Gyaaah, I am so happy because of your comments, I’d like to thank all of you (also, OP I’m really really glad you like it! I’d hug you back if I could). I feel so flustered right now ^////^
And to the anon who suggested this: Thank you for your opinion, I went on with the spaces.
---------- It was afternoon. All of the micronations were gathered in front of a large building while talking to Molossia insistently.
“Alright, you know what you gotta do?”, he was asked by Sealand.
“You already told me ten fucking times stupid brat!”, the sun glasses-wearing nation snapped at him, annoyed.
“Yeah, maybe”, the little boy with the very large eyebrows shrugged. “I’ll repeat it once more though.” Molossia groaned and he sounded very irritated while doing this. Sealand pointed at the entrance of the building with his right index finger. “When America emerges the building, you will approach him immediately and greet him, understood?”
Molossia nodded and began grumbling again. “Okay, okay, I fucking understood, so now let’s-“
“After the greeting”, Wy went on, ignoring his irritated muttering. “You’ll make a comment about how it is really hot today. He will most likely agree. So, let’s see if you’ve been able to follow. What will be your next step?”
“I’ll fucking ask him if he fucking wants to go eat some fucking ice cream with me!”, Molossia snarled. “You bitches I don’t wanna do this shit! Why can’t you leave me the fuck alone?” He seemed to be struggling with the decision about whether he was comfortable with their plan or not.
“Shush now!”, Wy ordered. Then she turned to the remaining micronations and asked them: “And what will be our job?”
“We will, of course, prevent Jerk England from interfering with our super cool plan!”, Sealand exclaimed excitedly. Then he paused for a moment to think about something. “Hey, I forgot! If we wanna be like super cool matchmaking agents, we’ll need codenames!” His eyes were sparkling with enthusiasm and he looked at the others eagerly. “Come on, think up some really kick-ass codenames. I’ll be ‘Power Rangers Are Awesome!’”
Ladonia raised one eyebrow. “That sounds just lame. And it is too long. And I won’t be able to remember that many stupid codenames.”
Sealand looked at him disappointed. “I thought it was a good one”, he replied, pouting.
“I like the idea though”, Hutt River interjected. “My codename will be ‘Mr. Rich and Beautiful’, okay?”
“That’s a really stupid name”, Wy retorted. “But I have to admit that I’d like to have a codename, too. Can I be the ‘Paintbrush Princess’?”
“Yeah, why not”, answered Sealand. “Come on, we all need one. Kugelmugel, Ladonia, Seborga and Molossia! Think up some really great codenames, too!”
“I’ll be ‘ART’!”, Kugelmugel yelled.
“Well, that one I think I should be able to remember”, Ladonia snorted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Anyway, my codename will be ‘Your Leader’.”
“I don’t like that codename”, Sealand commented.
“Well, I didn’t ask for your opinion”, the internet-nation responded crossly, “and I don’t like your codename either.”
Seborga, feeling another argument coming, quickly interrupted. “Guys, I came up with a really cool one. I’ll be ‘Bella Ciao’, okay?”
Wy frowned. “Why would you call yourself ‘Hello, Beautiful’?”
“That’s easy, so I can flirt with pretty girls while being a matchmaker agent”, the Italian micronation shrugged.
The girl sighed. “So, that just leaves you, Molossia. Don’t you want to have a codename, too?”
Molossia had been silent for quite the time now. When the others’ attention fell on him, they noticed that he was shaking slightly. “The fuck is this shit”, he said though gritted teeth, and his hands were clenched to fists.
“Is everything okay with you?”, Sealand asked worried.
The desert-country looked away. “I-it’s just… I don’t fucking think I can do this!”
Seborga patted his shoulders reassuringly. “Come on, Molossia, don’t say such things. I know you can. Don’t you want for America to become your boyfriend?”
Molossia looked at him from behind his sunglasses and became red like a crab. “I never fucking said that you dumbass!”, he yelled.
Suddenly the front door of the building went open and many nations came swarming out of it. “Quiet now”, Wy told the others. “Everyone remembers their job? We’re starting!” Then she began skimming the crowd with her eyes, most likely looking for America.
“There he is”, she whispered to Molossia and began nudging him in the direction of the boisterous country, who was at the moment blabbering to England animatedly.
The sun glasses-wearing young man stumbled forward awkwardly and looked like a lost puppy, wishing that he could disappear into thin air right now. He was really starting to regret having told his friends about his crush, because it was obviously their fault that he was in this situation right now. What if America said no? Or worse, what if he laughed at him for asking? Did he even like him? Or did he only think of him as an annoying stretch of land within his borders that tried to do everything in its own way? It would more likely be the second, wouldn’t it? All of the countries thought about the micronations like this after all. Why should America be different?
Well… he was a hell lot different compared to other countries in Molossia’s opinion. Something about this guy just made him go incredibly soft, he didn’t even know why. All he knew was that he was madly in love with America, and he was aware that that sounded very cheesy, but Molossia simply couldn’t help it.
His vision had gone blurry by now, and the next thing he knew was that he found America standing directly in front of him, even talking to him.
“-haven’t seen you in a while, dude. What’s up?”
Molossia tried to focus on the beautiful sky blue eyes that were now looking at him, waiting for him to answer the question.
“I… uh… i-it’s”, he stuttered, now blushing furiously. “It… er… it’s really hot today!”, the micronation blurted out.
Wy, who was watching the conversation from within a certain distance with the others, felt the urge to facepalm. Seriously, what an idiot!
America looked at Molossia puzzled for a moment, the he grinned. “Dude, that’s so true! I ain’t even able to wear my awesome hero’s bomber jacket in this heat.”
It was only when he said this that the micronation realized that America really wasn’t wearing his trademark jacket today. He was wearing a white T-Shirt -which had a rocket printed on it- consisting of a very thin layer of fabric. Molossia couldn’t help but think that it matched America’s shape greatly, and that you could almost feel the muscles behind the cotton just by watching it. Darn, that guy was hot.
The blonde country of course hadn’t noticed at all that Molossia had been checking him out. It was these times that proved being able to read the atmosphere is a rather useful trait though. However, even though America was horribly oblivious to those kinds of things, England, who had been standing a bit behind him, clearly wasn’t.
“You are a moron”, he told the younger country in his usual ‘grumpy-old-man’-voice, as America liked to call it. “’Ain’t’ isn’t even a word. Don’t go around messing with my language stupidly!”
“Whoa, dude, seriously”, the glasses-wearing man answered, laughing. “If you call this ‘messing with your language’ then I’ve been doing it for the last two-hundred years.”
England now stepped beside him, not without throwing a nasty glare at Molossia, one that clearly told: ‘I’ve seen how you’ve been watching him.’ “You bloody dolt!”, he barked at America, though his eyes told that he didn’t really mean the insult. He just liked to mess with his former colony, as he thought that this was the only way for him to keep in contact with the boy. “Are you just acting like it or are you really this stupid? And besides, technically you’ve been messing with my language your entire existence!”
America snickered. “You thought it was cute back then, though, didn’t you? It’s you who always comes to me, trying to make me call you ‘Engwand’ again.”
The island country blushed and shook his head fiercely. “D-don’t talk about such things, you idiot! You may have been cute back then, but now all you are is fat.”
“That stung, Iggy, you meanie”, America replied in a mocking voice and placed his hand at his heart dramatically.
Molossia, who had finally regained his ability to think properly, narrowed his eyes at England and interjected: “I don’t think Mr. America is fat though.”
Now both of the other countries looked at him surprised. Then the younger of them burst out with laughing again. “See, Iggy?”, he grinned triumphantly. “It’s just you who says that, always talking about those stereotypes. I mean seriously, I don’t just go telling you you got bad teeth either.”
“So?”, asked England, but he wasn’t really listening to him. He was too busy staring at Molossia intensely, and Molossia was staring back with a glare that held the same tension.
“Hey, Dudes, whaddya doing, looking at each other like that?” Of course America had no clue about what was going on, as always. If he would have known, then he might have noticed that not even Tony would have been able to look at someone that grimly. As he got no answer from either of the two, the blue-eyed country began whining. “Heeey, don’t ignore me you meanies! Are you listening? Are you like, doing telepathy or something? That’s so not fair, you know! I wanna take part in your chitchat too!”
“Mr. America?”, Molossia finally asked, prying his gaze away from England’s menacing one. He now looked at America again, and his expression softened. He blushed just a little! “Would you like to go eat some ice cream with me?”
When hearing ‘ice cream’, America instantly stopped pouting and looked at Molossia as if he’d just been told that he’d won a billion dollar. “Did you say ice cream?”, he cried. “Really, dude, ice cream? How could I ever say no to ice cream! Hell yeah I wanna go!!!”
Molossia felt like a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He’d said yes! He had fucking said yes for god’s sake! Did that mean that he liked him? Probably. Probably not. However, he now had a date with America –whether the oblivious country realized it or not-, a thing England had not been able to obtain for the last two-hundred years. The micronation felt like grinning a really goofy grin. Hell, he was so happy he could dance in circles for the rest of the day. But that probably wouldn’t be a good idea, because America would certainly think that he was weird, and they had a date!
All of his bright thoughts were crushed within one moment, and that was when England asked: “Oh, ice cream? May I come along?”
Oh, damn it. He had forgotten of that fucking idiot with the fat eyebrows.
America looked at the island country in disbelief. “You really wanna come, Iggy? I always thought you didn’t like that stuff.”
England shrugged. “Well, I changed my mind recently.”
Molossia frowned. ‘Changed my mind recently’ –ha! That fucker just hadn’t wanted for America and him to go on a date! Really, it was so obvious.
“That’s pretty awesome. See, I always told you it was good! You just didn’t want to believe me!”, America seemed happy about England declaring that he liked ice cream. “And of course you can come along, I’m sure Molossia doesn’t mind either. Or do you?”
The micronation gritted his teeth. He couldn’t say yes right now –America would be likely to ask him why, and what should he answer to that?- but if he said it was okay, it certainly wouldn’t be a date, England would make sure of that. What could he do?
“No, I don’t”, Molossia shook his head, not without throwing a glare at the green-eyed country again.
“Then let’s go”, America cheered. “I feel like I could eat a hundred cones of ice cream right now!”
---------- Isn’t Molossia cute when he’s all flustered? He seems to be that a lot when around America =)
Just in case you’ve been wondering, I’ll try to update every weekend (though I can’t promise anything). Also, I thought for this to be about five to seven chapters long, but I haven’t decided yet, it may come out way longer than I originally intended to (my stories like to do that for a reason…)
So excited to see an update. I can't tell who is more tsudenere out of England and Molossia. Oblivious!America is the most adorable thing ever. This chapter looks a loot better with the breaks. I was going to mention something on my other comment, but I cmpletely forgot.
(spaces!anon here - the new format looks great!) Yay, an update! I really like this story and the way you're writing Molossia. I'm cheering for him, I have to say. He's so awkward around America and America is so oblivious, it's adorable. And poor Molossia! Trying so hard but he doesn't think America likes him. Awww~ And the micronations arguing about codenames - so easily distracted! XD
Oh god... this T^T... YES! This is officially my new favorite fill on here! Hands down!
And oh my god i'm starting to just really adore the MolossiaxAmerica pairing~ Seriously, USUK is my OTP but I SWEAR... MolossiaxAmerica is starting to become my new second~ Hell, because i'm loving this so much I don't even care who wins X3! Y'know, i'm actually finding myself rooting for Molossia here X3~
I love how your writing his character! He is just BEYOND adorable in this X3~ The whole 'not-so-sure' and 'easily flustered' thing... that whole, 'what if he doesn't like me' thing, and how happy he got when America said yes... I'm so friggin' loving this right now <3~
And oh America... you and your utterly adorable obliviousness~
Oh god your doing just a wonderful job with this fill T^T! This is most definitely at the top of my fav fills list~
And lets not forget the other micro-nations XD! Ya just gotta love em' and their childish antics~ I thought the whole codename thing was just too too cute for words~
I so can not wait to see more of this fill, i'm just adoring and loving it to death X3~
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Untitled, Chapter 2a/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)And to the anon who suggested this: Thank you for your opinion, I went on with the spaces.
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It was afternoon. All of the micronations were gathered in front of a large building while talking to Molossia insistently.
“Alright, you know what you gotta do?”, he was asked by Sealand.
“You already told me ten fucking times stupid brat!”, the sun glasses-wearing nation snapped at him, annoyed.
“Yeah, maybe”, the little boy with the very large eyebrows shrugged. “I’ll repeat it once more though.” Molossia groaned and he sounded very irritated while doing this. Sealand pointed at the entrance of the building with his right index finger. “When America emerges the building, you will approach him immediately and greet him, understood?”
Molossia nodded and began grumbling again. “Okay, okay, I fucking understood, so now let’s-“
“After the greeting”, Wy went on, ignoring his irritated muttering. “You’ll make a comment about how it is really hot today. He will most likely agree. So, let’s see if you’ve been able to follow. What will be your next step?”
“I’ll fucking ask him if he fucking wants to go eat some fucking ice cream with me!”, Molossia snarled. “You bitches I don’t wanna do this shit! Why can’t you leave me the fuck alone?” He seemed to be struggling with the decision about whether he was comfortable with their plan or not.
“Shush now!”, Wy ordered. Then she turned to the remaining micronations and asked them: “And what will be our job?”
“We will, of course, prevent Jerk England from interfering with our super cool plan!”, Sealand exclaimed excitedly. Then he paused for a moment to think about something. “Hey, I forgot! If we wanna be like super cool matchmaking agents, we’ll need codenames!” His eyes were sparkling with enthusiasm and he looked at the others eagerly. “Come on, think up some really kick-ass codenames. I’ll be ‘Power Rangers Are Awesome!’”
Ladonia raised one eyebrow. “That sounds just lame. And it is too long. And I won’t be able to remember that many stupid codenames.”
Sealand looked at him disappointed. “I thought it was a good one”, he replied, pouting.
“I like the idea though”, Hutt River interjected. “My codename will be ‘Mr. Rich and Beautiful’, okay?”
“That’s a really stupid name”, Wy retorted. “But I have to admit that I’d like to have a codename, too. Can I be the ‘Paintbrush Princess’?”
“Yeah, why not”, answered Sealand. “Come on, we all need one. Kugelmugel, Ladonia, Seborga and Molossia! Think up some really great codenames, too!”
“I’ll be ‘ART’!”, Kugelmugel yelled.
“Well, that one I think I should be able to remember”, Ladonia snorted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Anyway, my codename will be ‘Your Leader’.”
“I don’t like that codename”, Sealand commented.
“Well, I didn’t ask for your opinion”, the internet-nation responded crossly, “and I don’t like your codename either.”
Seborga, feeling another argument coming, quickly interrupted. “Guys, I came up with a really cool one. I’ll be ‘Bella Ciao’, okay?”
Wy frowned. “Why would you call yourself ‘Hello, Beautiful’?”
“That’s easy, so I can flirt with pretty girls while being a matchmaker agent”, the Italian micronation shrugged.
The girl sighed. “So, that just leaves you, Molossia. Don’t you want to have a codename, too?”
Molossia had been silent for quite the time now. When the others’ attention fell on him, they noticed that he was shaking slightly. “The fuck is this shit”, he said though gritted teeth, and his hands were clenched to fists.
“Is everything okay with you?”, Sealand asked worried.
The desert-country looked away. “I-it’s just… I don’t fucking think I can do this!”
Seborga patted his shoulders reassuringly. “Come on, Molossia, don’t say such things. I know you can. Don’t you want for America to become your boyfriend?”
Molossia looked at him from behind his sunglasses and became red like a crab. “I never fucking said that you dumbass!”, he yelled.
Re: Untitled, Chapter 2b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)“There he is”, she whispered to Molossia and began nudging him in the direction of the boisterous country, who was at the moment blabbering to England animatedly.
The sun glasses-wearing young man stumbled forward awkwardly and looked like a lost puppy, wishing that he could disappear into thin air right now. He was really starting to regret having told his friends about his crush, because it was obviously their fault that he was in this situation right now. What if America said no? Or worse, what if he laughed at him for asking? Did he even like him? Or did he only think of him as an annoying stretch of land within his borders that tried to do everything in its own way? It would more likely be the second, wouldn’t it? All of the countries thought about the micronations like this after all. Why should America be different?
Well… he was a hell lot different compared to other countries in Molossia’s opinion. Something about this guy just made him go incredibly soft, he didn’t even know why. All he knew was that he was madly in love with America, and he was aware that that sounded very cheesy, but Molossia simply couldn’t help it.
His vision had gone blurry by now, and the next thing he knew was that he found America standing directly in front of him, even talking to him.
“-haven’t seen you in a while, dude. What’s up?”
Molossia tried to focus on the beautiful sky blue eyes that were now looking at him, waiting for him to answer the question.
“I… uh… i-it’s”, he stuttered, now blushing furiously. “It… er… it’s really hot today!”, the micronation blurted out.
Wy, who was watching the conversation from within a certain distance with the others, felt the urge to facepalm. Seriously, what an idiot!
America looked at Molossia puzzled for a moment, the he grinned. “Dude, that’s so true! I ain’t even able to wear my awesome hero’s bomber jacket in this heat.”
It was only when he said this that the micronation realized that America really wasn’t wearing his trademark jacket today. He was wearing a white T-Shirt -which had a rocket printed on it- consisting of a very thin layer of fabric. Molossia couldn’t help but think that it matched America’s shape greatly, and that you could almost feel the muscles behind the cotton just by watching it. Darn, that guy was hot.
The blonde country of course hadn’t noticed at all that Molossia had been checking him out. It was these times that proved being able to read the atmosphere is a rather useful trait though. However, even though America was horribly oblivious to those kinds of things, England, who had been standing a bit behind him, clearly wasn’t.
“You are a moron”, he told the younger country in his usual ‘grumpy-old-man’-voice, as America liked to call it. “’Ain’t’ isn’t even a word. Don’t go around messing with my language stupidly!”
“Whoa, dude, seriously”, the glasses-wearing man answered, laughing. “If you call this ‘messing with your language’ then I’ve been doing it for the last two-hundred years.”
England now stepped beside him, not without throwing a nasty glare at Molossia, one that clearly told: ‘I’ve seen how you’ve been watching him.’ “You bloody dolt!”, he barked at America, though his eyes told that he didn’t really mean the insult. He just liked to mess with his former colony, as he thought that this was the only way for him to keep in contact with the boy. “Are you just acting like it or are you really this stupid? And besides, technically you’ve been messing with my language your entire existence!”
America snickered. “You thought it was cute back then, though, didn’t you? It’s you who always comes to me, trying to make me call you ‘Engwand’ again.”
The island country blushed and shook his head fiercely. “D-don’t talk about such things, you idiot! You may have been cute back then, but now all you are is fat.”
Re: Untitled, Chapter 2c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)Molossia, who had finally regained his ability to think properly, narrowed his eyes at England and interjected: “I don’t think Mr. America is fat though.”
Now both of the other countries looked at him surprised. Then the younger of them burst out with laughing again. “See, Iggy?”, he grinned triumphantly. “It’s just you who says that, always talking about those stereotypes. I mean seriously, I don’t just go telling you you got bad teeth either.”
“So?”, asked England, but he wasn’t really listening to him. He was too busy staring at Molossia intensely, and Molossia was staring back with a glare that held the same tension.
“Hey, Dudes, whaddya doing, looking at each other like that?” Of course America had no clue about what was going on, as always. If he would have known, then he might have noticed that not even Tony would have been able to look at someone that grimly. As he got no answer from either of the two, the blue-eyed country began whining. “Heeey, don’t ignore me you meanies! Are you listening? Are you like, doing telepathy or something? That’s so not fair, you know! I wanna take part in your chitchat too!”
“Mr. America?”, Molossia finally asked, prying his gaze away from England’s menacing one. He now looked at America again, and his expression softened. He blushed just a little! “Would you like to go eat some ice cream with me?”
When hearing ‘ice cream’, America instantly stopped pouting and looked at Molossia as if he’d just been told that he’d won a billion dollar. “Did you say ice cream?”, he cried. “Really, dude, ice cream? How could I ever say no to ice cream! Hell yeah I wanna go!!!”
Molossia felt like a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He’d said yes! He had fucking said yes for god’s sake! Did that mean that he liked him? Probably. Probably not. However, he now had a date with America –whether the oblivious country realized it or not-, a thing England had not been able to obtain for the last two-hundred years. The micronation felt like grinning a really goofy grin. Hell, he was so happy he could dance in circles for the rest of the day. But that probably wouldn’t be a good idea, because America would certainly think that he was weird, and they had a date!
All of his bright thoughts were crushed within one moment, and that was when England asked: “Oh, ice cream? May I come along?”
Oh, damn it. He had forgotten of that fucking idiot with the fat eyebrows.
America looked at the island country in disbelief. “You really wanna come, Iggy? I always thought you didn’t like that stuff.”
England shrugged. “Well, I changed my mind recently.”
Molossia frowned. ‘Changed my mind recently’ –ha! That fucker just hadn’t wanted for America and him to go on a date! Really, it was so obvious.
“That’s pretty awesome. See, I always told you it was good! You just didn’t want to believe me!”, America seemed happy about England declaring that he liked ice cream. “And of course you can come along, I’m sure Molossia doesn’t mind either. Or do you?”
The micronation gritted his teeth. He couldn’t say yes right now –America would be likely to ask him why, and what should he answer to that?- but if he said it was okay, it certainly wouldn’t be a date, England would make sure of that. What could he do?
“No, I don’t”, Molossia shook his head, not without throwing a glare at the green-eyed country again.
“Then let’s go”, America cheered. “I feel like I could eat a hundred cones of ice cream right now!”
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Isn’t Molossia cute when he’s all flustered? He seems to be that a lot when around America =)
Just in case you’ve been wondering, I’ll try to update every weekend (though I can’t promise anything). Also, I thought for this to be about five to seven chapters long, but I haven’t decided yet, it may come out way longer than I originally intended to (my stories like to do that for a reason…)
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(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Untitled, Chapter 2c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Untitled, Chapter 2c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)And oh my god i'm starting to just really adore the MolossiaxAmerica pairing~ Seriously, USUK is my OTP but I SWEAR... MolossiaxAmerica is starting to become my new second~
Hell, because i'm loving this so much I don't even care who wins X3! Y'know, i'm actually finding myself rooting for Molossia here X3~
I love how your writing his character! He is just BEYOND adorable in this X3~
The whole 'not-so-sure' and 'easily flustered' thing... that whole, 'what if he doesn't like me' thing, and how happy he got when America said yes... I'm so friggin' loving this right now <3~
And oh America... you and your utterly adorable obliviousness~
Oh god your doing just a wonderful job with this fill T^T!
This is most definitely at the top of my fav fills list~
And lets not forget the other micro-nations XD! Ya just gotta love em' and their childish antics~
I thought the whole codename thing was just too too cute for words~
I so can not wait to see more of this fill, i'm just adoring and loving it to death X3~