The two European countries were assaulted by the sounds and smells of Chinatown as they trekked through the Asian country’s home.
“You can definitely find some trinkets here that will help you to woo potential lovers.” France lectured. They walked by a very sparkly store that sold nothing but Swarovski crystal creations and then directly beside it a little grocery store with strong medicinal smells.
“Until you build on your natural ability to be able to cop a feel within seconds of a meeting someone like me, gift-giving is one of the oldest tricks in the book.”
“Since no one liked my first plan, I don’t really have anyone in mind…” Spain replied unsurely, picking up some scarves. “I guess I could go by Romano’s house tomorrow and see if he—”
France pinched Spain’s cheek. Hard.
“Listen to yourself, mon ami. You’re reverting!”
“Oh, right…” Spain rubbed his reddened cheek. “I forgot I wasn’t in love with him anymore.”
France pinched the bridge of his own aristocratic nose in dismay.
“What are you two doing here?” China asked in a very suspicious tone behind the counter of a stall.
The two shoppers jumped in surprise. They hadn’t even noticed the country standing there.
China’s panda bear gave France a vicious bite on the hand where it had been caressing his master’s thigh.
“Arhhggg!” France yowled in pain.
“Serves you right.” China smirked.
Spain caught the French speaking nation’s hand and examined it. He turned the dainty hand over in his own callused ones and France calmed down enough to stop his overdramatic screaming.
“It should be okay.” Spain scrutinized the bite and then without warning brought France’s hand to his lips to give it a kiss.
France blinked, and watched as the brunette ripped off some of his uniform spats to bandage the wound.
“There.” Spain happily patted the top of the dressed hand.
“Who…” France’s mouth made a funny twist like he’d eaten something unexpectedly sweet. “Who woos people in their uniform?”
“Huh?” Spain looked down at himself and then tapped his cheek thoughtfully. “I guess you’re right.”
“You can buy some clothes here.” China pointed to a discount bin that had clothing of all sorts piled high. “Three for five dollars.”
Spain’s face lit up like a sunny day. “That’s a steal!” He dove into the bin, digging for all he was worth. “Any ideas France?” He asked, voice muffled as he fought with a maroon sweater.
“Er…” France replied. “Go for V-necks, a size smaller than normal, and green or red are your friends!” He watched as Spain made a grab for an absolutely hideous pair of goldenrod jeans.
“For all that is holy, stay away from that yellow!” He shouted.
This would be the perfect time to lean behind his tanned companion and ‘help’ him sort through the clothes. Instead, he touched his bandaged hand and figured he was a bit too surprised to capitalize on the opportunity.
~~~
“Mou… I’m disappointed that you didn’t work. Sayonara.” Japan said in a quiet, sad tone to his garbage. He tossed the bag of junk into his bin, which happened to be right behind China’s shop.
Of course, France overheard.
“You keep digging! I’m going to look over there.” France patted Spain on the back, and then a few more times a bit lower. Spain gave him a grin over his shoulder. “Don’t be too long!”
“I can’t help that.” France replied with heavy innuendo, and pranced off to investigate Japan’s wastebasket.
“What do we have here…” He muttered to himself, sifting through the electronic gadgets and random failed moe items. Also… he dug deeper into the pile, some very interesting toys. He quickly stowed them in his epic LV bag for personal use.
Another country came to scrounge with him and it just so happened to be Korea.
They both grabbed the same binoculars-that-can-see-into-brains-looking-thing at the same time.
“Hey, hands off.” Korea said in his flighty manner. “I invented that!”
“Of course you did, France replied with a tight grin, pulling the object. “I just want to take un petit look—”
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A Tomato Whose Name I Don't Know Yet 4b/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-03 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)“You can definitely find some trinkets here that will help you to woo potential lovers.” France lectured. They walked by a very sparkly store that sold nothing but Swarovski crystal creations and then directly beside it a little grocery store with strong medicinal smells.
“Until you build on your natural ability to be able to cop a feel within seconds of a meeting someone like me, gift-giving is one of the oldest tricks in the book.”
“Since no one liked my first plan, I don’t really have anyone in mind…” Spain replied unsurely, picking up some scarves. “I guess I could go by Romano’s house tomorrow and see if he—”
France pinched Spain’s cheek. Hard.
“Listen to yourself, mon ami. You’re reverting!”
“Oh, right…” Spain rubbed his reddened cheek. “I forgot I wasn’t in love with him anymore.”
France pinched the bridge of his own aristocratic nose in dismay.
“What are you two doing here?” China asked in a very suspicious tone behind the counter of a stall.
The two shoppers jumped in surprise. They hadn’t even noticed the country standing there.
China’s panda bear gave France a vicious bite on the hand where it had been caressing his master’s thigh.
“Arhhggg!” France yowled in pain.
“Serves you right.” China smirked.
Spain caught the French speaking nation’s hand and examined it. He turned the dainty hand over in his own callused ones and France calmed down enough to stop his overdramatic screaming.
“It should be okay.” Spain scrutinized the bite and then without warning brought France’s hand to his lips to give it a kiss.
France blinked, and watched as the brunette ripped off some of his uniform spats to bandage the wound.
“There.” Spain happily patted the top of the dressed hand.
“Who…” France’s mouth made a funny twist like he’d eaten something unexpectedly sweet. “Who woos people in their uniform?”
“Huh?” Spain looked down at himself and then tapped his cheek thoughtfully. “I guess you’re right.”
“You can buy some clothes here.” China pointed to a discount bin that had clothing of all sorts piled high. “Three for five dollars.”
Spain’s face lit up like a sunny day. “That’s a steal!” He dove into the bin, digging for all he was worth. “Any ideas France?” He asked, voice muffled as he fought with a maroon sweater.
“Er…” France replied. “Go for V-necks, a size smaller than normal, and green or red are your friends!” He watched as Spain made a grab for an absolutely hideous pair of goldenrod jeans.
“For all that is holy, stay away from that yellow!” He shouted.
This would be the perfect time to lean behind his tanned companion and ‘help’ him sort through the clothes. Instead, he touched his bandaged hand and figured he was a bit too surprised to capitalize on the opportunity.
~~~
“Mou… I’m disappointed that you didn’t work. Sayonara.” Japan said in a quiet, sad tone to his garbage. He tossed the bag of junk into his bin, which happened to be right behind China’s shop.
Of course, France overheard.
“You keep digging! I’m going to look over there.” France patted Spain on the back, and then a few more times a bit lower. Spain gave him a grin over his shoulder. “Don’t be too long!”
“I can’t help that.” France replied with heavy innuendo, and pranced off to investigate Japan’s wastebasket.
“What do we have here…” He muttered to himself, sifting through the electronic gadgets and random failed moe items. Also… he dug deeper into the pile, some very interesting toys. He quickly stowed them in his epic LV bag for personal use.
Another country came to scrounge with him and it just so happened to be Korea.
They both grabbed the same binoculars-that-can-see-into-brains-looking-thing at the same time.
“Hey, hands off.” Korea said in his flighty manner. “I invented that!”
“Of course you did, France replied with a tight grin, pulling the object. “I just want to take un petit look—”
~~~
Con’t in Chapter 4c