INTRO | SMOOTH-TALKER (Room 5533) | APHRO AS YOU LIKE

[diosorogloria]

Spain wakes up in one of the hotel rooms and sighs in disappointment when he sees that he is still stuck in this infernal place. Red, so much red. While he likes the color, he now finds the whole redness of the place actually quite offensive as the days wear on and he still remains trapped. And of course there is that ever-present sweet scent in

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I'm taking a bit of CR & smut if you don't mind. <3

[ratherbutch]

Utena happened to be at the door staring at a naked man on her bed. She stood there for a bit and decided what to do, it wasn't everyday you found a naked man. With a slight tap to her lips, she was about to just close the door and walk away when he spoke out to her. With a nervous smile she replied to him.

"W-Well um no not really I suppose, but..this is my room..." With a small wave, she tried very hard to make small shuffles into the room.

Not at all ^_~

[diosorogloria]

"Oh." He must have been very tired when he found this room to notice that it's someone else's. Then again, the rooms don't really have any way to tell that they belong to someone.

"I apologize." He says to her with a smile, not at all fazed that here is a young woman he doesn't know in a room with him while he is naked. For propriety's sake, however, he does shift the blanket to cover more of himself. "I didn't realize this room belongs to someone."

:D

[ratherbutch]

Utena bowed a bit and blushed. She wasn't the type to get mad at someone over this and she is very forgiving. However she struggles a bit to keep eye contact.

"It's okay really. If you want this room I don't mind giving it to you, I just need to get my clothing.." Utena waves her hands for a bit and smiles softly. She enters the room and dashes to the closet. Opening the doors, you can see male school uniforms, at least by Japan's standards.

^_^

[diosorogloria]

She dashes to the closet and Spain has to wonder if his nakedness has offended her. Probably. It's normal enough to be startled at naked people showing up in your room.

"Please, you don't have to." He pauses at the sight of the male uniforms, finding them curious, but doesn't comment on them. "I can just put on my clothes and be on my way."

[pays_de_lamour]

Open doors are always taken as invitations by France. Luckily, she's found that in this place it seems to be the norm to barge in whenever one feels like doing so. It hasn't gotten her into trouble yet, at least.

Oh, but isn't this a wonderful sight? What a perfect specimen this man is, from his piercing green eyes to his body like that of some Mediterranean god. And that voice... it literally sends shivers up her spine. Françoise can't even remember the last time simple words had such an effect on her.

Yes. Yes, he can certainly help her.

"Ahh... oui. I'm sorry for intruding..." Which is a lie, of course, because what is there to be sorry about?

[diosorogloria]

He quirks an eyebrow at the French and tilts his head at this unknown woman. He knows he hasn't seen her before, but why does she seem so familiar?

"Not at all, señorita." And since a lady is around, he carefully moves to start covering himself. "You weren't intruding at all." And she isn't, really. Besides, a beautiful woman is always a nice interruption.

[pays_de_lamour]

France is having a similar moment of deja vu, because she definitely thinks she should know this man. But likewise, she knows she has never met him. She is good at remembering faces; especially ones as beautiful as his.

"I'm glad, then." And with that, she takes a seat in a nearby armchair, crossing her legs daintily and not really noticing that he's covering himself. "I feel as though we have met, but don't think we have.... You're Spanish, yes?"

[diosorogloria]

Spain smiles humorously at the question, finding it funny as he nods, "Si,, Spanish born and raised." No one is more Spanish than he is.

He looks to this beautiful woman, taking in her blond hair and blue eyes, and feels much the same way. "You're French, of course?" He asks in much the same way she does, though it does make him shake his head, a charming grin lifting the sides of his lips. "I should be polite and introduce myself, yes?" A laugh touches his words as he continues, "Perhaps even put some clothes on."

16th century Spain? How can I resist? Some aphro will probably be needed for this one, though...

[undergloriana]

England had been wandering the halls of the hotel, bewildered at his sudden change of scenery. This was a far cry from the halls of Hampton Court, shadowed stone walls and tapestries suddenly replaced with red, red everywhere, to the point that it was almost overwhelming. And a strange scent that he couldn't place...

His hand remained cautiously on his rapier as he walked, unsure as to what he would find. He ventured a look into an open door as he passed, and nearly jumped from what he saw. He came to a dead halt in the doorway, his hand tensing on his blade as he hissed at the figure on the bed.

"You...! What-- How--" ...Wait, was Spain... Oh God, he was. England narrowed his eyes, hoping the pink shade that warmed in his cheeks wasn't as noticeable as he felt it was.

"You truly have no shame, do you?"

^_~ Englands are always fun to have around

[diosorogloria]

The voice makes him think he has returned home at last, but it's probably an illusion, a trick of the mind. The room is still red and unfamiliar and he can still smell that cloying scent in the air. No, he is not home. England has just been sent here to torment him.

He sighs at the question, eying England wearily, "Do you have to be here too, Inglaterra?" He asks back and makes no move to cover himself, perhaps just to be spiteful. "Maybe God is punishing me..."

And I never get to throw him at Spains enough, so~

[undergloriana]

He scoffs at the other's response.

"Believe me, my being here is not of my own choosing...!" And yet, for the moment, he's made no attempt to leave the doorway. He tilts his chin up defiantly, glaring down his nose at the other which, despite his best attempts, still make him seem more bratty than he would like.

"It's your fault, isn't it? Did you bring me here?! I'll have you know I hardly have time to waste mingling with the likes of you!" He offers the Iberian Nation a confident smirk. "I have an empire to build."

Re: And I never get to throw him at Spains enough, so~

[diosorogloria]

Oh England. Troublesome as England is, Spain thinks he is entertaining. Amusing. Adorable, even.

"Of course you do, conejito." Spain answers to that with an indulgent smile, tossing one of his favorite nicknames to the little island with the grace of someone older and wholly tickled.

[progloria]

Yes. YES. He found someone he knew! He groaned out his relief and quickly joined Spain on the bed but not before kicking his loosely tied boots off and getting rid of his shirt. Once he was comfortable and settled, he starts his usual whining.

"Fuck, Antonio. You have no idea the shit I've been dealing with here!"

[ooc: hope you're not tired of prussia!]

[diosorogloria]

Spain blinks at the sudden appearance of Gilbert. Well, that's pretty random. He doesn't mind it much, of course. He smiles in welcome to his dear friend.

"I probably do, amigo." He chuckles softly, recalling the time they had spent together.

[ooc: Never. ^_~]

[progloria]

He has always found comfort in Spain and his sun and his warmth, he just assumes that Spain is warm where ever he is. And unlike Romano, he actually enjoys Spain's bluntness, Gilbert actually takes that as honesty, brutal but still honesty.

So he rolls on his side, facing Spain, and cuddles him. "Hey, when did you get here?"

[diosorogloria]

Cuddling. Spain does enjoy cuddling, especially with good friends. He wraps his arms around Prussia and hums at the question, "Did we not talk about that the last time we met?"

He still thinks this is the Prussia he spent some time with before.

I've got a baffled Belgium to offer. ;D

[chocoatomium]

Belgium had only recently woken to find herself in this...strange and decidedly unpleasant place. She's seen more than her fair share of lewdness in the small amount of time she's been wandering the halls, and she'd been hoping for a familiar face when she stumbled across Spain's room.

She blinks at him for a moment, then a warm smile spreads across her lips. "Spain!" she greets brightly, stepping inside the room. She pauses when she notices that...well, his clothes are not on him. Despite that, however, she's actually incredibly relieved to see him, considering how uneasy she'd been trying to find her way through the hotel.

Yay X3

[diosorogloria]

Spain blinks when he realizes that who he's looking at is Belgium. He never expected to see her here of all places. In response, he moves to start covering up. This is Belgium after all.

"Belgium." He smiles to her in sincere greeting as he starts pulling blankets over his lower half. "You're here too?"

[chocoatomium]

"It seems so," she agrees with a sheepish smile, studiously looking at his face as he readjusts the blankets. "You wouldn't happen to know where...here is, would you?" she asks hopefully as she moves to plop herself down on the edge of Spain's bed.

[diosorogloria]

He shrugs in response at that. The blankets are now successfully bunched over the places that need to be covered. "From what I have learned, it is some kind of 'hotel'. And we are trapped here."

He doesn't mention the sin and debauchery that should be obvious enough if you manage to wander around the place a little.