♦ álom másodszor ( dream )
Warnings: YAOI. Also awfulness.
Effects: Excitement. You will watch this and you will be overcome with excitement.
Hungary, dressed as a maid and holding a mop and bucket, is walking down a hallway. Suddenly she turns her head, as though she hears a sound, and opens a door that might not have been there a second ago- it's a dream, who knows how these things work. Her eyes go wide.
On the other side of the door are Switzerland and Austria. "Ahh- n-no!" says Austria, blushing like a schoolgirl, as he puts his hand dramatically to his forehead. "This is most improper, for you see-"
Suddenly Spain appears. He is dressed like a matador. "No lo toques!" Spain says. It should be noted that Hungary doesn't actually speak Spanish, but it doesn't matter if the grammar is incorrect, because the passion is completely correct! He wrestles Switzerland off the (still blushing) Austria, and then they wrestle about on the floor, punching one another. Austria swoons. While Switzerland and Spain are wrestling/punching/caressing one another, a strong, muscular arm wraps itself gently around Austria. "Senpai…" says Germany, "I will protect you…"
"Germany…" Austria whispers, looking up into the taller man's eyes. His eyelashes flutter, and his eyes sparkle in the moonlight. "Please… be gentle with me…" They kiss passionately, their bodies intertwined. "¡No!" says Spain, re-emerging after having defeated a now bruised and shirtless Switzerland. Austria cries out in surprise as Spain yanks him away from Germany for a kiss. "How… will I ever choose between you?" Austria says when they part, looking almost ashamed. "Germany… so muscular and strong… Spain… so full of life and passion… I want- I want-!"
"You can have us both, Senpai…" Germany says, blushing too, as he leans in for a kiss…
"And also me!" Russia says. He's here now. Also he's naked. And about twenty pounds heavier in the dream than he actually is. He also happens to have Poland, looking very dashing even in chains and a prisoner's outfit, by his side. Russia draws Poland close to him, Poland with tears sparkling in his eyes…
"No!" Hungary cries out, except that she's suddenly a super dashing prince. On a horse. While Spain and Germany make out in a corner, and Austria swoons, she beats up Russia and throws a curtain over him, so that no one will have to see his disgusting form any longer. "I will always protect you," she vows, embracing Poland. Then- stomping right over Russia's corpse- she goes to the still-swooning Austria, taking his hand.
"Oh, Hungary-sama," Austria swoons. Again.
"Now, édesem… let us go eat bacon," the totally manly and wonderful Hungary says, picking up the suddenly small and fragile Austria in her strong arms. And then they kiss in the sunset, as all the other men in the room make out, except for Poland who is braiding the horse's mane and looking very handsome, and Russia, who is dead.
And all was wonderful.
Effects: Excitement. You will watch this and you will be overcome with excitement.
Hungary, dressed as a maid and holding a mop and bucket, is walking down a hallway. Suddenly she turns her head, as though she hears a sound, and opens a door that might not have been there a second ago- it's a dream, who knows how these things work. Her eyes go wide.
On the other side of the door are Switzerland and Austria. "Ahh- n-no!" says Austria, blushing like a schoolgirl, as he puts his hand dramatically to his forehead. "This is most improper, for you see-"
Suddenly Spain appears. He is dressed like a matador. "No lo toques!" Spain says. It should be noted that Hungary doesn't actually speak Spanish, but it doesn't matter if the grammar is incorrect, because the passion is completely correct! He wrestles Switzerland off the (still blushing) Austria, and then they wrestle about on the floor, punching one another. Austria swoons. While Switzerland and Spain are wrestling/punching/caressing one another, a strong, muscular arm wraps itself gently around Austria. "Senpai…" says Germany, "I will protect you…"
"Germany…" Austria whispers, looking up into the taller man's eyes. His eyelashes flutter, and his eyes sparkle in the moonlight. "Please… be gentle with me…" They kiss passionately, their bodies intertwined. "¡No!" says Spain, re-emerging after having defeated a now bruised and shirtless Switzerland. Austria cries out in surprise as Spain yanks him away from Germany for a kiss. "How… will I ever choose between you?" Austria says when they part, looking almost ashamed. "Germany… so muscular and strong… Spain… so full of life and passion… I want- I want-!"
"You can have us both, Senpai…" Germany says, blushing too, as he leans in for a kiss…
"And also me!" Russia says. He's here now. Also he's naked. And about twenty pounds heavier in the dream than he actually is. He also happens to have Poland, looking very dashing even in chains and a prisoner's outfit, by his side. Russia draws Poland close to him, Poland with tears sparkling in his eyes…
"No!" Hungary cries out, except that she's suddenly a super dashing prince. On a horse. While Spain and Germany make out in a corner, and Austria swoons, she beats up Russia and throws a curtain over him, so that no one will have to see his disgusting form any longer. "I will always protect you," she vows, embracing Poland. Then- stomping right over Russia's corpse- she goes to the still-swooning Austria, taking his hand.
"Oh, Hungary-sama," Austria swoons. Again.
"Now, édesem… let us go eat bacon," the totally manly and wonderful Hungary says, picking up the suddenly small and fragile Austria in her strong arms. And then they kiss in the sunset, as all the other men in the room make out, except for Poland who is braiding the horse's mane and looking very handsome, and Russia, who is dead.
And all was wonderful.