“Are you hurt?!” Spain dove forward and hugged France tightly.
France clawed at his head in despair. “Only my pride!”
At the end of the table, the United Kingdom was sipping tea from his personal tea set and smirking with murderous glee.
“Don’t you start.” France yelled in outrage to the rival nation and waved a fist around Spain’s bone-crushing embrace.
England opened his mouth—
All of a sudden France was wearing a very decadent and feathered sky blue satin hat. No country questioned it.
“Are there any more important meeting announcements I should know about before I leave?” The blonde asked loudly.
Greece who had been lounging in his chair, looked up. “I just came to see you two make out.” He made some random hand movements that could have been lewd.
Spain raised his hand. “I agree with this motion.”
Everyone stared at him.
Germany stood up abruptly. “If everyone came here to see France and Spain do unmentionable things to each other please raise your hand in a way that is not phallic in nature.”
Pretty much all of Europe raised their hands.
Germany sighed. “Right. Meeting is adjourned.”
Various nations shrugged and continued gossiping with each other while others immediately bolted for the door.
France was stepping over a very curious carnage of tomatoes on the floor. A jacket was hastily flung onto the mess in front of his foot.
He raised his eyebrows at the now shirtless Spain.
“I could get used to this.” France smiled and Spain laughed, taking his hand to guide him over the tomato puddle.
“If you call me ‘Boss’ tonight, you can use me for anything.”
France’s heart filled with love. “Hell. Yes.”
Spain couldn’t contain his excitement as they ran for the door.
Almost to the exit, France paused in his purposeful stride and turned on his heel, marching back to the table with Spain in tow.
“Angleterre!” He called out and the English speaking nation turned around in his chair slowly, unpleasant grimace and blush already firmly in place. The eyebrows were lowered, ready for the stand-off they sensed coming. But nothing had prepared the furry beasts for what followed.
France pelvic-thrusted the air in front of England’s face. Hard.
“Guess who conquered some vital region!”
The blood drained from England’s cheeks. Where it went was anyone’s guess.
“Are you out of your bloody mind!?”
France thrust faster.
England jumped out of his chair, brandishing his teapot like an extinguisher ready to put out the fire in France’s pants. “You keep your filthy crotch out of my air zone!”
“We conquered… All. Night. Long.” France sang loudly.
“W-Well… Well at least it happened before you lost all your hair!!” The shorter nation screamed and the force of it made France’s feathered hat fly off his head. It must have grown wings.
France’s face exploded in colour, epically red as he covered his head with his hands. “Why you—!”
“Okay, come here my Tomato.” Spain laughed and grabbed France’s arm, pulling him close. He kissed the country on his neck, rubbing his nose casually into that blond hair. “Let’s go.”
“Alright. I feel like being disgustingly romantic and publically displaying our affection in front of America next.” France proudly stuffed his feathered hat back on and let the laughing Spain take his arm.
The two countries had been brothers in arms so many times before, but now as they walked out of the conference hall and into the city streets, smiling and laughing and, yes, groping…
It was finally obvious to them both what they truly had. The name of that hard to come by feeling between countries.
“Damn it.”
England’s eyebrows wobbled and there was a raincloud over his head as he thumped it repeatedly on the desk.
“That could have been me.”
~~~
The End
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Germany stood up abruptly. “If everyone came here to see France and Spain do unmentionable things to each other please raise your hand in a way that is not phallic in nature.” ... Do you ever get the feeling that Germany gave up on his sanity a very long time ago? By which I mean the first time he had to deal with America and the Bad Friends Trio in the same meeting?
... Oh England, honey, I will never picture your eyebrows the same again. :'D
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Greece is the most sincere person in the entire European Union, and fantastically pervertedXD
Your Spain managed to remain adorably clueless and idiotic all through the fic till the second to last chapter when he got it on with France and was dark and seductive. I also comment you on your style. So faithful to the original series! That's becoming harder to find each day.
“If you call me ‘Boss’ tonight, you can use me for anything.”
This, somehow, explained to me entirely the friendship between Spain and PrussiaXD btw, I think I'm missing some Prussia here thinking about the new development between his friends a la Timon and Pumba, think you can do an epilogue?
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lmfao oh god brilliant! I loved Spain and France all throughout but God I loved England's response at the end as well. XD Though i'm not sure what he meant by it...oh god those eyebrows -twitches- and of course america's gonna enjoy that display. XD by which i mean run off into the woods flailing like an idiot. =u= Loving you right now! <3!
Thanks SO MUCH to all the crazy awesome anons who read (or will read) my fic. I had lots of fun, and I hope it inspires some more France/Spain loving or at least gets more interest. ;D I know this is probably not what the OP wanted but this is totally what came out ^^;;;
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A Tomato Whose Name I Don't Know Yet 11d/11 COMPLETE
(Anonymous) 2010-09-14 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)France clawed at his head in despair. “Only my pride!”
At the end of the table, the United Kingdom was sipping tea from his personal tea set and smirking with murderous glee.
“Don’t you start.” France yelled in outrage to the rival nation and waved a fist around Spain’s bone-crushing embrace.
England opened his mouth—
All of a sudden France was wearing a very decadent and feathered sky blue satin hat. No country questioned it.
“Are there any more important meeting announcements I should know about before I leave?” The blonde asked loudly.
Greece who had been lounging in his chair, looked up. “I just came to see you two make out.” He made some random hand movements that could have been lewd.
Spain raised his hand. “I agree with this motion.”
Everyone stared at him.
Germany stood up abruptly. “If everyone came here to see France and Spain do unmentionable things to each other please raise your hand in a way that is not phallic in nature.”
Pretty much all of Europe raised their hands.
Germany sighed. “Right. Meeting is adjourned.”
Various nations shrugged and continued gossiping with each other while others immediately bolted for the door.
France was stepping over a very curious carnage of tomatoes on the floor. A jacket was hastily flung onto the mess in front of his foot.
He raised his eyebrows at the now shirtless Spain.
“I could get used to this.” France smiled and Spain laughed, taking his hand to guide him over the tomato puddle.
“If you call me ‘Boss’ tonight, you can use me for anything.”
France’s heart filled with love. “Hell. Yes.”
Spain couldn’t contain his excitement as they ran for the door.
Almost to the exit, France paused in his purposeful stride and turned on his heel, marching back to the table with Spain in tow.
“Angleterre!” He called out and the English speaking nation turned around in his chair slowly, unpleasant grimace and blush already firmly in place. The eyebrows were lowered, ready for the stand-off they sensed coming. But nothing had prepared the furry beasts for what followed.
France pelvic-thrusted the air in front of England’s face. Hard.
“Guess who conquered some vital region!”
The blood drained from England’s cheeks. Where it went was anyone’s guess.
“Are you out of your bloody mind!?”
France thrust faster.
England jumped out of his chair, brandishing his teapot like an extinguisher ready to put out the fire in France’s pants. “You keep your filthy crotch out of my air zone!”
“We conquered… All. Night. Long.” France sang loudly.
“W-Well… Well at least it happened before you lost all your hair!!” The shorter nation screamed and the force of it made France’s feathered hat fly off his head. It must have grown wings.
France’s face exploded in colour, epically red as he covered his head with his hands. “Why you—!”
“Okay, come here my Tomato.” Spain laughed and grabbed France’s arm, pulling him close. He kissed the country on his neck, rubbing his nose casually into that blond hair. “Let’s go.”
“Alright. I feel like being disgustingly romantic and publically displaying our affection in front of America next.” France proudly stuffed his feathered hat back on and let the laughing Spain take his arm.
The two countries had been brothers in arms so many times before, but now as they walked out of the conference hall and into the city streets, smiling and laughing and, yes, groping…
It was finally obvious to them both what they truly had. The name of that hard to come by feeling between countries.
“Damn it.”
England’s eyebrows wobbled and there was a raincloud over his head as he thumped it repeatedly on the desk.
“That could have been me.”
~~~
The End
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 01:14 am (UTC)(link)... Oh England, honey, I will never picture your eyebrows the same again. :'D
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 10:15 am (UTC)(link)I died. that imageeeeee
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)Your Spain managed to remain adorably clueless and idiotic all through the fic till the second to last chapter when he got it on with France and was dark and seductive. I also comment you on your style. So faithful to the original series! That's becoming harder to find each day.
“If you call me ‘Boss’ tonight, you can use me for anything.”
This, somehow, explained to me entirely the friendship between Spain and PrussiaXD
btw, I think I'm missing some Prussia here thinking about the new development between his friends
a la Timon and Pumba, think you can do an epilogue?Re: A Tomato Whose Name I Don't Know Yet 11d/11 COMPLETE
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)recaptcha: crolles [151]
whut?
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)I totally ship France/Spain now. Also, onesided England's eyebrows/Spain, because lulz.
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)I loved Spain and France all throughout but God I loved England's response at the end as well. XD
Though i'm not sure what he meant by it...oh god those eyebrows -twitches- and of course america's gonna enjoy that display. XD
by which i mean run off into the woods flailing like an idiot. =u=
Loving you right now! <3!
Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-17 02:15 am (UTC)(link)Keep tomato loving guys!!!!