Drabble dump~ 9!
"No." Germania deadpanned, folding his arms and planting his feet. Rome made a whining noise not unlike a scolded puppy.
"Oh come on, please? It's not going to hurt you or anything!"
The blonde's face was an impenetrable slab of marble. "No."
"It'll help you learn Latin!"
"I don't want to learn your stupid language."
"But I can't keep speaking barbarian forever, and you say I ruin it with my accent anyway!" the Empire poked Germania on the fore-arm, pouting. "Pretty please? With salt and spices and a virgin on top?"
"It is a children's game, Roma."
"Wrong! It's a barbarian children's game. My kids don't need to use it, they know Latin already!" He beamed with pride. "Come on, I know you're a little tall to hold their hands in the circle and if you stick your left leg in and shake it about you might kick them but really some of them do need a kick in the teeth sometimes, right?"
Across the room, little Gallia gleefully dragged the rest of the circle together, yelling the rhyme lyrics out in Latin. Britannia tried to free his hand from the other boy's grip, but to no avail. On his other side, Lusitia held his hand much more loosely, but received no struggle to let go. The second of Iberia's sons had dragged young South Italy into the circle, which in turn brought North Italy in, who dragged in Greece's young son as well as Egypt's, both of whom looked bored due to their fluency in the language already.
The average height of the circle was about 4 feet tall. Germania stood at 6 foot seven inches.
"No. I will learn Latin, but not like that."
Rome threw his hands up into the air. "Yay! You'll learn it! Okay, do it however, I'm gonna go find Greece and tell her I won the bet!"
The brunette was out of arm's reach before Germania had a change to swing at him, so he let out a few choice Latin swears instead.
"Mr Germania, are we doing that word next?"
"Ve, I don't think I've heard that on before."
"What does it mean?"
He was going to kill Rome for this.
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China stood in the doorway not saying a word for the better part of 10 minutes.
Russia busied himself going about the room during lunch break, pouring vodka bottle after vodka bottle into everyone's drinks. Including the minors. He had already acknowledged the older Nation with a cheery smile and a wave before resuming his activities. It was another five minutes before China finally spoke up.
"I don't think that's ethical aru."
Violet eyes blinked innocently. "Of course not, it is vodka, da?"
It took a couple of seconds for Yao to realise just what part of that Ivan had misunderstood, whereupon he turned on his heel and pretended like he hadn't seen anything, resolving to bring his camera when he returned.
There was good money in blackmail.
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"Je pars! C'est stupide!"
"Ahh, Quebec! Ontario was only trying to wind you up, eh!"
From within the province's room, there was the sound of many different clothes being packed into a suitcase with little care and great irritation. It was a small wonder why he didn't just keep one packed at all times. Nova Scotia folded his arms and stood outside the door, waiting patiently for his sibling to continue the rest of this usual routine. As expected, Quebec burst from his room with suitcase in tow, dragging it all the way down the stairs, being sure to chuck it over the banister so it hit a passing Ontario on the head.
You'd think he'd have learned by now not to walk past where that suitcase was dropped every single time this happened.
Quebec made it all the way to the front door, before he found an obstacle in his way.
Canada folded his arms, taller than all of his provinces by a head an a half, and tried to look like a scolding parent. However, he had not inherited this trait from England, nor from France, so instead he looked more like he was about to start crying.
"Déplacez-vous!" Quebec yelled, trying to stomp on Canada's feet. Expecting this, Canada simply dodged each attempt.
"Désolé, mais non."
"Sacramente!" he swore, poking Canada's chest and standing on tiptoes to look more intimidating. "Je suis indépendent!"
"Vraiment?" A rustle, and Canada held up a handful of notes. "Je garderai ceci, eh?"
"Mon allocation! Donnez-le!" the bespecticaled Nation held the money out of reach as they younger boy made a grab for it.
"Les Nations indépendantes n'obtiennent pas l'allocation."
Quebec fumed, snatched the money off Canada, and stormed back upstairs with his bag. The older brother of the Canadian siblings let out a long sigh. The other territories and provinces who had gathered for the weekly show stared back at him.
"Eh... anyone want pancakes?"
Kumajiro was nearly crushed in the resulting stampede to the kitchen.