First Event: Body Swap
After some confusion in the kitchen, many nations retired to their rooms’ right after dinner, a few others remained around for a few rounds of drinking. The thing is, none of them really knew what had really triggered things.
As they slept, snug in their beds, many cuddling with their loved ones, none of them had any idea just what was happening to ( Read more... )
As they slept, snug in their beds, many cuddling with their loved ones, none of them had any idea just what was happening to ( Read more... )
The longer the light stayed on him the more he had the urge to get out of bed. It was if his body commanded him to wake up and...exercise? Talk about weird needs. With a groan he turned over on his side, unaware of the other man that slept in the bed and he tried to stay asleep. But at this point several other things were making themselves clear, for one, he was wearing clothes...probably that Prussian bastard's doing. Then that groan, what the hell was up with his voice? did he catch a cold or something?
After a few minutes Romano finally gave in to the fact that he was to awake to sleep. Pushing himself up the (so called) Italian opened his eyes, stretching himself. He could feel the muscles in his arms tense and relax....that wasn't right either, he never had that. "God dammit, it's way to early." glaring at the clock Romano had then realized what he sounded like.
The sound of that voice, that voice....the potato bastard.....but it were his words. "w-what the hell?" Gazing down at his hands the shock was beginning to get to him. Shaking he got up, trying to find his way trough the strange room looking for a mirror. Once he found one he started at the reflection. Messy short blond hair was sticking to his forehead and a pair of bright blue eyes stared straight back at him in a rather shocked way.
This couldn't be real. With still shaking hands Romano got himself so water and splashed it in his face. This wasn't good.
"CHIGI----!" The word echoed trough the room sounding rather angry. Due to the voice the German posed this did turn into a roar. Damn, he had never been this shocked in his life!
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Did I get drunk with Eesti last night?
He would've sworn that he went to bed not all too intoxicated together with Berwald. Of course, if he had been partying heavily with Eduard, there was a chance he did not remember this. Whatever the case, this was one hell of hangover, his limbs felt.. so heavy..
He was forced to start waking at the sound of a low voice. Sweden? He turned, no Sweden wouldn't be so loud, or clear in his pronunciation. Eduard wasn't quite that low either...
He sat up straight, slightly dizzy by how high up he felt. "Ludwig?" Fair enough Ludwig could've picked up both him and Eesti after they passed out drunk or something, he seemed responsible enough for that. After all, Sweden could've not been around.
....
What was wrong with his voice? Was he still hoarse after a night of drinking? He threw his legs over the side of the bed to get up.
...
When did those get this... manly and toned for the lack of a better word. The rising feeling of uncertainty and confusion was cut off by the 'german's' scream.
"CHIGI---!"
He flinched, jumping to his feet, dizzy with his sudden tallness, stumbling towards the mirror. Staring at 'Germany'.
Looking between Germany and his own reflection he started to stutter on his words panicky, incoherently talking in Finnish.
DENMARK?
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The (now) German's expression was difficult to read properly but it was a clear fact that he wasn't amused. The reason as of why Denmark freaked out was obviously unclear and Romano couldn't bring himself to give a damn. He needed someone to blame this freak accident on.
With narrowed eyes he glared at his reflection. Dammit! Why was he the potato bastard?! Out of frustration he hit the mirror not caring that he broke it or that his hand hurt because of it, it was the potato bastards hand anyway so that was good. Having a tantrum with this strength wasn't good. If only he knew how to express his anger in a different way. At least he knew who to blame this on. No one else was stupid enough to do this, not even Spain. “Damn that Prussian.” growling under his breath he pushed past Denmark out of the bathroom.
“I'm going.” He called back to the Dane as he stomped trough the room, that Prussian was going to get it and no one would stop him. He probably should get dressed properly first tho, right? Hah, yeah, sure. The German had enough clothes on anyway.
Romano opened the door with quit some force and stomped out looking for his 'own' room. He sure as hell doubted that the Prussian bastard could have left the room, let alone that he was awake.
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