[Flash Fic] Twenty [one] Questions
Title: Twenty [one] Questions
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Characters/Pairings: France/England with allusions to France sleeping around.
Summary: France and England play twenty questions.
Words: 284
Notes: Watch as I don't study for my exams. For the hetalia_contest, but mostly because I am masochistic.
"I know you, Frog; it's sex, isn't it?"
"Non."
"Is it related to sex?"
"Oui."
"Is it a kink?"
"Non."
"Is it a thing?"
"Depends, but non."
"Is it a living thing?"
"Oui."
"Human?"
"Non."
"So Nation. Right; male?"
"Oui."
"Is he from the Orient?"
"Non."
"Africa?"
"Non."
"The Americas?"
"Non."
"European then?"
"Oui. And that counts as a question, Rosbif. Nine more."
"That's cheating! Fine; is he blond?"
"Oui."
"It's Germany, isn't it?"
"Non; what makes you think I slept with him?"
"No, reason."
"You're flushed, Angleterre."
"Shut up. Is he of German descent?"
"Non."
"Can't be Russia... but, Eastern European?"
"Non, and why not Russia?"
"You made a face just saying his name."
"That doesn't mean it can't be him."
"Have you slept with Russia?"
"Oui."
"You slept with Russia?!"
"Oui, and those both counted. Seventeen; three more."
"Nordics?"
"Non."
"Can't be Switzerland, he'd shoot you."
"He would not shoot me!"
"Yes, he would. Remember the Olympics?"
"Oui, but that was one time!"
"What, you actually slept with him?"
"Of course!"
"WHAT?! You sleep with anything and everything, don't you?"
"Non, and that was twenty-one. It's called Twenty Questions for a reason. How does losing feel?"
"I did not lose! I asked about you and Russia twice, so one of them is discounted. And the last one was rhetorical. I have one more question."
"Just admit your defeat, Angleterre. I'll accept it with grace and--mmph!"
"..."
"..."
"... You were thinking about me, weren't you?"
"...Oui."
"And that's twenty."
"Twenty-one, mon cher; but, if you kiss me again, I'll say it's twenty."
"No. I won, so bugger off, you disgusting pervert."
"You're a cold English woman."
"I am not a wo--mmpfff!"
"..."
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Characters/Pairings: France/England with allusions to France sleeping around.
Summary: France and England play twenty questions.
Words: 284
Notes: Watch as I don't study for my exams. For the hetalia_contest, but mostly because I am masochistic.
"I know you, Frog; it's sex, isn't it?"
"Non."
"Is it related to sex?"
"Oui."
"Is it a kink?"
"Non."
"Is it a thing?"
"Depends, but non."
"Is it a living thing?"
"Oui."
"Human?"
"Non."
"So Nation. Right; male?"
"Oui."
"Is he from the Orient?"
"Non."
"Africa?"
"Non."
"The Americas?"
"Non."
"European then?"
"Oui. And that counts as a question, Rosbif. Nine more."
"That's cheating! Fine; is he blond?"
"Oui."
"It's Germany, isn't it?"
"Non; what makes you think I slept with him?"
"No, reason."
"You're flushed, Angleterre."
"Shut up. Is he of German descent?"
"Non."
"Can't be Russia... but, Eastern European?"
"Non, and why not Russia?"
"You made a face just saying his name."
"That doesn't mean it can't be him."
"Have you slept with Russia?"
"Oui."
"You slept with Russia?!"
"Oui, and those both counted. Seventeen; three more."
"Nordics?"
"Non."
"Can't be Switzerland, he'd shoot you."
"He would not shoot me!"
"Yes, he would. Remember the Olympics?"
"Oui, but that was one time!"
"What, you actually slept with him?"
"Of course!"
"WHAT?! You sleep with anything and everything, don't you?"
"Non, and that was twenty-one. It's called Twenty Questions for a reason. How does losing feel?"
"I did not lose! I asked about you and Russia twice, so one of them is discounted. And the last one was rhetorical. I have one more question."
"Just admit your defeat, Angleterre. I'll accept it with grace and--mmph!"
"..."
"..."
"... You were thinking about me, weren't you?"
"...Oui."
"And that's twenty."
"Twenty-one, mon cher; but, if you kiss me again, I'll say it's twenty."
"No. I won, so bugger off, you disgusting pervert."
"You're a cold English woman."
"I am not a wo--mmpfff!"
"..."