Mice Hunt
Rating: K+
Characters: Brazil, Paraguay, Argentina and Uruguay.
Summary: This was a nearly impossible mission, yet with bravery, a broom and some tasty homemade paraguayan cheese, he thought he could make it. But then Primos happened.
Warnings: Cursing, egos (always), porteño screams and guarani wrath, everyone.
Singing the Impossible Mission song very, very softly, Luciano waited, right behind his couch, broom in hands. The cheese smelled so nice- it had to, it was some of Daniel’s delicious homemade cheese, after all (which was precious to him, so Luciano might get killed if Daniel ever finds out with what purposes he’s using his cheese right then), and if his new enemy didn’t like it, then the poor animal had no taste.
A grey flash crossed his sight. There!
Luciano jumped over the couch- stumbled, fell on the rug, hit his head, bit his tongue, got up- quickly, but the mouse was already too close to the piece of cheese on the floor.
As if doing it would make him go any faster- and, amazingly, it worked,Luciano decided to sing louder. Once he was close enough, he raised his broom and-
“Dude, just what the hell are you doing?”
The door was opened, and Martín entered the room, his cousins following.
Luciano got distracted for that fraction of a second, and the mouse disappeared.
“Thanks, asses, you just ruined it” he sighed, glaring at the cousins.
Martín, getting as offended as just only him can easily get, spat back instantly. “What the hell is your problem, idiot?! We come to visit and that’s how you treat us?! You were just singing!” He yelled, breathing once before going on “It sucked, sure, but you can’t treat us like that because of your lack of talent!”
“What the fuck, dude, shut up!” Luciano braked. “First off, I sing like an angel” He cleared his throat. “And there’s a mouse in the house”
Martín paled, just as Sebastián raised both his eyebrows.
“There’s a mouse here?” they both asked at unison.
“Yes, there is” Luciano gave them a dirty look. “I was about to kill it when you came in and ruined everything”
Daniel didn’t say a word until he looked down, his eyes getting big, and hissed under his breath. “Shit”.
Luciano noticed, and he drove his eyes to the floor to see what took Daniel’s attention, his eyes growing wide. He looked up to Martín, and whispered. “Don’t move”
The moment Martín heard that, though, the first thing he did was scream, right before he started shaking his entire body, making the poor mouse run from where it was hidden- on the blonde’s left foot, and it was his favorite shoe!
Sebastián tensed up, Daniel cursed again, aloud, and asked Luciano for another broom, the Brazilian pointed at the kitchen, to where Daniel ran a second after.
When he came back, Martín was jumping on the couch, still screaming.
“HOLY SHIT YOU CALL THAT A MOUSE OH MY GOD THAT’S SOME KIND OF HUGE ASS MUTANT SON OF A WHORE HOLY FUCK”
Sebastián was sitting right beside Tincho with a pokerface, both his legs up in order not to touch the ground.
Luciano was chasing the mouse and laughing. “ I didn’t know you guys were scared of mice!”
Martín cried some swears in the fastest Spanish he could manage, which only made Luciano laugh even more, though he couldn’t understand shit.
“I’m not” Sebastián said calmly, “I just think they’re … disgusting”
Luciano had to stop singing, to stop running, and just sit on the floor to laugh his behind off, the mouse still wandering around freely.
Of course his fun would end once he felt Daniel’s murderous aura.
“What is that smell?”
Well shit.
Luciano choked and looked up, just to have Daniel’s broom pointed at him. “That’s my cheese, isn’t it?”
There was another scream, the mouse crossed just before his eyes.
He stood up and ran.
Though he wasn’t sure if he was running to chase the mouse, or running away from Daniel.
Characters: Brazil, Paraguay, Argentina and Uruguay.
Summary: This was a nearly impossible mission, yet with bravery, a broom and some tasty homemade paraguayan cheese, he thought he could make it. But then Primos happened.
Warnings: Cursing, egos (always), porteño screams and guarani wrath, everyone.
Singing the Impossible Mission song very, very softly, Luciano waited, right behind his couch, broom in hands. The cheese smelled so nice- it had to, it was some of Daniel’s delicious homemade cheese, after all (which was precious to him, so Luciano might get killed if Daniel ever finds out with what purposes he’s using his cheese right then), and if his new enemy didn’t like it, then the poor animal had no taste.
A grey flash crossed his sight. There!
Luciano jumped over the couch- stumbled, fell on the rug, hit his head, bit his tongue, got up- quickly, but the mouse was already too close to the piece of cheese on the floor.
As if doing it would make him go any faster- and, amazingly, it worked,Luciano decided to sing louder. Once he was close enough, he raised his broom and-
“Dude, just what the hell are you doing?”
The door was opened, and Martín entered the room, his cousins following.
Luciano got distracted for that fraction of a second, and the mouse disappeared.
“Thanks, asses, you just ruined it” he sighed, glaring at the cousins.
Martín, getting as offended as just only him can easily get, spat back instantly. “What the hell is your problem, idiot?! We come to visit and that’s how you treat us?! You were just singing!” He yelled, breathing once before going on “It sucked, sure, but you can’t treat us like that because of your lack of talent!”
“What the fuck, dude, shut up!” Luciano braked. “First off, I sing like an angel” He cleared his throat. “And there’s a mouse in the house”
Martín paled, just as Sebastián raised both his eyebrows.
“There’s a mouse here?” they both asked at unison.
“Yes, there is” Luciano gave them a dirty look. “I was about to kill it when you came in and ruined everything”
Daniel didn’t say a word until he looked down, his eyes getting big, and hissed under his breath. “Shit”.
Luciano noticed, and he drove his eyes to the floor to see what took Daniel’s attention, his eyes growing wide. He looked up to Martín, and whispered. “Don’t move”
The moment Martín heard that, though, the first thing he did was scream, right before he started shaking his entire body, making the poor mouse run from where it was hidden- on the blonde’s left foot, and it was his favorite shoe!
Sebastián tensed up, Daniel cursed again, aloud, and asked Luciano for another broom, the Brazilian pointed at the kitchen, to where Daniel ran a second after.
When he came back, Martín was jumping on the couch, still screaming.
“HOLY SHIT YOU CALL THAT A MOUSE OH MY GOD THAT’S SOME KIND OF HUGE ASS MUTANT SON OF A WHORE HOLY FUCK”
Sebastián was sitting right beside Tincho with a pokerface, both his legs up in order not to touch the ground.
Luciano was chasing the mouse and laughing. “ I didn’t know you guys were scared of mice!”
Martín cried some swears in the fastest Spanish he could manage, which only made Luciano laugh even more, though he couldn’t understand shit.
“I’m not” Sebastián said calmly, “I just think they’re … disgusting”
Luciano had to stop singing, to stop running, and just sit on the floor to laugh his behind off, the mouse still wandering around freely.
Of course his fun would end once he felt Daniel’s murderous aura.
“What is that smell?”
Well shit.
Luciano choked and looked up, just to have Daniel’s broom pointed at him. “That’s my cheese, isn’t it?”
There was another scream, the mouse crossed just before his eyes.
He stood up and ran.
Though he wasn’t sure if he was running to chase the mouse, or running away from Daniel.