Event: Collars and Leashes | Low Aphro | Intro

[gewehrundblut]

He'd spent the better part of the time since he found himself in this strange place trying to find an exit. However, one can only search so long before they grow tired, and he has become entirely exhausted. There are far too many floors to search through, so he decides that, for the time being, he can find a room and take a short nap before

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Hullo~

[diosorogloria]

The Spanish Empire didn't really know what to think of this new place he found himself in. It was gaudy, lascivious. A venerable bordello of sin. Spain didn't really mind it so much. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, though he would have to admit that so many naked bodies, lusty moans, and lewd intentions under one roof was indeed something else. Then there was that sweet scent in the air that probably did things to his mind and stirred his libido. The Spanish Empire smirked, what an awful place indeed. He had to find a way out.

It was through his wanderings that he found a room with a certainly familiar occupant. That fair hair was unmistakable, combined with skin that was just too pale. He only knew of one Nation to hold such attributes.

"Gilbert?" He called from the door as his eyes betrayed him and idly took in naked skin, lean muscles, and blue collar. Strange.

o/

[gewehrundblut]

He can't say he was entirely impressed with the atmosphere of this place either. On the one hand, it certainly appealed to his baser desires, of which he has a multitude and no qualms about sating under the right conditions. On the other hand, he dislikes being taken anywhere without his knowledge, because rarely does anything good come of such happenings.

Though his initial response to Spain's voice is slightly suspicious, it's Spain. He knows that, of all the Nations, the one least likely to be responsible for something such as this is him. "The one and only~" He stretches languidly, glancing over hopefully to Antonio. "You wouldn't know how to get this verdammte thing off, wouldja?" One hand taps the collar, surrounded as it is by reddened and scratched skin from his own attempts to remove it, proof along with the slightly panicked look to his eyes that he is not nearly so okay with this as he would appear.

[diosorogloria]

Spain could understand the sentiments. He had fresh memories of being taken against his will and he didn't think he would really recover from then soon. Perhaps they would even scar him for life.

He shook his head to stop his eyes from wandering anymore. This was his friend and while he was an Empire so used to taking and taking, things were different here. And he must not let this place get the better of him. He smiled to his friend and entered the room, the heels of his boots not making a sound over the carpeted floor. There was a soft jingle though as he walked. Must be from the little bag of gold he has on his person somewhere.

"I could try." He looked to his friend curiously as he settled his hat down by the side table. "Who gave that to you?"

[gewehrundblut]

"That's the thing; I have no fucking clue," he growls out, irritation with the situation becoming more apparent. Not knowing something is one thing he does not enjoy, especially when it involves such a gross violation of his personal space. "I went to sleep with most of my clothing on, and woke up to find it all over there with just the collar on." He points to where his uniform is, neatly folded and carefully set aside, which should make it all too obvious this was someone else's doing. After all, typically his clothing ends up everywhere when he undresses, as he tends to just leave it wherever it drops when he starts stripping.

"When I find them, though..." A soft snarl rumbles in his throat; whomever is responsible will regret this.

/throws in

[rauduligsdrebet]

Latvia had no idea what was it that led him to this room. Perhaps it was by his own volition, or the hotel was toying with him again, lulling him to enter a particular door, left slightly ajar for him to enter. And when he did, he was totally not expecting to find the Prussian on the bed.

His first instincts was to back out, to leave, to run and escape. Except that his legs weren't moving, and the door behind him had slammed shut. Thankfully the sound didn't seem to affect the other Nation who seemed to be sleeping. Was he really sleeping?

Cautiously, Latvia moved closer to the Nation whom he had occasionally seen back at Russia's house. His eyes naturally took notice of the blue collar, and before he could stop himself, his fingers were reaching out to touch the soft-looking material around his neck.

Ooh, a Latvia~

[gewehrundblut]

He had noted the door slamming shut, as well as the fact that someone had entered the room before the door was so loudly closed, but he had yet to show this disturbed him. Instead, he waited until the person drew close, within his reach, eyes just barely open enough for him to make out their form. As the hand reached for his collar, he moved, his own hand shooting up to grab for the other person's wrist as he finally opened his eyes fully.

When he finally made out the details of who had approached, his eyes widened in surprise. "Wha... Lettland..?" Not exactly who he had been expecting to see. Wasn't he one of Russia's territories? He could never really keep his eastern neighbours straight; he rarely concerned himself with them as that would invariably attract Russia's attention, which no one in the continent particularly wanted. "What're you doing here, brat?"

[rauduligsdrebet]

Latvia squeaked in surprise, retracting his hand a second too late as it was now in Prussia's tight grip. He tried to pull back, failing miserably. But when the other Nation finally recognised him, Latvia nodded and squirmed, not daring to pry and yank his hand back.

Tears were already in his eyes, though not spilling yet, and he was trembling as per usual. "It... It is m-me, Latvijas." He blinked at Prussia at the question. Oh, so he did not know about this place yet. "I... f-found myself here, been h-here for some time."

[gewehrundblut]

With a bit of a blank stare, he squeezes just a bit tighter on the wrist he holds before releasing it. "Geez, cut it out and pull yourself together, kid. I don't bite." A pause. No, that's a lie. "Well, hard." Frown. Still lying. "Unless you piss me off." There, that's acceptably honest and should hopefully calm Latvia. Right? Right. He's too awesome for anyone to be that terrified of for no good reason.

"Wait, you've been here a while?!" That instantly makes him somewhat more suspicious of Latvia's intentions and involvement here, though part of him still doubts Latvia is capable of doing anything worse to him than getting him soaked with tears.

Hallo~ I heard you like cute boys/girls? 8D

[jungen_rhein]

[ooc: Okay, so yea... /)_(\ Hope you don't mind a gender!switch Liech?]

Liechtenstein looked around this strange place he had just arrived in. Where did he ended up now this time? This way and that, there were men and women who indulged themselves in debauchery. For the young Nation, it was too much for his eyes to see, too much for his ears to hear. The air was also much too sweet and heady for his liking, and he was already feeling rather warm.

Needing to find a breather, Liechtenstein picked a random room and entered, slamming the door shut and leaning his head against the cool door, sucking in deep breaths to calm himself down. Finally, he turned around to inspect the room he was in, only to yelp in surprise to see another man on the bed.

\o/ Yay cute~!

[gewehrundblut]

((ooc: Don't mind at all, bb!))

"Ugh, can't anyone get some sleep in this place?" Not that he was actually sleeping, and if it weren't for the fact that this kid appears to be very young and nervous, he would actually probably be very snappish, if not outright pinning him to the nearest hard surface while demanding some answers. Except common sense dictates this child has nothing to do with the destestable restraint around his neck, so instead he'll just be generally irritable.

Red eyes narrow curiously at the boy; he does look vaguely familiar, though Prussia can't quite put his finger on how. Ah, well, perhaps it's simply because after hundreds of years, humans all tend to start looking alike? He doubts that. "So, who're you and why are you just running into other peoples' rooms?" He may as well start getting dressed. It's unlikely whomever is responsible for this will show themselves, and he's getting very restless.

[jungen_rhein]

Liechtenstein jumped at the outburst, pressing himself against the door, willing it to melt and swallow him back outside, which was worst. Either way, he was trapped with a rather naked man. An irritated one too.

The other was very familiar looking, as if he had met him before, knew him personally. Part of his family, so to speak. He averted his eyes quickly as the man got dressed. "Ah.. Urm... My name is... Noah Stein." He decided to use his human name for now. "Pl-Please forgive me for intruding as such. It was not my intention."

[gewehrundblut]

He tilts his head at the young man, before grabbing his uniform off the chair and tossing it on the bed next to him. It should probably be familiar to Noah; it is a Prussian officer's uniform after all. "I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt. So, runt, what made you run in here, then, unintentionally?" He digs through the disarray he's made of his once neatly folded and stacked uniform, before making a triumphant noise when he finds his pants.

On with those, then, and never mind that they're a bit too tight over the vitals. He'll have to do something about that pesky arousal, but later, when this damn collar is off of him.

[edes_virag]

The hotel sure seemed to like to move rooms around or put them in places she swore she remembered as being her own. It was because of that, that she wound up entering in to the hotel room with a bag in her arms of the usual meals that she would have for herself as she kept to herself in hopes of not really running in to anyone at the hotel.

Of course, that was until she was met with the vision before her of a child hood friend-now enemy bolted upright with very little covering him.

A gasp of sorts, escaped her lips, mixed with an almost pained cry as her bag suddenly dropped from her embrace with her hands shooting up right to her eyes to cover them as if what she just saw was blinding. "Gilbert?! What the hell are you doing in here?!"

[gewehrundblut]

Given the right lighting, he's probably pale enough that the light reflecting off his skin is blinding, but there's really no reason to act all pained about it. He yelps and hides under the blankets, just barely peering out at her. "The door was unlocked and I thought it was empty and I was just taking a nap, damnit!" Never mind that yes, the only thing he is actually wearing right now is that deep blue collar.

"What the Hell are you doing here?!"

[edes_virag]

"This is my room!" She yelled, missing the entire more calm words he had spoken. "At least- I could of sworn it was mine.."

Peeking through her fingertips, Hungary saw him but quickly turned her head down to look at the scattered mess of groceries and various fruits that had rolled out on to the crimson carpets. "Darnit- now I have to go back out there later.." She muttered to herself as she kept her hands over her eyes and stepped over them probably wider than she needed.

"I've been here a long time." She continued, a little more calm than before. "Like, over a year."

[gewehrundblut]

"I didn't know that! It didn't exactly look occupied!" Only his head is out from underneah the blankets, and he scoffs at her keeping her hands over her eyes. "Oh, come on! I'm not fucking hideous and if you're being a prude I'm under all the blankets anyways!" Though now he's somewhat tempted to abandon all the covers to collect his uniform, just because she's being such a girl about a little bit of nudity.

"And why the Hell would you stay here that long, anyways?"

*dusts him off* >>

[burntxscones]

England doesn't know what it is about this fucking place that tricks him into entering other people's rooms randomly, but he doesn't like it. Sodding sentient building continually putting him in awkward situations. He'd undo the magic of the whole hotel if he weren't a failtastic spellcaster could just figure out what keeps the blasted place going.

But alas, he doesn't know what makes it tick and he never will, so he is doomed to keep finding himself barging into rooms to be faced with these sorts of things.

Naked Gilbert in a collar? Well, he's seen stranger, and things could be worse, of course. He could have walked in on the frog.

Crossing the room to stand beside the bed, he leans over him a bit and tugs on the collar. Something tells him that Gilbert wouldn't wear such a thing of his own accord, but... Arthur can't help but think that it looks quite nice.

::sneezes, then dies of shock::

[gewehrundblut]

True, walking in on France would always be worse. He's somehow managed to fall back into a fitful sort of doze, but wakens instantly at the tug on his collar, eyes snapping open. "...Engeland, what a... pleasant... surprise..." Except, no, not really, because the Goddamned collar is still around his throat and he's still naked aside from it.

For a moment, he rather just stares at the island, before deciding that, no, Engeland has been his ally for so long it wouldn't make sense for him to be the one responsible. Still, this whole situation reeks of magic, so he can't help but wonder... "You wouldn't know why I'm here, would you?" Somehow, he manages to keep his tone wholly level. In fact, he would daresay it's even polite and bordering on servile. Which should tell any England ever that Prussia is unhappy beyond words and is considering applying sword to the problem until it is solved to his satisfaction.

*revives, gives tissue*

[burntxscones]

That first statement receives a noncommittal sort of noise from the back of his throat, because he can tell that Gilbert doesn't really mean it. Though he supposes he shouldn't really blame him; England is the one intruding, after all.

"I imagine you're here for the same reason as everyone else," he grumbles, not liking Prussia's tone one bit. Level and polite it may be, but those are both traits that don't fit the man lying on the bed. Yes, this England can can certainly tell that he is displeased, but if Prussia is going to insinuate that the Hotel is England's fault, he's not going to make any explanation immediately forthcoming. (Not that there is an explanation...)

::wipes nose:: danke~

[gewehrundblut]

"And what reason is that?" The politeness quickly drops in favour of the irritation he feels, especially since he'd just fallen back asleep. He sits up, edging away a bit so England doesn't get any further ideas about playing with the collar, and raises an eyebrow at him. It's hardly his fault that Arthur is a likely suspect; if the other man didn't spend so much time failing at doing magic then maybe no one would suspect him of being behind creepy magic hotels.

"Cause I can't say I like the place much." It would be a thousand times better without the collar.