"How in the world did you get that thing in HERE?!!" Germany looked like he was about to have a panick attack.
England glared at the man, willing him to shut up. After all, it was England, and not Germany, who had an assault rifle pointed to his head.
"Keep your eyes away from my sister, you bastard."
For Pete's sake, England thought, your sister isn't sitting anywhere near Germany. He restrained himself from rolling his eyes and looked down into his teacup. What a pity to let a good cuppa go to waste. Would Switzerland actually shoot his brains out if he dared to drink out from his teacup, he wondered, or was Switzerland simply sprouting empty threats again?
"Is that an AK-47 you have there?" Russia asked. Switzerland didn't respond but Russia didn't seem to care. "What a surprise! I didn't know there were any left."
America snorted. "Yeah, the AK-47 was swell and all. But the M16?" He whistled. "Now that was a classic."
Russia smiled a suspiciously sweet smile. "You don't say?"
"No weapons are allowed in this building! Switzerland, please put your weapon DOWN."
"Big brother, I think you should put that rifle away." Liechtenstein tugged at her brother's sleeve. "It's not very polite to interrupt England when he's having tea."
"Liechtenstein! How could I do that when England--- he--- he---" Switzerland blushed, averting his eyes away from anywhere below her neckline.
"It's not England's fault!! When I went to the bathroom during lunch break, it was like this!" Liechtenstein said, glancing down at her chest. "Maybe I'm finally going through... puberty."
Switzerland choked. "Wh-what did you just say?"
"It cannot be puberty," China commented. "It just wouldn't make any sense. Look at Ukraine. Clearly, this is something out of the ordinary."
Everybody looked and murmured while Lietchenstein sunk slightly in her seat.
"Now, wait just a moment. Why is everybody blaming England?" Romania rose from his seat and England almost felt relieved until-- " his magic isn't good enough to do that. At least, not for centuries. I would say that my magic is even better than him!"
"What?! My magic is perfectly fine, thank you!" England rose from his seat and glared at Romania. "And I thought you liked my magic!"
"Yes, I do but ahh..." Romania tilted his head to the side and gestured something with his hands. "Your performance is, shall I say, not very consistent. Particularly when it comes to cursing."
"Cursing? I'll show you some cursing--"
"YOU! You're the one who made my sister this way?" Switzerland turned around and pointed his rifle at Romania.
"Is anyone even LISTENING TO ME?!" Germany shouted in the background.
"Er.... no. I don't specialize in magic like that." Romania said, backing away from the table. "I'm just saying that there are other nations who can do magic. Like, er, Norway!" He pointed at said nation.
Switzerland turned to Norway, who gave him a blank stare.
"No, it wasn't me."
"Switzerland!" South Korea excitedly waved his hands in the air. "Did you know that magic originated in---" China clasped a hand over South Korea's mouth before he could say another word.
"It's not so bad, Switzerland. I don't know what happened but I'm glad!" Ukraine beamed as she looked down at her nearly flat chest. "It was hard to do any farming because my boobies were giving me back pains. But now that they're no longer in the way, I might be able to improve my economy!"
"Big brother, I'm not a little child anymore," Lietchenstein whispered.
Switzerland lowered his weapon with a pained expression on his face.
England huffed, bringing his (now cold) teacup to his lips. "It's bloody time you put that damn gun away. Just because I can do magic, doesn't mean that I'm not a gentleman." He muttered. "Only a pervert would do anything of the sort."
France saw the sharp look on Switzerland's face and protested, "I'm simply admiring! It's not a crime to gaze upon a beautiful, blossoming flower? Non?"
Liechtenstein blushed.
Switzerland shrugged off his jacket and handed it to Liechtenstein. "Put this on, right now."
Germany stared at his wristwatch. Damn, he thought, now they were 10 minutes behind schedule.
Re: In Which One of Switzerland's Worst Nightmares Becomes True (1/?)
I have no idea why I filled this. If I just took a quick glance at the prompt, I would think it involved smut (which I don't have the talent for). Then, I gave it a closer look and figured that it might be a good prompt to fill.
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In Which One of Switzerland's Worst Nightmares Becomes True (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-11-24 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)"How in the world did you get that thing in HERE?!!" Germany looked like he was about to have a panick attack.
England glared at the man, willing him to shut up. After all, it was England, and not Germany, who had an assault rifle pointed to his head.
"Keep your eyes away from my sister, you bastard."
For Pete's sake, England thought, your sister isn't sitting anywhere near Germany. He restrained himself from rolling his eyes and looked down into his teacup. What a pity to let a good cuppa go to waste. Would Switzerland actually shoot his brains out if he dared to drink out from his teacup, he wondered, or was Switzerland simply sprouting empty threats again?
"Is that an AK-47 you have there?" Russia asked. Switzerland didn't respond but Russia didn't seem to care. "What a surprise! I didn't know there were any left."
America snorted. "Yeah, the AK-47 was swell and all. But the M16?" He whistled. "Now that was a classic."
Russia smiled a suspiciously sweet smile. "You don't say?"
"No weapons are allowed in this building! Switzerland, please put your weapon DOWN."
"Big brother, I think you should put that rifle away." Liechtenstein tugged at her brother's sleeve. "It's not very polite to interrupt England when he's having tea."
"Liechtenstein! How could I do that when England--- he--- he---" Switzerland blushed, averting his eyes away from anywhere below her neckline.
"It's not England's fault!! When I went to the bathroom during lunch break, it was like this!" Liechtenstein said, glancing down at her chest. "Maybe I'm finally going through... puberty."
Switzerland choked. "Wh-what did you just say?"
"It cannot be puberty," China commented. "It just wouldn't make any sense. Look at Ukraine. Clearly, this is something out of the ordinary."
Everybody looked and murmured while Lietchenstein sunk slightly in her seat.
"Now, wait just a moment. Why is everybody blaming England?" Romania rose from his seat and England almost felt relieved until-- " his magic isn't good enough to do that. At least, not for centuries. I would say that my magic is even better than him!"
"What?! My magic is perfectly fine, thank you!" England rose from his seat and glared at Romania. "And I thought you liked my magic!"
"Yes, I do but ahh..." Romania tilted his head to the side and gestured something with his hands. "Your performance is, shall I say, not very consistent. Particularly when it comes to cursing."
"Cursing? I'll show you some cursing--"
"YOU! You're the one who made my sister this way?" Switzerland turned around and pointed his rifle at Romania.
"Is anyone even LISTENING TO ME?!" Germany shouted in the background.
"Er.... no. I don't specialize in magic like that." Romania said, backing away from the table. "I'm just saying that there are other nations who can do magic. Like, er, Norway!" He pointed at said nation.
Switzerland turned to Norway, who gave him a blank stare.
"No, it wasn't me."
"Switzerland!" South Korea excitedly waved his hands in the air. "Did you know that magic originated in---" China clasped a hand over South Korea's mouth before he could say another word.
"It's not so bad, Switzerland. I don't know what happened but I'm glad!" Ukraine beamed as she looked down at her nearly flat chest. "It was hard to do any farming because my boobies were giving me back pains. But now that they're no longer in the way, I might be able to improve my economy!"
"Big brother, I'm not a little child anymore," Lietchenstein whispered.
Switzerland lowered his weapon with a pained expression on his face.
England huffed, bringing his (now cold) teacup to his lips. "It's bloody time you put that damn gun away. Just because I can do magic, doesn't mean that I'm not a gentleman." He muttered. "Only a pervert would do anything of the sort."
France saw the sharp look on Switzerland's face and protested, "I'm simply admiring! It's not a crime to gaze upon a beautiful, blossoming flower? Non?"
Liechtenstein blushed.
Switzerland shrugged off his jacket and handed it to Liechtenstein. "Put this on, right now."
Germany stared at his wristwatch. Damn, he thought, now they were 10 minutes behind schedule.
Re: In Which One of Switzerland's Worst Nightmares Becomes True (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-11-24 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)How England stayed (relatively) calm through the situation, is so . He was a great character to use as commentary during this scene.
I wasn't sure about how a fill on this would go, and I don't even know what led me to read this. I'm glad that I did. It's an unexpected delight.
Author Anon
(Anonymous) 2012-11-25 12:45 am (UTC)(link)I'm glad you liked it!