[Fanfiction] One Line Sentence Meme
Spamano
Tomato juice dripped from the corner of Lovino’s mouth in a tiny rivulet down his chin and Antonio bent to wipe it away with a delicate sweep of his tongue, moving onward to press open-mouthed kisses to Lovino’s jaw, down his neck and thrumming pulse, past the collar of his too-expensive shirt until he reached the rapidly heartbeat in his chest; he pressed his ear to it and closed his eyes and listened and felt shy fingers in his hair (and to himself, he whispered “Mezzogiorno” over and over).
England walks in on Northern Ireland attempting to cook something.
He unlocks the door and he’s immediately assaulted by the smell of something savoury and rich and sizzling and in his kitchen and logic dictates that only he (as lord and master of this particular abode) should have any business in there; however, it’s not entirely surprising to walk in and see Norn sitting (slouching) at the table with his legs twined around the chair pegs, tucking into a cottage pie that is all aromatic steam and perfectly golden brown crust.
“Put that back in. It looks undercooked and you’ll get sick.”
Fem!UruPara
“I don’t want,” Daniela mumbled into her cousin’s shoulder, “for you to keep hiding things from me just because you think you’re sparing my feelings.”
The Mate Mafia
Far be it from him to try and dissuade his cousins from seeing him as more than a child and Dani smirked to himself as he braided their blonde hair together, insuring that they’d have an interesting time of it when they woke up.
Fem!BrArg
It was clear to Martina that Luciana was obviously not in touch with her feminine side, because no self-respecting woman just slapped on nailpolish and think it looked decent; so because she was kind and benevolent and just an all-around good person, she sighed and grabbed Luciana’s hand and showed her how to do it properly this time.
BrArg
Luciano disappeared up into the twisting branches of the banyan tree until his voice was only a jovial echo that could be coming from anywhere and Martín began to wonder if that illusion of airy transience that Luciano gave off would actually come true and that he might never come back; inwardly, he was afraid to admit that he was afraid.
France and UK
It was a mud and blood and scent-of-death sort of day in the trenches, just like yesterday and the day before that and the day before that, stretching onward into Antiquity; it was a mud and blood and scent-of-death sort of day in the trenches, but yesterday he didn’t have his back pressed against someone else’s.
UK and Northern Ireland
It was a long drive up to Scotland’s place and it was still the cold wee hours of the morning, so they’d stopped at a petrol station to top off the tank and perhaps grab a packet of crisps or something; for the moment though, while England sat on the hood of the car with a cigarette stuck absently between his lips, the crisps were forgotten in lieu of a small younger brother wrapped in the circle of England’s arms, face pressed into the lapel of England’s jacket.
Fem!France and Northern Ireland
There was maybe a bit too much of Scotland in him to really dislike her as much as he claimed to; therefore, he (dis)liked her enough to subject her to hours of Top Gear while using her lap as a pillow and it was clearly a punishment.
Chile (Manuel) and Dominican Republic (Matías)
Manuel takes a perverse pleasure in finally being taller than someone, though he forever insists his immunity to a Napoleon Complex; so he rests his chin atop Matí’s head and feels the husky murmur of Matí’s voice vibrating in his jaw.
More BrArg
Everyone (though neither of them could tell you exactly who Everyone was, but apparently Everyone was a bit of a gossip) said that they had something special and naturally, Luciano and Martín were inclined to disagree, because they always disagreed and agreed on nothing except disagreeing; that was how it always was, that’s how it had always been, and now it was part of their unspoken Arrangement, extant long enough to not be talked about or brought up, but old enough to warrant the capitalisation.
Portugal and his colonies for Christmas dinner
Clearly he hadn’t had the foresight to realize that as patriotic as downsizing seemed, in hindsight, he should’ve realized that a table for a maximum of four would not fit all of his “children” and the food, though he’d probably have to worry less about the food as he watched India’s face grow more and more furious at every invitation to sit in his lap that Macau offered.
Peru (Miguel) and Dominican Republic (Matías)
Something in Matías’ temperament reminded Miguel vaguely of Manuel, except Matías smiled and laughed and gave compliments and meant it (except when it came to volei but that’s forever an exception) and if, maybe, Miguel was feeling silly enough to smear aji on Matí’s cheek, Matí would frown in consternation and stick his tongue out to try and lick it away instead of throwing a punch like Manuel would.
(And maybe, if Miguel was feeling silly enough, he’d assist Matí in licking it away.)
The bombing and invasion of Chisinau (Moldova)
Seventy years later and there was still a burn scar stretched tightly over his chest that no amount of fresh paint over charred buildings or repaving of broken streets could fix; but one day, he woke up and found the mottled skin numb with apathy and that was close enough.
Moldova acknowledging his feelings for Romania (?)
“Acknowledgment” was inappropriate and wrong and every other word to mean “false”; it was not “acknowledging” but “always knowing”, for years upon years and centuries, and realizing that all the love in the world can’t make incompatible pieces match up and that it hurts to try and force them together but somehow hurts more to try and keep them apart.
Jamaica (Jude) and Puerto Rico (Emmanuel/Manny)
“Okay so, I figured out that if we turn the toaster sideways, it’s like BAM, instant grilled cheese and…no, Manny, I’m serious, this is a serious discovery!”
Haiti (René) and Dominican Republic (Matías)
Secretly Matías compares the two of them to alcohol and secretly he thinks René is like rum while he himself is more like wine; there’s something about René that hits you solidly in the chest and stays with you while Matías goes nicely with the moment’s sentiments and is forgotten a moment later.
Dominican Republic/Jamaica
Not even flowers last forever in paradise, so they planted pinwheels in the sand and painted a map of their New World on each other’s skin with salt water.
Portugal and Baby!zil
Portugal was not, he would claim, overly sentimental; however, there was one day not so very long ago that someone (he forgets whom) shoved an infant into his arms, all dark skin and dark hair and dark eyes and doing something as inane and asinine as blowing spit bubbles and suddenly he was irrevocably in love.
BrArgUru
Sebastián wasn’t sure exactly when the three of them had become a “matched set”, but he felt less like a participant and more like a buffer, constantly insinuating himself in the middle (often physically) to interrupt their arguments; sometimes though, he was shown their appreciation (often physically) but even that didn’t feel like enough sincerity nowadays (and sometimes he wanted to be alone again).
PeChi
Miguel would not ever admit to whining (“Carajo, stop it!”), but seeing Manuel’s smug smirk as he dug his sock-clad toes into Miguel’s (ticklish) ribs, he could admit to himself that he was sorely tempted.
Czech Republic (Milena)/Slovakia (Emil)
Milena stared at him as if he was insane and laughed a little, because really that’s just for tourists; Emil smiled, kissed her forehead, and insisted anyway, because sometimes something trite and illogical was necessary to break up the monotony.
PeChi
Manuel thinks this is all fucking ridiculous (and it truly is), because no sane man with a solitary ounce of masculine pride would sit there unprotestingly as a damned Peruvian absently tied his hair up in miniature ponytails and maybe it’s more fucking ridiculous that he’s enjoying the sensation of Miguel’s fingers in his hair.
Costa Rica (Joaquin)/Nicaragua
Joaquin stares at her and stares at her hard, as if he could see past her feints and fronts and facades, but he can’t.
Romania/Moldova (Ion)
Romania can’t help but think that maybe (maybe maybe maybe) it would be nice to wake up still entangled with each other, silently marking where the tectonic plates lined up and so clearly showed how well they fit together, but that peculiar ashamed shyness would drive Moldova from his bed and it was a guarantee that Ion would be gone just as soon as the moonlight was.
England/Portugal
England was the king, lord, and master of his entire world, everything he saw, and all that was in it and he maybe held a sort of fond resentment for Portugal invading into the land of Kitchen and smirking at the boxes of Twinings and PG Tips, eyes plainly saying “you’re welcome” though his lips remained closed in a small smile.
Scotland/France
Scotland still wasn’t sure why he bothered anymore (though any one of his brothers would tell him it was because he was an utter numpty) except that it was the season, the holiday, the habit, the France, even if he had resigned himself to the fact that their idea of taste varied too much for France to ever be pleased with something Scotland had chosen.
(Sometimes though, France would stand on his toes in his expensive shoes and whisper “it’s the thought that counts” into Scotland’s ear.)
Cuba/Puerto Rico
Innovation was everything nowadays and it permeated every facet of those lives not beneath the oppressive thumb of traditionalism; still though, Puerto Rico thought to himself even as he teased Cuba as the taller man puzzled through the simplistic intricacies of Skype, there was something to hearing a voice and a laugh with your own ears.
AU!Puerto Rico/fem!Cuba
He wondered how invincible she believed herself to be, since she was in a line of work that required her put her life on the line for others between the hours of 9 AM and 5 PM (at least), and he marveled at how naive she still was-but how was he supposed to be resentful of the fact that she never checked the street before crossing when she gave him such a sheepish smile when he pulled her back?
Cuba/fem!Puerto Rico
As a rule, they didn’t argue seriously and any disagreements they had were settled quickly; however, coquito would forever be a point on which they would get vicious. (Pastry. Drink. Pastry. Drink.)
Denmark and Sweden
It’s one normal day and Sweden can tell Denmark’s been watching the Discovery Channel again because he turns around and says “tectonic plate shifts” as if it were the answer to every problem they’ve ever had; however, Sweden has wonder if there isn’t some truth to it, if the very earth itself tried to separate them and partially succeeded.
England and Northern Ireland
For whatever reason, North’s eyes don’t function like the rest of theirs (that is to say, properly) to the point of irritating England into dragging the short teenager into a moor where the calm old brood dam dragons nest and forcing his hands on one’s side; in return, he gets a sour look and a sulky inquiry as to “why they’re out in the middle of Bloodyfucking Nowhere” and why England has him groping empty air.
Denmark and Christiania
They’ve become experts in the art of paper foldingrollingwhatever and their Western neighbors call them delinquents; they call themselves fine practitioners of the old Danish pastime.
Denmark/Portugal
“It’s more a matter of differing priorities,” Portugal explained patiently (once again for the millionth time and yet still it never really explained anything, as far as Denmark was concerned), “and I want to go west until I can’t go any further.”
AU!Teen daddy!Portugal and Baby!zil
He’s only nineteen and the majority of his friends’ major concerns amount to how much they’re going to drink this weekend, whether their papers need to be in MLA format or not, and whether it’s weird to try and invite Afonso along for a weekend thing since he’s a dad now; in comparison, he thinks maybe he’d like to go back to just being normal, but sitting in a tepid bath (the plumbing in this apartment is dated) with Luciano (his son, and that’s a bewildering concept) scrubbing at his chest with the sort of determined expression only toddlers can manage is more than a fair trade-off, he thinks.
FrUK
England’s not sure whether the sudden abundance of France’s hygienic products in his bathroom are a less-than-subtle snub at his own sense of grooming, or a far more casual reassertion that he will indeed be carving out his own space in England’s life, thank-you-very-much, bien sûr.
Denmark and BABIES (now with 100% more Norway)
Norway had some inkling that Denmark was fond of children-no, that was too mild…Norway had some inkling that Denmark adored children, and it was almost very nearly endearing to watch him chase them around the flat land as if he were just a large child himself until he was too tired to do anything but laugh as the boys leaned against his sides and the girls climbed into his lap to have their hair braided.
CUBA’S CURRENT MOOD (for Kinsey Allen)
It’s a sour combination of what was said, how it was said, how the accusations were woven in and metaphorically arsenic-laced, how other people got dragged in from immaturity, and it was years upon years of all those same offenses building up without him saying a word and graciously letting it pass, but no longer.
Moldova (Ion) and Romania (Mircea)
Mircea cracked open one copper brown eye and peered over to the other side of the bed, taking in the narrow back with its spine and bony shoulder blades thrown into sharp relief by the moonlight, alternating slats of patchy light and dark seeping in through the window’s blinds and wondered briefly if he was watching Ion’s customary escape routine.
Tomato juice dripped from the corner of Lovino’s mouth in a tiny rivulet down his chin and Antonio bent to wipe it away with a delicate sweep of his tongue, moving onward to press open-mouthed kisses to Lovino’s jaw, down his neck and thrumming pulse, past the collar of his too-expensive shirt until he reached the rapidly heartbeat in his chest; he pressed his ear to it and closed his eyes and listened and felt shy fingers in his hair (and to himself, he whispered “Mezzogiorno” over and over).
England walks in on Northern Ireland attempting to cook something.
He unlocks the door and he’s immediately assaulted by the smell of something savoury and rich and sizzling and in his kitchen and logic dictates that only he (as lord and master of this particular abode) should have any business in there; however, it’s not entirely surprising to walk in and see Norn sitting (slouching) at the table with his legs twined around the chair pegs, tucking into a cottage pie that is all aromatic steam and perfectly golden brown crust.
“Put that back in. It looks undercooked and you’ll get sick.”
Fem!UruPara
“I don’t want,” Daniela mumbled into her cousin’s shoulder, “for you to keep hiding things from me just because you think you’re sparing my feelings.”
The Mate Mafia
Far be it from him to try and dissuade his cousins from seeing him as more than a child and Dani smirked to himself as he braided their blonde hair together, insuring that they’d have an interesting time of it when they woke up.
Fem!BrArg
It was clear to Martina that Luciana was obviously not in touch with her feminine side, because no self-respecting woman just slapped on nailpolish and think it looked decent; so because she was kind and benevolent and just an all-around good person, she sighed and grabbed Luciana’s hand and showed her how to do it properly this time.
BrArg
Luciano disappeared up into the twisting branches of the banyan tree until his voice was only a jovial echo that could be coming from anywhere and Martín began to wonder if that illusion of airy transience that Luciano gave off would actually come true and that he might never come back; inwardly, he was afraid to admit that he was afraid.
France and UK
It was a mud and blood and scent-of-death sort of day in the trenches, just like yesterday and the day before that and the day before that, stretching onward into Antiquity; it was a mud and blood and scent-of-death sort of day in the trenches, but yesterday he didn’t have his back pressed against someone else’s.
UK and Northern Ireland
It was a long drive up to Scotland’s place and it was still the cold wee hours of the morning, so they’d stopped at a petrol station to top off the tank and perhaps grab a packet of crisps or something; for the moment though, while England sat on the hood of the car with a cigarette stuck absently between his lips, the crisps were forgotten in lieu of a small younger brother wrapped in the circle of England’s arms, face pressed into the lapel of England’s jacket.
Fem!France and Northern Ireland
There was maybe a bit too much of Scotland in him to really dislike her as much as he claimed to; therefore, he (dis)liked her enough to subject her to hours of Top Gear while using her lap as a pillow and it was clearly a punishment.
Chile (Manuel) and Dominican Republic (Matías)
Manuel takes a perverse pleasure in finally being taller than someone, though he forever insists his immunity to a Napoleon Complex; so he rests his chin atop Matí’s head and feels the husky murmur of Matí’s voice vibrating in his jaw.
More BrArg
Everyone (though neither of them could tell you exactly who Everyone was, but apparently Everyone was a bit of a gossip) said that they had something special and naturally, Luciano and Martín were inclined to disagree, because they always disagreed and agreed on nothing except disagreeing; that was how it always was, that’s how it had always been, and now it was part of their unspoken Arrangement, extant long enough to not be talked about or brought up, but old enough to warrant the capitalisation.
Portugal and his colonies for Christmas dinner
Clearly he hadn’t had the foresight to realize that as patriotic as downsizing seemed, in hindsight, he should’ve realized that a table for a maximum of four would not fit all of his “children” and the food, though he’d probably have to worry less about the food as he watched India’s face grow more and more furious at every invitation to sit in his lap that Macau offered.
Peru (Miguel) and Dominican Republic (Matías)
Something in Matías’ temperament reminded Miguel vaguely of Manuel, except Matías smiled and laughed and gave compliments and meant it (except when it came to volei but that’s forever an exception) and if, maybe, Miguel was feeling silly enough to smear aji on Matí’s cheek, Matí would frown in consternation and stick his tongue out to try and lick it away instead of throwing a punch like Manuel would.
(And maybe, if Miguel was feeling silly enough, he’d assist Matí in licking it away.)
The bombing and invasion of Chisinau (Moldova)
Seventy years later and there was still a burn scar stretched tightly over his chest that no amount of fresh paint over charred buildings or repaving of broken streets could fix; but one day, he woke up and found the mottled skin numb with apathy and that was close enough.
Moldova acknowledging his feelings for Romania (?)
“Acknowledgment” was inappropriate and wrong and every other word to mean “false”; it was not “acknowledging” but “always knowing”, for years upon years and centuries, and realizing that all the love in the world can’t make incompatible pieces match up and that it hurts to try and force them together but somehow hurts more to try and keep them apart.
Jamaica (Jude) and Puerto Rico (Emmanuel/Manny)
“Okay so, I figured out that if we turn the toaster sideways, it’s like BAM, instant grilled cheese and…no, Manny, I’m serious, this is a serious discovery!”
Haiti (René) and Dominican Republic (Matías)
Secretly Matías compares the two of them to alcohol and secretly he thinks René is like rum while he himself is more like wine; there’s something about René that hits you solidly in the chest and stays with you while Matías goes nicely with the moment’s sentiments and is forgotten a moment later.
Dominican Republic/Jamaica
Not even flowers last forever in paradise, so they planted pinwheels in the sand and painted a map of their New World on each other’s skin with salt water.
Portugal and Baby!zil
Portugal was not, he would claim, overly sentimental; however, there was one day not so very long ago that someone (he forgets whom) shoved an infant into his arms, all dark skin and dark hair and dark eyes and doing something as inane and asinine as blowing spit bubbles and suddenly he was irrevocably in love.
BrArgUru
Sebastián wasn’t sure exactly when the three of them had become a “matched set”, but he felt less like a participant and more like a buffer, constantly insinuating himself in the middle (often physically) to interrupt their arguments; sometimes though, he was shown their appreciation (often physically) but even that didn’t feel like enough sincerity nowadays (and sometimes he wanted to be alone again).
PeChi
Miguel would not ever admit to whining (“Carajo, stop it!”), but seeing Manuel’s smug smirk as he dug his sock-clad toes into Miguel’s (ticklish) ribs, he could admit to himself that he was sorely tempted.
Czech Republic (Milena)/Slovakia (Emil)
Milena stared at him as if he was insane and laughed a little, because really that’s just for tourists; Emil smiled, kissed her forehead, and insisted anyway, because sometimes something trite and illogical was necessary to break up the monotony.
PeChi
Manuel thinks this is all fucking ridiculous (and it truly is), because no sane man with a solitary ounce of masculine pride would sit there unprotestingly as a damned Peruvian absently tied his hair up in miniature ponytails and maybe it’s more fucking ridiculous that he’s enjoying the sensation of Miguel’s fingers in his hair.
Costa Rica (Joaquin)/Nicaragua
Joaquin stares at her and stares at her hard, as if he could see past her feints and fronts and facades, but he can’t.
Romania/Moldova (Ion)
Romania can’t help but think that maybe (maybe maybe maybe) it would be nice to wake up still entangled with each other, silently marking where the tectonic plates lined up and so clearly showed how well they fit together, but that peculiar ashamed shyness would drive Moldova from his bed and it was a guarantee that Ion would be gone just as soon as the moonlight was.
England/Portugal
England was the king, lord, and master of his entire world, everything he saw, and all that was in it and he maybe held a sort of fond resentment for Portugal invading into the land of Kitchen and smirking at the boxes of Twinings and PG Tips, eyes plainly saying “you’re welcome” though his lips remained closed in a small smile.
Scotland/France
Scotland still wasn’t sure why he bothered anymore (though any one of his brothers would tell him it was because he was an utter numpty) except that it was the season, the holiday, the habit, the France, even if he had resigned himself to the fact that their idea of taste varied too much for France to ever be pleased with something Scotland had chosen.
(Sometimes though, France would stand on his toes in his expensive shoes and whisper “it’s the thought that counts” into Scotland’s ear.)
Cuba/Puerto Rico
Innovation was everything nowadays and it permeated every facet of those lives not beneath the oppressive thumb of traditionalism; still though, Puerto Rico thought to himself even as he teased Cuba as the taller man puzzled through the simplistic intricacies of Skype, there was something to hearing a voice and a laugh with your own ears.
AU!Puerto Rico/fem!Cuba
He wondered how invincible she believed herself to be, since she was in a line of work that required her put her life on the line for others between the hours of 9 AM and 5 PM (at least), and he marveled at how naive she still was-but how was he supposed to be resentful of the fact that she never checked the street before crossing when she gave him such a sheepish smile when he pulled her back?
Cuba/fem!Puerto Rico
As a rule, they didn’t argue seriously and any disagreements they had were settled quickly; however, coquito would forever be a point on which they would get vicious. (Pastry. Drink. Pastry. Drink.)
Denmark and Sweden
It’s one normal day and Sweden can tell Denmark’s been watching the Discovery Channel again because he turns around and says “tectonic plate shifts” as if it were the answer to every problem they’ve ever had; however, Sweden has wonder if there isn’t some truth to it, if the very earth itself tried to separate them and partially succeeded.
England and Northern Ireland
For whatever reason, North’s eyes don’t function like the rest of theirs (that is to say, properly) to the point of irritating England into dragging the short teenager into a moor where the calm old brood dam dragons nest and forcing his hands on one’s side; in return, he gets a sour look and a sulky inquiry as to “why they’re out in the middle of Bloodyfucking Nowhere” and why England has him groping empty air.
Denmark and Christiania
They’ve become experts in the art of paper foldingrollingwhatever and their Western neighbors call them delinquents; they call themselves fine practitioners of the old Danish pastime.
Denmark/Portugal
“It’s more a matter of differing priorities,” Portugal explained patiently (once again for the millionth time and yet still it never really explained anything, as far as Denmark was concerned), “and I want to go west until I can’t go any further.”
AU!Teen daddy!Portugal and Baby!zil
He’s only nineteen and the majority of his friends’ major concerns amount to how much they’re going to drink this weekend, whether their papers need to be in MLA format or not, and whether it’s weird to try and invite Afonso along for a weekend thing since he’s a dad now; in comparison, he thinks maybe he’d like to go back to just being normal, but sitting in a tepid bath (the plumbing in this apartment is dated) with Luciano (his son, and that’s a bewildering concept) scrubbing at his chest with the sort of determined expression only toddlers can manage is more than a fair trade-off, he thinks.
FrUK
England’s not sure whether the sudden abundance of France’s hygienic products in his bathroom are a less-than-subtle snub at his own sense of grooming, or a far more casual reassertion that he will indeed be carving out his own space in England’s life, thank-you-very-much, bien sûr.
Denmark and BABIES (now with 100% more Norway)
Norway had some inkling that Denmark was fond of children-no, that was too mild…Norway had some inkling that Denmark adored children, and it was almost very nearly endearing to watch him chase them around the flat land as if he were just a large child himself until he was too tired to do anything but laugh as the boys leaned against his sides and the girls climbed into his lap to have their hair braided.
CUBA’S CURRENT MOOD (for Kinsey Allen)
It’s a sour combination of what was said, how it was said, how the accusations were woven in and metaphorically arsenic-laced, how other people got dragged in from immaturity, and it was years upon years of all those same offenses building up without him saying a word and graciously letting it pass, but no longer.
Moldova (Ion) and Romania (Mircea)
Mircea cracked open one copper brown eye and peered over to the other side of the bed, taking in the narrow back with its spine and bony shoulder blades thrown into sharp relief by the moonlight, alternating slats of patchy light and dark seeping in through the window’s blinds and wondered briefly if he was watching Ion’s customary escape routine.