Slight of Hand [1/?]
anonymous
April 29 2009, 05:03:03 UTC
Second writer!non going at it. Hope it doesn't suck too hard.
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Canada was certain that world meetings existed for the sole purpose of making him look either stupid or insignificant. This assumption was founded on the base that whenever he attended one of these meetings, he was either forgotten or shown up. Of course, if his dearly beloved brother didn't make a show of ensuring those things happened, maybe things wouldn't be so bad.
Needless to say, he hated meetings.
Yet this very morning he had dragged himself out of bed to attend on in the anticipation of how he would be made a fool of today. Lucky for him, it hadn't taken long for America to employ his foul tactics of humiliation.
"Come on, Canada! We're going to be late!"
Matthew groaned to himself. "I'm coming, dammit," he whined. Alfred put his hands on his hips and pouted. "You're soooo slow!" He complained.
Well excuuuuse me, princess, Matthew seethed. We can't all be as excited as you first thing in the morning."You're just too overeager," the Canadian grunted
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Slight of Hand [2/?]
anonymous
April 29 2009, 05:26:01 UTC
The meeting dragged on and on. Alfred decided that after ten minutes of listening to Italy talk about pasta that he'd have quite enough. Bugging Matt was much more fun than sitting in a stupid boring meeting all day. Looking beside him, he saw his brother fighting to keep his eyes open. Thinking this an excellent opportunity to entertain himself, he reached out and tugged on that one piece of hair that always seemed to stick out on Matthew's head
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Slight of Hand [3/?]
anonymous
April 30 2009, 04:25:24 UTC
After the meeting, Alfred couldn't wait to get out, partially due to worry over his brother and partially due to boredom threatening to kill him. It was all he could do to keep himself from running out of that damned meeting room.
"Okay, Matt, you have to tell me what's wrong with you now!"
There was no response. That's odd, Alfred thought. Wasn't he right next to me just a second ago?He poked his head back in to the meeting room. There was Canada, still in his seat. He hadn't even moved an inch. Though to anyone else it may have been worrying, Alfred only saw it as annoying. "Matt, come on. Seriously. What's your problem today
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Slight of Hand [4/?]
anonymous
May 3 2009, 04:58:05 UTC
His advance was slow and torturous. By the time America finally got back to his brother, Canada had pulled him down forcefully for another heated kiss. They moaned against each other loudly until America's leg came to rest between Canada's. Matthew's breath hitched in his throat and he broke away from his brother
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Slight of Hand [5/6]
anonymous
May 3 2009, 05:28:21 UTC
Soon Matthew was pushing back against Alfred. He'd hit something that made him scream, and then, damn him, Matthew could have sworn he heard another chuckle from his brother's throat
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Slight of Hand [6/6]
anonymous
May 3 2009, 05:49:36 UTC
Canada was the first to come back to his senses, and when he did he started laughing. He couldn't help himself. Soon America was joining in on the laughter too. When they finally calmed down, however, America pulled out of Canada and unbound his wrists. "I'll have to remember this for next time," he said, giving a brief tug on Canada's hair curl
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Canada was certain that world meetings existed for the sole purpose of making him look either stupid or insignificant. This assumption was founded on the base that whenever he attended one of these meetings, he was either forgotten or shown up. Of course, if his dearly beloved brother didn't make a show of ensuring those things happened, maybe things wouldn't be so bad.
Needless to say, he hated meetings.
Yet this very morning he had dragged himself out of bed to attend on in the anticipation of how he would be made a fool of today. Lucky for him, it hadn't taken long for America to employ his foul tactics of humiliation.
"Come on, Canada! We're going to be late!"
Matthew groaned to himself. "I'm coming, dammit," he whined. Alfred put his hands on his hips and pouted. "You're soooo slow!" He complained.
Well excuuuuse me, princess, Matthew seethed. We can't all be as excited as you first thing in the morning."You're just too overeager," the Canadian grunted ( ... )
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"Well excuuuuse me, princess" made me giggle. Hetalia meets old 80s cartoons...brain gears turning....
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"Okay, Matt, you have to tell me what's wrong with you now!"
There was no response. That's odd, Alfred thought. Wasn't he right next to me just a second ago?He poked his head back in to the meeting room. There was Canada, still in his seat. He hadn't even moved an inch. Though to anyone else it may have been worrying, Alfred only saw it as annoying. "Matt, come on. Seriously. What's your problem today ( ... )
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I enjoyed this a lot! Good job writer!anon, that was awesome.
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