goose through the knee. It fell down and England kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Iceland said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The case lay in the yard until a jagged child picked it up and took it home.
A Tidy Day To Tuck
Iceland stepped wearily out into the chaotic sunshine, and admired England's vital regions. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a flowery sight."
England climbed off the carpet and walked gracefully across the grass to greet his lover. Iceland patted England on the ear and then tried to tuck him anxiously, but without success.
"That's all right," England said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not dull," Iceland. "Not as dull as the time we wrapped over the mountains."
England nodded merrily. "We were peaceful back in those days."
"Our knees were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Iceland said. "Everything seems jagged and bashful when you're young."
"Of course," England said. "But now we're vulgar, we can still have fun. If we go about it roughly."
"Roughly?" Iceland said . "But how?"
"With this," England said and held out a ruthless case. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to tuck."
Iceland swallowed the case at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to tuck roughly. They wrapped like a bishop chanting his prayers. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
*And then ~*
Used this site to generate the following stories
Goddamnthisistooaddicting.
The Parrot Prince
conquistador!Spain was walking through a damaged meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a lopsided little parrot lying under a tree.
conquistador!Spain skipped over to see the dear thing and was puffy to find that he was hurt! A spoon had pierced his squeamish little wrist and he whimpered elegantly with the pain.
"My fertile little friend," conquistador!Spain said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the spoon, as rudely as he could. The parrot cried out and conquistador!Spain's heart ached, like a cannonball speeding toward its target. "You'll be all right," conquistador!Spain whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you pirate!UK and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping pirate!UK up in his arms, conquistador!Spain carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, conquistador!Spain nursed pirate!UK, cleaning his wrist and feeding him Feather-brand parrot chow.
On the eighth night, pirate!UK climbed into bed with conquistador!Spain. He burrowed under the covers and hungrily wriggled conquistador!Spain's vital regions. It made conquistador!Spain giggle and he cuddled close to pirate!UK, stroking his chin and singing wildly to him.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, conquistador!Spain hurried home so he could curl up with pirate!UK. It gave him a hellish feeling whenever pirate!UK wriggled his vital regions.
Then one night, pirate!UK looked up at conquistador!Spain and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a vigorous prince."
conquistador!Spain screamed correctly, he was so surprised. How could a parrot talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," pirate!UK said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," conquistador!Spain said and kissed pirate!UK on his chin. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a vigorous prince! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Prince pirate!UK," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" conquistador!Spain said.
"See?" pirate!UK said and showed conquistador!Spain the scar from the spoon on his wrist. Then he kissed conquistador!Spain and they tumbled inside a cave and did a lot of very lewd things, some of them involving a possessive tomato.
"I love you," pirate!UK said when they were done. conquistador!Spain clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure pirate!UK had stashed away.
And if pirate!UK didn't know about conquistador!Spain's visits to the parrot sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.
Vigorous Love
conquistador!Spain finished packing. Ever since pirate!UK, his own true love, had been lost at sea, conquistador!Spain had been damaged.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing wriggled him, all was fertile. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going inside a cave to become a puffy tomato.
Just then, there was a lewd knock at the door. conquistador!Spain opened it and stood there hungrily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his chin.
When conquistador!Spain came to, pirate!UK was holding his vital regions and looking lopsided. "My love," pirate!UK said rudely, "I'm sorry for the squeamish shock. I've been shipwrecked on a hellish island for the last ten years, living like a cannonball speeding toward its target. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my wrist in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
conquistador!Spain could hardly believe his pirate!UK had returned. "I will always love you, wrist or no wrist. Besides, you can cover it up with a feather."
They embraced elegantly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was possessive.
====
And these next ones were for whoever was at the IRC at the time. xD
The Adventure Of The Deer
Denmark and Norway were out for a tight Valentine's walk above the shores. As they went, Norway rested his hand on Denmark's vital regions. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so soaked, Denmark was filled with fluffy dread.
"Do you suppose it's loyal here?" he asked carefully.
"You hardened silly," Norway said, tickling Denmark with his hook. "It's completely lousy."
Just then, an extravagant deer leapt out from behind a cross and fled Norway in the chest. "Aaargh!" Norway screamed.
Things looked cute. But Denmark, although he was righteous, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a lantern and, like a fisherman reeling in his catch, beat the deer smoothly until it ran off. "That will teach you to knock innocent people."
Then he clasped Norway close. Norway was bleeding horrendously. "My darling," Denmark said, and pressed his lips to Norway's brow.
"I love you," Norway said swiftly, and expired in Denmark's arms.
Denmark never loved again.
A Fluffy Occurrence
Denmark paced up and down, jiggling his brow. His very good friend, Mary Sue Lantern, had arranged to meet him here above the shores. "I have something soaked to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Lantern was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Denmark expected to see her bounce up, her righteous hair streaming behind her and her loyal eyes aglow.
Denmark heard footsteps, but they seemed rather tight for a delicate and cute girl like Mary Sue Lantern, whose tread was lousy. He turned around and found Norway staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Norway said courageously. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Denmark had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so horrendously. "Mary Sue Lantern asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Norway, his vital regions began to throb smoothly.
"Oh," Norway said, swiftly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Denmark said and caught Norway by his chest. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Norway said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a fisherman reeling in his catch.
From behind a cross, Mary Sue Lantern watched with an extravagant light in her hardened eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Denmark/Norway". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the deer from extinction.
I Saw Norway Kissing Santa Claus
(Thoughts: ... would that mean Finland? And Sweden's left out of the Scandiparty?)
Denmark woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one fluffy box that looked like a hook.
Then Denmark noticed that Norway was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Denmark thought that he would surprise Norway. Maybe even sneak up behind him and knock him on his righteous vital regions. That always made Norway tight.
Denmark crept courageously down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its hardened lights, and the presents, heaped up smoothly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Norway. Kissing someone.
Denmark was so angry, he picked up a cross from a table and threw it horrendously above the shores.
They both looked around.
"Norway, you lousy deer!" Denmark yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Denmark looked and then rubbed his brow and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Norway said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a loyal kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Denmark said swiftly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be extravagant."
That seemed reasonable. Denmark went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a fisherman reeling in his catch. He made Denmark's chest feel all soaked.
"You see?" Norway said carefully and Denmark saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
Extravagant Love
Denmark finished packing. Ever since Norway, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Denmark had been righteous.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing fled him, all was hardened. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going above the shores to become a loyal lantern.
Just then, there was a fluffy knock at the door. Denmark opened it and stood there smoothly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his brow.
When Denmark came to, Norway was holding his chest and looking tight. "My love," Norway said courageously, "I'm sorry for the lousy shock. I've been shipwrecked on a cute island for the last ten years, living like a fisherman reeling in his catch. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my vital regions in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Denmark could hardly believe his Norway had returned. "I will always love you, vital regions or no vital regions. Besides, you can cover it up with a hook."
They embraced carefully and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was soaked.
The Peaceful Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, England and Iceland went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and England hit Iceland in his vital regions with a big dull iceball. It hurt a lot, but England kissed it anxiously and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really ruthless snow man!" England said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Iceland said. "That would be more chaotic and politically correct."
"I know," England said. "We can make a snow goose. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up roughly and made a vulgar snow goose. England put on a carpet for the ear. The goose was almost as big as Iceland.
"It looks flowery," England said gracefully. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Iceland said and held up a tidy case. "I found this over the mountains." He put the case onto the goose's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the goose, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a bishop chanting his prayers.
Iceland screamed merrily and ran but the snow goose chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow goose wrapped him wearily.
"Nobody does that to my little Bashful Rope," England screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow goose through the knee. It fell down and England kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Iceland said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The case lay in the yard until a jagged child picked it up and took it home.
A Tidy Day To Tuck
Iceland stepped wearily out into the chaotic sunshine, and admired England's vital regions. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a flowery sight."
England climbed off the carpet and walked gracefully across the grass to greet his lover. Iceland patted England on the ear and then tried to tuck him anxiously, but without success.
"That's all right," England said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not dull," Iceland. "Not as dull as the time we wrapped over the mountains."
England nodded merrily. "We were peaceful back in those days."
"Our knees were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Iceland said. "Everything seems jagged and bashful when you're young."
"Of course," England said. "But now we're vulgar, we can still have fun. If we go about it roughly."
"Roughly?" Iceland said . "But how?"
"With this," England said and held out a ruthless case. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to tuck."
Iceland swallowed the case at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to tuck roughly. They wrapped like a bishop chanting his prayers. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
*And then ~*