The Happiest Place On Earth // Why Would There Be Aphro On A Children's Ride?

[savoureux]

Of all the things that you could have decided to do, you ended up picking one of the gaudiest attractions at EuroDisney to engage in. It wasn't really your choice; maybe the lines were too long for the other rides, maybe you just needed a break from walking, or maybe your friends dragged you onto this ride. Anyway you want to look at it, you

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don't have to tag. j-just had to write this out.

[progloria]

He's been drunker than this. Honest. And something about amusement parks and beer just makes sense. Actually something about beer with any event just makes sense. None of that Bavarian shit though, stupid Bavaria.

He returns his friend's grin with one of his own and then howls with laughter, "Scared? Seriously? I could. I could. I-...", he can't finish his thoughts without steadying himself with a hand on the tiny boat, rocking the poor thing to near tipping point. Thankfully, they both stayed still. Water is bad, drinking alcohol and water even worst. Prussia remembers that much thanks to a misstep while boarding a boat across the North Sea but as quick as that flash back comes, it disappears from Prussia's mind.

It's funny that once the boat was steady again, Prussia finds his head wavering and heavy and with an urgent need to steady himself once more. This time he grabs France's face as his support. And in all wide-eyed seriousness, he rubs and pulls France's cheeks, and attempts to communicate - which should really be banned

i just, i can't, i just, so much ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

[savoureux]

He was sure that Spain had been with them at some point. If the group had not gotten split up, this might have been a pleasant ride. There might have been laughter, there might have been an extra pair of hands to prevent Francis' idiot friend from making a spectacle of himself in the middle of a stopped ride. All that he could do was watch Prussia, entranced (or maybe horrified) by his actions. A hand shot out to grip the side of the boat, half-afraid that it would tip, but it seemed like a secondary anxiety to the Prussian stammering before him.

When he felt fingers gripping at his face, Francis just stared back at Gilbert, eyes wide, confused beyond all reason. What in the name of Descartes was he going on about? He blinked, then pulled away from his friend, reaching up to grab Prussia by the shoulders. "The only child on this ride right now is you, Prusse. How much did you have to drink? I only saw you drink one beer!" whined Francis, incredulous. It started to occur to him that his friend might have taken something, some little

you have to deal with this mess now :U

[progloria]

Even on dry land he was a heaving, flailing, wet wreck, his long limbs were surprisingly quick for one who's had too much to drink and his elbow catches France in the knee as he tried to pull himself up by rolling, very much like a turtle stuck on its back and rocking side ways to get on its feet, but even turtles have more grace and coherency than Prussia at this point. He looked more like an mentally challenged fish