We're On To You (Seriously) [1/?]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 08:49:23 UTC
A/N: hopes that they somehow managed to fill what OP wanted. :D and that this was supposed to be a one chap only but I had lessons so.. yeah. ---
A drop of sweat trickled down his neck. It wasn't hot or anything and the weather wasn't even warm, dammit! It was near winter but he was still sweating. He really hoped it because he was warm and not because he was nervous or anything. He didn't get nervous! But most importantly, he wasn't sure what he was doing infront of France's house carrying a six pack of beer after Francis called him over to a ' "Boy's Night Out".
The hell?
'Didn't France have Canada to this with?' Alfred thought to himself as he rang the doorbell multiple times wondering if the Frenchman forgot about him visiting. The door creaked open. Alred swore he heard a scream in the background but that was just probably part of his awesome imagination. "Bonjour, mon cher!" greeted Francis opening the door wide enough to let Alfred in. "Hey Francis!" said Alfred
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Ok... America/Canada right? That's the only pairing I can come up with... But but but... With Spain AND Prussia in there... ;A; Right... I still think America/Canada, though there's also Romano and Germany. But I'll wait... AHHHHHHHHHH~
Gawd, lavishly 11:06-Midnight. recaptcha is totally reading this fic and has even given the meet-up time.
Re: We're On To You (Seriously) [1/?]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 10:38:58 UTC
op is intrigued. and its very tempting to say one of the italies as all three of the bad trio have shown some kind of fondness for italia at some point or other in history. but canada is also possible seeing as how its more a playground for most of the other nations than it is a nation in of itself (i love my country but we have serious identity issues). but again, intrigued. and happily so. triple the fun ^-^ wonder what their 'shotguns' will be?
and that this was supposed to be a one chap only but I had lessons so.. yeah.
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A drop of sweat trickled down his neck. It wasn't hot or anything and the weather wasn't even warm, dammit! It was near winter but he was still sweating. He really hoped it because he was warm and not because he was nervous or anything. He didn't get nervous! But most importantly, he wasn't sure what he was doing infront of France's house carrying a six pack of beer after Francis called him over to a '
"Boy's Night Out".
The hell?
'Didn't France have Canada to this with?' Alfred thought to himself as he rang the doorbell multiple times wondering if the Frenchman forgot about him visiting. The door creaked open. Alred swore he heard a scream in the background but that was just probably part of his awesome imagination. "Bonjour, mon cher!" greeted Francis opening the door wide enough to let Alfred in. "Hey Francis!" said Alfred ( ... )
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And ouch~ Slammed in the face. I've been reading too many fills of tortured-Alfred.
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Gawd, lavishly 11:06-Midnight. recaptcha is totally reading this fic and has even given the meet-up time.
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recaptcha: 6-foot-6-inch mutt, hmmm....
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I love Francis in this. So nice and polite, and still so threatening. Poor, poor Alfred. =)~
(reCaptcha: Britain banquets wut?)
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pleasebeUK/USpleasebeUK/USpleasebeUK/USpleasebeUK/US
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