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Post by Belgium on Nov 24, 2010 1:00:37 GMT -5
It wasn't the most classy party ever, but Belgium certainly wasn't complaining.
The small apartment was jam-packed with people, to the point that one had to practically kick and punch to get through the hallways. She herself had long since given up on moving about, taking a spot in the corner of the living room and settling herself there to watch the guests' antics.
She sat cross-legged, one hand holding a beer, the other rapidly texting as she laughed at the scene before her. A group had taken up playing a game of poker on the floor, with rules that were quickly deteriorating as the night went on. No one seemed to be actually betting money anymore--a bag of potato chips, some bottlecaps, a styrofoam cup and someone's shirt had since been placed in the pot, and now and then some drunken individual would throw themselves onto the loot and attempt to grab it before being dragged back by their friends. At the same time, a few couples were attempting to dance--'attempting' being the key word--to the pop music blasting from a nearby stereo, often ending up tripping over some of the poker players instead and giggling raucously as they did.
It was getting wild, and as the hours wore on it would only get worse. Despite the fact that there were only a few people she knew well at the party--unfortunately, Netherlands had been unable to accompany her, and most of her other friends, as social as she was, had had previous engagements--she was having quite a good time surveying it all, soaking in the atmosphere and the noise. And besides, if she did get lonely after a while, she hardly doubted that she'd be able to coax some member of the male gender to hang out with her. It was a bit surprising that so few had approached her yet tonight...perhaps because there seemed to be quite a few couples already, clinging to each other, kissing on couches...
Who knew--there were still plenty of people coming in. Maybe she would run into somebody interesting.
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Post by Königreich Preußen on Nov 24, 2010 1:47:58 GMT -5
Gilbert loved parties, that was a very well-known fact. Whenever he heard rumour that one was being held, it was almost impossible for the event to pass without a visit from the albino. Not that anyone complained. The Prussian always brought a few packs of the best German beer he could manage to grab on the way there, and his unusual charisma had a habit of adding a few more hours of life to the already long even. (However, it was completely subjective as to if that were a bad or good thing...)
When Prussia had had heard wind that America had been hosting a party for the season finale of Dancing with the Stars, despite the fact that he felt the show was ultimately useless and a waste of a party, he didn't complain and showed up right on time. The beer he'd bought had quickly been claimed by various other party-goers, and he was disappointed to find that he hadn't had the chance to grab a bottle himself. The disappointment, however, was short-lived as he found the bartender in the corner of the room and quickly ordered himself something that seemed far too bright to be a drink. Only half of it was drained before his attention was drawn to the people around him, and he completely forgot his original intention of getting drunk in favour of encouraging others to down as much as they could.
As much fun as the albino had been having, it all came to a sudden halt when he ran into a female that attached herself to the Prussian's side, taking his flashy grins and wide gestures as a form of flirting. It had taken him nearly half an hour to finally gain his arm back, but the woman only seemed to take it as a game of 'hard-to-get' and pursued Gilbert around the estate the party was being held in. The chase grew more frantic as Prussia weaved in and out of the parties, narrowly avoiding a collision with several beer-pyramids as he went.
"Shit," he mumbled, ducking behind a table as he desperately tried to avoid the intoxicated brunette. "I need to... ah!" A wide grin split across Prussia's features as he spotted a familiar blonde on the other side of the room. That's... Belgium! Awesome! My aweosmeness is saved!
With a quick glance over the edge of the table, Gilbert leapt to his feet and dived over the table, sprinting across the room. "Celia! Hey, liebe! There you are!" Throwing an arm around Belgium's shoulders when he finally reached his fellow nation. "I thought I lost you in the crowd..." He tugged her closer, and muttered softly under his breath, "Help the awesome me get out of this, and I'll show you a way better time than this party." |
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Post by Belgium on Nov 26, 2010 2:08:15 GMT -5
Belgium jumped a bit when Prussia's arm landed on her, then smiled brilliantly as it set in that it was him. She rose to her feet, pocketing her phone, and glanced from him to the drunken brunette, highly amused.
"Too charming for your own good, huh?" she whispered, then put a hand to the back of his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the brunette take on an aghast look, then throw a highly disgusted glare in Prussia's direction before tottering despondently away on unsteady legs.
"Problem solved," she declared, breaking the kiss and playfully winding her arms about his neck, beer still in hand. "Now, what's this about a better time?~"
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Post by Königreich Preußen on Nov 26, 2010 11:22:57 GMT -5
There were many different methods one could use to make someone who was as drunk as the female Prussia had run into trouble with believe that he was taken. Hugs, for example. A hug around the waist and bright smile would have done it just fine. Or a small giggle as he muttered his hurried explanation in her ear, or, if they felt daring, a kiss on his cheek, and many others. However, of all the methods the albino could think of, the one that Belgium had ended up using was the last he expected.
It was the shock that kept him from pulling his arms away, or even moving, for that matter. When he thought about it (and considering it was Celia) he really should have expected it. However, as much as he enjoyed teasing others or leading them on, Gilbert had always prided himself on having a certain amount of respect for others. Intimate affections were reserved for couples, he very much believed that, and he always had (which made one question why he would have made friends with France in the first place). Be it the Order or something else that had pounded the moral into his head, it was there, and it was because of that which caused him to be rendered speechless for several moments when Belgium finally pulled away.
"...Wow. I know that my awesomeness is hard to resist, but really, Celia. There are so many people watching. They might get jealous and start breaking things--I'm quite the bachelor, you know." Laughing, the Prussian draped his arms around the female nation's waist lazily and glanced around the party before glancing back at the blonde. "Well, there's always the hotel down the street..." he started with a smirk, "Can't go to a bar. West would murder me if I drank anything and drove... Arcades, random stores... I've got Nerf guns in my trunk. And a roof that folds down."
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A/N: I'll have you know, your post made me start cackling in front of a room of people. Those people being my family. And I couldn't explain without risk of sounding crazy. B<
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Post by Belgium on Nov 26, 2010 20:54:43 GMT -5
Hugs, kisses...they were just affection in Belgium's eyes, no strings attached. And besides, when it came to things like this, she did rather like to shock. She giggled as she watched Prussia stare for the moments in which his composure dropped, temporarily replaced by astonishment.
"Don't worry about it," she told him, gesturing aside with the bottle to the poker players and dancers. "They're all getting pretty out of it."
She gave an amused snort as his suggestions, commenting, "Yeah, I know how it is. I usually end up being the designated driver, myself, especially when my brother or the Nordics are involved. ...Nerf guns, huh?"
Her eyes lit up at that. "I've got to say, nerf gun hunting sounds like a great idea right now. Got any targets in mind?"
(A/N: LOLZ I WIN ^^)
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Post by Königreich Preußen on Nov 28, 2010 0:58:39 GMT -5
"Nerf-gun hunting..." Prussia repeated in a thoughtful tone, looking off to the side as be spoke. "You know, that sounds pretty awesome. I think I'll call it that until we come up with an official title." With a grin, the ex-nation pulled away, keeping a single arm around Belgium's waist as he lead her toward the door, babbling in excited German about how he finally had use for a backseat full of nerf-darts and a wide selection of the guns in his trunk.
"And to answer your question," he added as he opened the front door and reached into his pocket for keys. "The question isn't who the target is, it's more of who we aren't targeting. That list would be shorter. The world is at our awesome mercy. Anyone and anything is fair game in this war."
A button was pressed on the small remote for his car and the trunk popped open as small lights inside the back of the car burst into life, illuminating the contents inside. Brightly coloured nerf-guns of various sizes sat fulled loaded and waiting to be used. Grabbing one labeled "Maverick", he cocked it and shot a dart into the air, squinting as it disappeared into the darkness before falling back down and into his outstretched hand. "You can never go wrong with a model like this one. Maverick's are awesome. I modded them all myself." |
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Post by Belgium on Nov 30, 2010 19:54:16 GMT -5
"Yesss," she murmured cheerily in response to his 'fair game' comment. "I like the way you think."
She gave an approving nod at the Maverick's performance, then leaned over and shuffled through the other nerf guns in his trunk, examining a few larger ones before picking up a smaller nerf pistol. She pointed it at the bumper of his car and shot off a dart, smiling as it hit and somehow managed to suction to the curved part of the plastic.
"This a good one?" she asked as she pulled off the dart. Not that she thought Prussia had any substandard nerf guns around, but there was no harm in making sure it was a good fit for their mischievious purposes.
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Post by Königreich Preußen on Dec 2, 2010 13:09:10 GMT -5
With a nod, Prussia turned back to the car and retrieved one of the Mavericks and held it out. "The pistols are good--powerful with a good range, but they only have one shot and then you need to reload. Keep one of these in the seat with you for if you need more fire quickly. That one can hold six shots and you just pull the top to reload."
When his explanation was finished, the ex-nation reached into his trunk and pulled out two of the same Maverick-style shooters that he'd handed Belgium. Each had been re-painted through careful spray-can and brushwork to give it a very 'steampunk' style. Crimson eyes gleamed with pride as he looked the guns over before loading both and slamming the back of the car shut. "I've had these two for a few years; they're awesome. All the simple but effective modifications done to them and a few of my own. Not to mention, they look pretty cool, huh?"
Grinning, Prussia moved to the passenger's side of the car and unlocked it, then pulled the door open with an obviously over-dramatic boy. "If you will get into the car, Fräulein, I will be happy to drive you about for the night's... activities."
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A/N:
steampunkchronicle.com/Portals/4/SPCArticles/nerf-maverick-pistol-steampunk.jpg
>w> Steampunk Mavericks are awesome. |
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Post by Belgium on Dec 4, 2010 17:10:39 GMT -5
She nodded, taking the other gun, and raised her eyebrows at the steampunk-nodded Mavericks, impressed by their craftsmanship.
"Wow. You really are super into this. Nice."
She strode primly to the door as he opened it, putting on her own best proper gentlewoman impression. "Why thank you, good sir. Let our little war begin~"
She sat down, buckled her seatbelt, setting the Maverick beside her and holding the pistol in her hand, ready to attack whoever the heck Prussia drives them next to.
(A/N: Fffff yes~~)
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Post by Königreich Preußen on Dec 7, 2010 11:39:36 GMT -5
"Of course I'm into it," Gilbert said in an obvious tone. "If you're going to shoot someone with one of these, you have to go all out. What sort of prankster do you take me for? An amateur?"
Quickly crossing to the other side of the car, Prussia slipped into the driver's seat and started his car. His gaze briefly shifted toward the building in which the part was being held and he hesitated. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice reminded him that Francis and Antonio were likely still in there--the former of which was likely drunk or surrounded by drunken women--but the thought was pushed aside. Romano would end up coming to get Antonio, infuriated and under the impression that the Spaniard was 'cheating' on him. Or something like that, anyway.
"So, do we have any requests?" he asked, glancing at Belgium as he began to pull out of the driveway. "Got anyone you need to peg with a suction cup?" |
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Post by Belgium on Dec 13, 2010 15:54:58 GMT -5
She tapped a finger against her chin, considering. "Well, my brother's at a bar downtown, so we could go track him down. I wouldn't mind shooting Ludwig, either, but I don't know where he is tonight...you probably want to go after Roderich yourself, don't you? I'm sure he's at home."
Ah, Netherlands. These days she was on alright terms with her brother--probably facilitated by the fact that he'd mellowed a lot in the past half-century or so--but she did like to troll him in a sibling-ish way. And Germany of course she had some old resentment for that she doubted would ever quite fade away. Austria she didn't mind, but he sure reacted amusingly to any kind of pranking, so she'd be glad to shoot a couple darts at him too. Any or all of those targets would do.
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Post by Königreich Preußen on Dec 21, 2010 13:43:24 GMT -5
"If you want to find West," Gilbert began as he drove the car down the road. "You're best off looking for Italia instead. Even if those two aren't together, the little guy has a bizarre talent for finding my brother no matter what the situation." He laughed quietly with a small shake of his head. It was impressive how the Italian nation managed to pull the trick off, and watching Ludwig's reactions was always amusing. It was like a game of cat and mouse that never ended.
"As for Netherdrugs and Roddy... Well..." the albino grinned, a small glint in his eyes. "I like the way you think. It'd make it even better if your brother were drunk. I doubt he'll know real bullets from our fake ones. That should be a laugh. And Roddy will be... Well..." The Prussian snorted loudly. "Hell, anything that gets him worked up is worth my time. I love getting him all flustered." |
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