This may be the sappiest request on the kink meme, but I'd like to see a series of drabbles (so, not one continuous fic, think Five Times Poland Realized He Loved Lithuania) about various countries laughing.
Laugh Drabble #1 - USxLithuania [part 1 of 2]
anonymous
January 5 2009, 16:58:34 UTC
Erm, random anon here, thought this request would be sweet to do, but there's not way I should use my epic!fail of writing style to write a bunch of laughing moments, so I settled it with one? Though I'm hoping that more people fill this request in as well! *smiles*
Oh, and my most sincere apologies beforehand on the complete fail in grammar, OC-ness and... well... writing.
----- It was with a pinched face and fingers massaging his temple that Alfred Jones could be found at the moment, a uncharacteristic frown etched on his face as he scoured the mass of papers in front of him thoroughly.
The economy was dropping, he needed to go to Canada again to try and get some oil out of him, he was overspending, he still hadn't paid off his international debt yet, and if it went any higher, he'd be screwed in about a hundred different ways, his dollar value was dropping, there was going to be a second Great Depression and it was all going to be his fault and- FUCK!Alfred shook his head violently, nearly dislodging his glasses from his face
( ... )
Laugh Drabble #1 - USxLithuania [part 2 of 2]
anonymous
January 5 2009, 17:01:36 UTC
The Lithuanian just laughed and closed the door, heading for the kitchen, intent on setting up the kitchen table. He was not surprised to hear the door open and close again behind him, and hear the quick pitter-patter of feet not long after.
What he didn't expect (but should have expected), was the American's arms to wrap around him tightly from behind, with his face nuzzling the crook of his neck happily, glasses long gone somewhere.
"Lliiiithh, you're an angel, always being so prepared and thoughtful! You're like the Statue of Liberty to my New York City!"
The American didn't notice much when the other stopped walking, busy feeling very thankful he didn't have to wait any longer for his food
( ... )
OP decided to write some~
anonymous
January 6 2009, 04:28:47 UTC
1 Heracles relaxed - sitting on an old staircase in whitewashed Mykonos, letting the breeze drift by. He knew that a good handful of the others were worrying over something or other, having just gotten off the phone with a frantic Kiku. But he found that here, with the salty coastal wind blowing, it was hard to get wrapped up in all that.
He took his hat and coat off and let them fall aside, onto a lower step, then closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He found himself smiling as various people walked past him, up and down the staircase, talking to their friends or just hurriedly rushing along. After a few minutes, a gentle fuzz poked up against his arm.
His smile widened when he saw the grey cat sniffing at his elbow. It mewled when he picked it up, and he couldn't help but laugh when it batted a paw at his nose. He was still chuckling lightly as it clambered down to curl up on top of his coat.
Re: OP decided to write some~
anonymous
January 8 2009, 02:17:13 UTC
It feels a bit weird to compliment OP for a fill, but your fills are sooo good. Loved the one for Greece, such a quiet and adorable piece, perfect for him. And America's one sent chills down my spine, especially because I can see it so clearly.
He laughed Red
anonymous
January 6 2009, 11:13:13 UTC
Dead bodies and corpses lied scattered around him, beneath his feet. And the blood that flowed forth didn't just colour the frozen rivers with red. It stained the veins, rooted deep, there forever.
Oh our great Motherland!
He tilted his head just a little, saw smokes clouding the sky. Smokes and snow, and cries of the innocents, of the sinners. Oh, how they mixed and mingled until everything became unclear.
He cried, softly at first. Tears fell onto the crimson snow.
Without effort to contain himself, the sobs rocked his body and he fell to his knees.
For all the deads, for all the citizens of the country. His children. All of his feelings spilled forth.
And then he began to laugh. The sound shrill. Crazy and maddening. The echo spread over the icy lands of his heart.
He didn't stop even when his voice crackled. Not even when he felt the copper tinge at the back of his throat.
No more, Russia would not cry anymore.
-------------- anon dropped by with a short one.... hoping that this is okay.
Re: He laughed Red
anonymous
January 8 2009, 02:22:26 UTC
This is a theme written about pretty often when it comes to Russia, but I've yet to grow bored of it and in this case, the way you wrote about it is stunning. Thanks for dropping by, it sure was ok!
"You're being ridiculous, Italy. We've barely started."
"But it's so haaaaard!"
"That's because you're untrained. Now come on!"
Italy stumbled clumsily after Germany's straight, confident back, panting in exhaustion though the sun was pleasant and mild today. His feet dragged more with each step and he fell further and further behind.
"Oh, forget it, Germany. I can't."
Germany turned and looked back to give Italy a critical once-over, but he did not slow his brisk pace. He re-hefted the weight of his backpack and frowned. "You," he said, "are utterly hopeless."
"I don't care!" Italy whined. "I just can't take it anymore! No more marching, please!"
"It's not marching," said Germany, sounding almost hurt. "It's hiking. And it's good for you
( ... )
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Oh, and my most sincere apologies beforehand on the complete fail in grammar, OC-ness and... well... writing.
-----
It was with a pinched face and fingers massaging his temple that Alfred Jones could be found at the moment, a uncharacteristic frown etched on his face as he scoured the mass of papers in front of him thoroughly.
The economy was dropping, he needed to go to Canada again to try and get some oil out of him, he was overspending, he still hadn't paid off his international debt yet, and if it went any higher, he'd be screwed in about a hundred different ways, his dollar value was dropping, there was going to be a second Great Depression and it was all going to be his fault and- FUCK!Alfred shook his head violently, nearly dislodging his glasses from his face ( ... )
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"Llllliiiiiiiiitttttthhhhh~ Llliithhuuuaaanniiiiiaaaaa~ "
What he didn't expect (but should have expected), was the American's arms to wrap around him tightly from behind, with his face nuzzling the crook of his neck happily, glasses long gone somewhere.
"Lliiiithh, you're an angel, always being so prepared and thoughtful! You're like the Statue of Liberty to my New York City!"
The American didn't notice much when the other stopped walking, busy feeling very thankful he didn't have to wait any longer for his food ( ... )
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Heracles relaxed - sitting on an old staircase in whitewashed Mykonos, letting the breeze drift by. He knew that a good handful of the others were worrying over something or other, having just gotten off the phone with a frantic Kiku. But he found that here, with the salty coastal wind blowing, it was hard to get wrapped up in all that.
He took his hat and coat off and let them fall aside, onto a lower step, then closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He found himself smiling as various people walked past him, up and down the staircase, talking to their friends or just hurriedly rushing along. After a few minutes, a gentle fuzz poked up against his arm.
His smile widened when he saw the grey cat sniffing at his elbow. It mewled when he picked it up, and he couldn't help but laugh when it batted a paw at his nose. He was still chuckling lightly as it clambered down to curl up on top of his coat.
2America had won the war ( ... )
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I hope we get to see others laughing too!
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Oh our great Motherland!
He tilted his head just a little, saw smokes clouding the sky. Smokes and snow, and cries of the innocents, of the sinners. Oh, how they mixed and mingled until everything became unclear.
He cried, softly at first. Tears fell onto the crimson snow.
Without effort to contain himself, the sobs rocked his body and he fell to his knees.
For all the deads, for all the citizens of the country. His children. All of his feelings spilled forth.
And then he began to laugh. The sound shrill. Crazy and maddening. The echo spread over the icy lands of his heart.
He didn't stop even when his voice crackled. Not even when he felt the copper tinge at the back of his throat.
No more, Russia would not cry anymore.
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anon dropped by with a short one.... hoping that this is okay.
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"Oh, Germany, stop, stop, I give up!"
"You're being ridiculous, Italy. We've barely started."
"But it's so haaaaard!"
"That's because you're untrained. Now come on!"
Italy stumbled clumsily after Germany's straight, confident back, panting in exhaustion though the sun was pleasant and mild today. His feet dragged more with each step and he fell further and further behind.
"Oh, forget it, Germany. I can't."
Germany turned and looked back to give Italy a critical once-over, but he did not slow his brisk pace. He re-hefted the weight of his backpack and frowned. "You," he said, "are utterly hopeless."
"I don't care!" Italy whined. "I just can't take it anymore! No more marching, please!"
"It's not marching," said Germany, sounding almost hurt. "It's hiking. And it's good for you ( ... )
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:D
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I'm loving all these different views of the same prompt. I hope we get even more fills.
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