Re: UNITED IN PERVERSITY
anonymous
July 20 2009, 11:55:55 UTC
Oh my God, I could not get the request from my head and at 2 a.m. I finished writing this. I apologize to the unfortunate 70% of EU states mentioned in this fic and to the guest star at the end. Warning: un-betaed, non-native English, not as kinky as the title suggests, way too silly
Antonio was one perfectly happy nation. It was such beautiful day! The summer was coming to bloom. The world was full of sunshine and the sweet smell of flowers and colours. It was almost a shame to waste the gorgeous afternoon at an EU meeting. Oh well, perhaps he could suggest a break with some nice wine and music. He should have brought his guitar. Qué pena! But he could improvise and Feliciano would surely join him for a song or two. Oh, it would be a pleasant afternoon after all. He was still feeling the tender warmth of the afternoon sun on his back when he entered the meeting room. …and then it hit him.
Re: UNITED IN PERVERSITY
anonymous
July 20 2009, 11:57:45 UTC
“You bastard! You tomato pervert! Damn you and all your communities!” The unmistakable voice and the weight currently pinning him to the ground and crushing his ribcage were the most familiar things in this blessed world
( ... )
Re: UNITED IN PERVERSITY
anonymous
July 20 2009, 12:06:23 UTC
The newspaper was descending ominously towards ex-DDR like a bomb in an American war movie, like a dark shadow of the economic crisis, like a very slow hawk upon his prey, like… Antonio's flow of similes was ruthlessly interrupted by Germany who caught the offensive paper in the air
( ... )
Re: UNITED IN PERVERSITY
anonymous
July 20 2009, 12:10:42 UTC
“So, what's your problem really?” Slovakia inquired. “This is kind of like those Warsaw Pact parties when everyone got really drunk and… well, never mind.”
“I would like to know too,” Antonio said. “I get sat on during an official meeting without even knowing what I did wrong. Romano, just tell us what…” “You know it very well, you twisted jerk, and the devil has got a special place in Hell just for you!”
“Just leave the Queen mode and spill it, Romano!” England retorted. Germany shuffled through El País. “Please, Germany, don't look…” came a plea from Feliciano's side. “I will die of shame and you will hurt your eyes forever
( ... )
Re: UNITED IN PERVERSITY
anonymous
July 20 2009, 12:19:05 UTC
“W-what? I was just proving a point!” the girl protested.
“And what point it might be?” France purred.
“That EU can run autopilot?” tried Czech Republic. “Anarchy is an answer!”
France laid the newspaper in front of her. “You know, EU had been nothing without dirty Eastern European girls.”
“It's Central Europe to you,” Hungary defended their honour indignantly while Czech Republic was busy staring at the photo and her face got incredibly white and her body rigid
( ... )
Warning: un-betaed, non-native English, not as kinky as the title suggests, way too silly
Antonio was one perfectly happy nation. It was such beautiful day! The summer was coming to bloom. The world was full of sunshine and the sweet smell of flowers and colours.
It was almost a shame to waste the gorgeous afternoon at an EU meeting. Oh well, perhaps he could suggest a break with some nice wine and music. He should have brought his guitar. Qué pena! But he could improvise and Feliciano would surely join him for a song or two.
Oh, it would be a pleasant afternoon after all. He was still feeling the tender warmth of the afternoon sun on his back when he entered the meeting room.
…and then it hit him.
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“I would like to know too,” Antonio said. “I get sat on during an official meeting without even knowing what I did wrong. Romano, just tell us what…”
“You know it very well, you twisted jerk, and the devil has got a special place in Hell just for you!”
“Just leave the Queen mode and spill it, Romano!” England retorted.
Germany shuffled through El País. “Please, Germany, don't look…” came a plea from Feliciano's side. “I will die of shame and you will hurt your eyes forever ( ... )
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“And what point it might be?” France purred.
“That EU can run autopilot?” tried Czech Republic. “Anarchy is an answer!”
France laid the newspaper in front of her. “You know, EU had been nothing without dirty Eastern European girls.”
“It's Central Europe to you,” Hungary defended their honour indignantly while Czech Republic was busy staring at the photo and her face got incredibly white and her body rigid ( ... )
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