Silly little fic for #APH
So there was an art prompt thing in #APH today. The prompt was "Sealand Throws Eggs at England" So yeah, here it is.
The Eggy Rebellion
The sounds of moans and heavy panting filled the small room, the glow of a computer monitor making Arthur’s face appear pale in the dark room. He watched the two men on screen eyes on the two sculpted blondes, as the smaller one fucked the larger one. He grunted, fuck he was close, just a little more and---- He winced as something hit the back of his head, breaking and splattering on his monitor.
“What the bloody hell?” he wiped the back of his head, looking at the sticky yellow substance, his brain identifying it as eggs just as another one hit his shoulder. He turned all the way around, seeing a grinning face, a package of eggs held in his other hand as he tossed a third one up and down. Arthur glared at the fort, starting to get up from his seat before realizing the position the Peter had caught him in. “Get the hell out of here Peter! You know you’re grounded for a week, you aren’t supposed to leave the fort!” he hastily rearranged himself as he yelled at the adolescent, hastily closing the window that he had previously been occupied with. Just as he turned around another egg hit him in the side of the head, loud obnoxious laughter reaching his ears. “No way Jerk Arthur! I’m declaring my independence from you! No more groundings or early bedtimes! Hahahahahahaha! Suck egg you wanker!” He let fly another egg which Arthur managed to dodge, watching it take out a bust of Winston Churchill. The Brit glared at Peter, crossing the room under a hail of egg fire to snatch Peter by the collar of his sailor suit.
“Let me down you Jerk! Asshole! This is an act of war against another nation! Your boss will hear from my boss you wanker!” All this and more, along with several insults in what Arthur was quite certain was Finnish or Swedish were spewed at him as he carried Peter out of the room and down to the front steps of his house where as expected the helicopter Peter used to get back and forth from his little home was parked. He must have been quite distracted to miss it’s arrival, it usually gave him a good few mintues warning. He glared at the pilot who simply shrugged as Arthur tossed the still loudly protesting micro-nation into the passenger cabin of the chopper. “You haven’t heard the last of me!” Peter declared, smashing one last egg on Arthur’s head before the island nation managed to slam the door shut.
Arthur sighed as he turned to walk back up the front steps of his house, grumbling about cleaning and hoping he could get all the egg off his monitor. One thing was for certain. His boner was completely gone. And that had been such a good video too. . .
~*Fin*~
[Sorry if it sucked, I banged it out in about an hour in between RP-ing]
The Eggy Rebellion
The sounds of moans and heavy panting filled the small room, the glow of a computer monitor making Arthur’s face appear pale in the dark room. He watched the two men on screen eyes on the two sculpted blondes, as the smaller one fucked the larger one. He grunted, fuck he was close, just a little more and---- He winced as something hit the back of his head, breaking and splattering on his monitor.
“What the bloody hell?” he wiped the back of his head, looking at the sticky yellow substance, his brain identifying it as eggs just as another one hit his shoulder. He turned all the way around, seeing a grinning face, a package of eggs held in his other hand as he tossed a third one up and down. Arthur glared at the fort, starting to get up from his seat before realizing the position the Peter had caught him in. “Get the hell out of here Peter! You know you’re grounded for a week, you aren’t supposed to leave the fort!” he hastily rearranged himself as he yelled at the adolescent, hastily closing the window that he had previously been occupied with. Just as he turned around another egg hit him in the side of the head, loud obnoxious laughter reaching his ears. “No way Jerk Arthur! I’m declaring my independence from you! No more groundings or early bedtimes! Hahahahahahaha! Suck egg you wanker!” He let fly another egg which Arthur managed to dodge, watching it take out a bust of Winston Churchill. The Brit glared at Peter, crossing the room under a hail of egg fire to snatch Peter by the collar of his sailor suit.
“Let me down you Jerk! Asshole! This is an act of war against another nation! Your boss will hear from my boss you wanker!” All this and more, along with several insults in what Arthur was quite certain was Finnish or Swedish were spewed at him as he carried Peter out of the room and down to the front steps of his house where as expected the helicopter Peter used to get back and forth from his little home was parked. He must have been quite distracted to miss it’s arrival, it usually gave him a good few mintues warning. He glared at the pilot who simply shrugged as Arthur tossed the still loudly protesting micro-nation into the passenger cabin of the chopper. “You haven’t heard the last of me!” Peter declared, smashing one last egg on Arthur’s head before the island nation managed to slam the door shut.
Arthur sighed as he turned to walk back up the front steps of his house, grumbling about cleaning and hoping he could get all the egg off his monitor. One thing was for certain. His boner was completely gone. And that had been such a good video too. . .
~*Fin*~
[Sorry if it sucked, I banged it out in about an hour in between RP-ing]