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Post by [x] Romano on Mar 31, 2012 21:07:10 GMT -5
Romano spun around. He was wearing a fucking dress. E-even if it was for Spain... He remembered.... "THE HELL YOU BASTURD?!?!?!?" Romano yelled while punching Spain in the ribs. "Aw, but you'll look so cute~!" he held up the dress he wanted Romano to wear. It had no sleeves and went what looked like to mid-calf on him. "Spain, you have to remember I HAVE NO BREASTS." Romano sighed. Anything for his Spain.....
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Post by England on Apr 1, 2012 17:54:28 GMT -5
((hahahahhaa, Romano, your post made me laugh soooo much <3))
As he saw everybody, England realized he hadn't seen America around. It wouldn't have bothered him, usually, if he hadn't remembered America's particular 'talent' for wearing formal dress, or, more accurately put, his lack of talent for it.
The last thing England wanted was for Spain's and Romano's wedding to be imperfect because of America's inability to bear a bowtie or comb his hair. And then, he'd be pointed and blamed for not raising the kid right. Of course. It was always his fault.
Either way, to avoid both a hitch in the plan and America making a fool of himself, he had to find him and make sure he looked presentable.
Grumbling, he walked around, trying to spot the blond mop of hair he was looking for.
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Post by [x] Norway on Apr 4, 2012 19:20:57 GMT -5
(dear god...Romano in a dress...the fanfiction ideas!!!)
Norway gulped. Truthfully he really did like Prussia, mabey loved but love seemed like a to strong of a word in his eyes. Mabey a good word would be very fond of him. Norway wanted to admit it, but he was really shy about it.
Now his best friend was getting married and everyone was being lovey dovey with one another. Even England was being nice and sweet to America which was kind of rare for his standers. Japan called England a word...tsunarde mabey....Norway couldnt remeber.
Now, Prussia was standing infront of him after fixing his tie and wearing a suit that looked really good on him. "Prussia...I." he gulped. Was he going to confess now? "I...I really like you." He finnally chocked out.
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Post by America on Apr 4, 2012 19:51:40 GMT -5
Why America found himself at this wedding when he couldn't even fix his jacket properly was beyond him. He had considered showing up in sweats and a t-shirt, which would have been much more comfortable, but he didn't want to be disrespectful. He wasn't exactly close to either Spain nor Romano, but he was friendly enough with both to make an appearance.
Besides, he considered Romano the woman of the relationship. Therefore, his logic simply stated that Romano should be wearing a dress.
He fingered the camera in his pocket, a smile coming on his face at the thought of capturing that image. Romano in a dress. He wanted to laugh, but he'd look like weird laughing at nothing, like England when he talked with his imaginary friends.
Speaking of England, he wondered if he couldn't get help with his tie. England was good with lecturing him about wearing suits properly, so he should be able to fix America up in a jiffy.
Luckily, England wasn't too hard to find. He just had to look for the nation with the largest eyebrows and biggest scowl, and there he was. He seemed to be looking for someone, too, but America didn't really care if he interrupted his search. He ran forward nearly hug-tackled England, but thought better of it and just stopped short of that. "Hiya, Iggy!" he greeted loudly, shooting his most charming grin he could at the smaller country. "Look, I need your help, 'kay? I can't get this damn tie straight, and the jacket is really uncomfortable. It keeps flipping up in the back. I think it's cause the tie is on wrong, but I can't tell." He knew he was rambling, but he couldn't help it, not when he hated wearing a tie so much.
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Post by England on Apr 4, 2012 21:52:09 GMT -5
England barely held himself back from lecturing America in public when he saw what a deplorable state his clothes were in. It felt like America had simply pulled a whole lot of clothes from the back of his closet and had shoved them on before rushing there.
He sighed, knowing it was up to him to fix it. Again. He always cleaned up after America, for some reason.
"You look absolutely horrifying." he rubbed his forehead, desperate. "Now the real challenge... let's see if we can make you look at least halfway decent." he grabbed America by the tie and pulled him closer.
"Your tie knot is wrong in the first place." he reprimanded, loosening the tie and slipping it off of America's neck. "I can't believe you still haven't learned how to tie a tie knot. I thought I showed you this ages ago. If only you were smart enough to retain the important things." he continued as he finished with the tie and slipped it back onto America's neck, adjusting it.
That's when he noticed the biggest problem. America's shirt. It was old, buttoned wrong, and absolutely wrinkled.
"Oh dear god." he moaned in desperation. "I don't even think that's salvageable anymore. Still, we must try, right?" he sighed, and then raised his eyes, staring right into America's eyes with a steely glare.
"America, take off your shirt. Now."
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Post by [x] Norway on Apr 4, 2012 23:04:18 GMT -5
(*takes out camera* please continue...)
Norway blushed red. He actually said it. Now he was standing there stunned and waiting for the albino's responce..
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Post by [x] Prussia on Apr 4, 2012 23:34:21 GMT -5
Me and Nor, Iggy and America... sexual tensions are running rampant! xDD
Amused by the Norwegian's embarrassed reaction, Prussia laughed out loud. The pink blush spreading across Norway's face was endearing. Realizing the other's silence, Prussia's laughter died and he stared into the blond's eyes. His expression was unreadable, but the albino could tell he was in deep thought about something. But what?
Prussia opened his mouth to ask, when Norway finally spoke. "I...I really like you." The nation's red eyes widened at the sudden statement. His first instinct was to reply that of course he liked Norway as well, but something in the blond's tone and mannerisms told him they weren't simply talking about the bond of friendship that had been developing between the two of them.
What was between the two of them, anyway? Prussia certainly enjoyed teasing the Norwegian. His reactions were very amusing, and even...cute, to a point. And of course, there was that time that they had kissed, Prussia remembered with a slight blush. It wasn't just once, either. He had enjoyed that as well. And it wasn't as if he were adverse to the idea of doing it again... So, what were his feelings for Norway?
"I think that... I like you too," he said, his voice uncharacteristically wavering. He felt his cheeks heat up as he glanced down.
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Post by [x] Norway on Apr 4, 2012 23:42:11 GMT -5
Norway looked up stunned. Prussia liked him back...he actually liked him back! Norway tried to calm himself. He was either going to either 1)Faint 2)Scream or 3)tackle Prussia to the ground. And neither of those choices sounded good at the moment. Because they were in a church.
"I...I really?" Norway said gulping very nevrous and actually shaking. He tried his best to keep his expression natural but it was very hard. He was possitive his face was redder then a tomato and looked exactly like a high school girls.
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Post by [x] Prussia on Apr 4, 2012 23:54:02 GMT -5
Prussia looked up and met Norway's blue eyes with his red ones. He was blushing to rival Romano- and really, since when did Prussia find that so cute?- and although he was fighting to keep a straight face, he couldn't prevent the spark of hope that shone in his eyes.
"Yes, really," he said with a bit more confidence. "I do."
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Post by [x] Norway on Apr 4, 2012 23:58:00 GMT -5
(i just read your reply about sexual tensions...*takes out camera* its true but if theres goes farther then a kiss i am getting it on film!!!)
Norway went with choice three and tackled Prussia. He wasnt to strong to knock him on the floor but he definetly made Prussia take a few steps back. He helled on to Prussia and buried his head into his chest and said, "Thats a real relife..." He gulped again and helled him tighter.
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Post by [x] Prussia on Apr 5, 2012 0:08:04 GMT -5
Prussia let out a small gasp as the shorter nation threw himself at him. Reeling backwards, he felt Norway's arms clutch around his waist. After getting over the initial shock, he let a fond smile grace his lips. "You were worried?" he asked, laying his head on the top of the blond's, admiring the softness of his hair.
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Post by [x] Norway on Apr 5, 2012 0:16:11 GMT -5
"Well...yes...you seemed so nice to hungary a while back before all this happebed and theres Austria to..." Norway said into Prussia's chest. He sliently cursed himself. He felt like a little highschool girl. Norway was a man! A grown up man with man parts and manlyness!...Ok the manlyness didnt show to often but still!!
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Post by America on Apr 5, 2012 17:20:26 GMT -5
America waited patiently as England fixed his tie. He didn't think it was his fault he couldn't knot it correctly. Ties were difficult things to manage, and he was pretty certain that whoever created ties did so to watch young, dashing men, such as himself, struggle in vain to straighten them. He wasn't going to say this out loud, lest England continue with his yapping.
Instead, he looked around the room, anxious to get the wedding started. I hope they have a big cake, he thought happily. Wedding cake is so good! Not that he'd been to many weddings, since he found the whole service boring, but he'd been to enough (mainly daughters of the presidents or something) to know that they had amazing cake.
He only came back to reality when he heard England moan. Ah, complaining again. Stifling a sigh, he looked over at the island nation, then down at his shirt. Huh. Must have been in a hurry or something. No wonder it didn't feel cozy.
And, then, England gave the order for him to take off his shirt. Cheeks turning red, America's head snapped up, meeting England's gaze. His blue eyes widened. "H-Here?" he muttered, glancing around. "I...I'm actually not sure if the groom and his bride will like that." He gave a laugh, trying to dismiss his embarrassment. "Besides, I think I look handsome enough, don't you?"
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Post by [x] Norway on Apr 5, 2012 19:58:59 GMT -5
Norway still emberressed that he sounded like a little high school girl did something the he might regret later, but he kissed Prussia. Like realy kissed. Norway blushed all the way. He had never been like this before.
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Post by [x] Prussia on Apr 5, 2012 21:04:57 GMT -5
Brb laughing forever at America and England xDD
Prussia's eyes widened a bit at the Norwegian's comment, but before he could make his reply he found himself being kissed by the shorter blond. He was shocked for a second, but after registering what was happening his eyes shut and he found himself kissing back with enthusiasm.
In the back of his mind, a voice told him that this was a church and he was the priest, but the softness of Norway's lips made him realize he didn't give a damn.
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