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blood_wingedI have a Japan Shimeji and an England Shimeji wandering around on my desktop. They keep sitting near each other. Even though they can't possibly be aware of each other.. it's almost like they are o.o
I shot an email off to the ESPaCH office and the ITS desk today, so hopefully the problems I mentioned in my last entry will be solved by the end of the week.
And now! If you made it this far, which I hope you did, I need to get my brain back in action, as I'm going to have to be doing a great deal of creative work over the next fifteen months, so I'm stealing this meme from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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ThreetwooneGO!
I shot an email off to the ESPaCH office and the ITS desk today, so hopefully the problems I mentioned in my last entry will be solved by the end of the week.
And now! If you made it this far, which I hope you did, I need to get my brain back in action, as I'm going to have to be doing a great deal of creative work over the next fifteen months, so I'm stealing this meme from
amael_elen - The Domesticity Meme:
Give me a pairing, and then give me an everyday setting (coming home from work, waking up in the morning, going grocery shopping, etc.) and I'll write a short drabble involving said pairing in said situation. You can ask for pairings that have already been requested, and be as creative as you want with the situations!
ThreetwooneGO!
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Date: 2010-09-29 08:34 pm (UTC)FrUk! In a car, with England driving. D: /lame
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Date: 2010-09-30 01:57 am (UTC)As soon as the words had left his mouth he was being shot one of Arthur’s stony glares, the English nation’s fingers drumming on the steering wheel. He pressed his lips together and cleared his throat.
“Do you want a lift to the airport or not?” Arthur demanded waspishly. “If you don’t like it, I can easily leave you to find your own way there, on the tube.”
Francis’ eyebrows shot up and a look of barely concealed alarm crossed his face. He was yet to recover from the first time Arthur had decided that taking the underground would be far easier than trying to drive across the city, and had no desire to repeat the experience. So many irritated, sweaty people and the humidity had done nothing at all for his hair…
“Damnit, Francis, get in the bloody car!”
“Yes, yes…” He tossed his bag into the back seat and got into the car, treated to another of those flinty glares before Arthur put the car in gear and pulled out onto the road. “I thought that you would drive something with a little more class.”
“More class? This is an Aston Martin DB5,” Arthur snapped. “And if you dare tell me I would be better of driving one of your monstrosities-”
“You were not complaining so bitterly about me last night, Arthur,” Francis reminded him, noting how the other man’s fingers tightened their grip on the steering wheel and the way that his jaw tensed. “I did not think you would allow me to have my way with you for yet another time.”
“That was the last time.”
“You always say that…”
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Date: 2010-09-30 11:06 am (UTC)Haha, last time I had to take the tube for Heathrow, we had like, an hour delay. I was so glad that I had decided to take one of the earlier ones... I feel for you, France, I really do.
Uh, maybe I should actually add that I LIKED THIS! <3
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Date: 2010-10-02 01:51 am (UTC)Way to be old fashion with that car, England, I love youz(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-29 09:43 pm (UTC)And I hope your Uni-stuff works out smoothly. Universities can be a pain in the neck, and not having to deal with any unecessairy troubles is worth so much so... keeping my fingers crossed for you!
Uh, meme. *thinks*
well, I've been thinking of doing something with this myself, but wouldn't mind seeing someone elses's approach to it, I guess, so here goes:
Edelweiss, taking a bath together. To save water, of course.
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Date: 2010-09-29 09:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-29 09:50 pm (UTC)And how does Japan reproduce? °w°
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Date: 2010-09-29 09:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-29 10:06 pm (UTC)Any pairing? Hm, how about fem!China and Japan. "Shit cleaning" (excuse my potty mouth), however you'd interpret that phrase.
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Date: 2010-09-29 10:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-29 10:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-29 10:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-29 10:51 pm (UTC)I apologize if I was too informal about it. I should have used "cleaning out the storage" :/
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Date: 2010-09-29 10:57 pm (UTC)Everything is fiiiiiine /hypnosisvoice
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Date: 2010-09-29 10:32 pm (UTC)For the meme, hm, Austria/Switzerland - grocery shopping? xD
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Date: 2010-09-29 10:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-29 11:38 pm (UTC)Prompt: USUK - America having a staredown with Americat. Why did England even get that thing anyway? All it does is eat, and sleep, and interrupt sexy times like a non-atmosphere reading annoying thing, and constantly meow for England's attention that should be on me.
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Date: 2010-09-30 12:00 am (UTC)OH GOD I LOVE IT
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Date: 2010-10-01 09:42 pm (UTC)“Mew.”
“Meow~”
“Mew!”
Alfred watched with a pout as Arthur smiled and tickled under the cat’s chin, and he could swear that the animal shot him a dirty look as it purred and rubbed and arched against Arthur’s hand. The American nation had always been more of a dog person, but when Arthur had asked if they could have a cat he hadn’t been able to say no. Now, however, he was rather wishing he was more able to refuse that pleading expression that Arthur would use whenever he wanted something.
Ever since that damned cat had come into their life it had been competing with Alfred for Arthur’s attention, and it had been winning. Still… to see him so happy was worth it. Almost. Sort of. Not really.
Where did that cat get off hogging all Arthur’s attention anyway? He watched Arthur get up, his irritated thoughts momentarily side-tracked by the kiss that was pressed to his lips, and then the older man was gone and that cat was staring at him. Under any other circumstances he might have found the fluffy animal to be rather cute, but this was his rival for his lover’s affections. He stared back, and the cat didn’t blink, just focused its slitted blue eyes on him and sat there, tail flicking from side to side. Alfred stared until his eyes watered, until finally, with an irritated sound, he had to look away. The chirruping sound that he heard following that had a hint of smugness.
Oh, how he hated that cat.
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Date: 2010-10-02 01:01 am (UTC)I can imagine Americat so clearly 8D Fffft, smug kitty is smug <3
IT'S OK ALFRED. YOU CAN PLEASE ARTHUR IN WAYS THAT CAT NEVER CAN until there's some freaky plot-device spell that turns him human or something bahahaha /brick'd
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Date: 2010-09-30 12:39 am (UTC)My fingers are crossed about everything been sorted through/done by this week. :')
England/Norway - can you dig it? ♥ Uhm. Making a magical garden together ;w; If not I'll think of something else, but~ - w -b
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Date: 2010-09-30 12:41 am (UTC)because there is never enough of this pairing D:Switzerland helping Austria tune his piano. "Grudgingly."
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Date: 2010-09-30 08:41 am (UTC)Russia/England ( I'm okay if you change it to America/England though~ ) --> England making a drink for Russia or America the morning after they done sex. <3 With England saying that he only done that because he is obligated to.
He's in denial.:D(no subject)
Date: 2010-10-02 12:31 am (UTC)He didn’t dare move for several minutes, doing his best not to tremble, or let himself become completely overwhelmed by the realisation that he was in Ivan’s house, in Ivan’s bed, and Ivan was sleeping behind him. Biting his lip, he shifted away from the larger man as slowly as his rising panic would allow, and when he had finally slid out from beneath Ivan’s arm, he sat up and pushed one hand through his hair. His lower back ached, but that was to be expected…
It was several more minutes until he dared look over, and immediately, he found himself completely disarmed. Ivan was still fast asleep, eyes closed and hair ruffled, every trace of that threatening aura he gave off while awake completely lost. Arthur bit his thumbnail, suddenly wanting to touch, to brush those stray strands of pale hair from his forehead, to trace the almost childlike curves of his face. Tearing his gaze away he found his boxers and pulled them on, padding quietly around the room collecting the rest of his clothes, dressing as silently as he could before slipping out of the room.
After spending a while collecting his thoughts in the hallway he headed for the kitchen, coming face-to-face with three pairs of wide eyes.
“Ah… good morning?” he managed to say, and Toris started to his feet.
“Is he awake?” he asked.
“Ivan?” Arthur glanced up. “No, not yet…”
“I… I’ll make some tea… I… Oh dear…”
“Let me.” Arthur took over, ignoring the Lithuanian nation’s protests, and found himself impressed by Ivan’s selection of teas. He supposed, as he made his way back upstairs with a tray, that he should have felt bad about this. The Cold War was not yet over and here he was, fraternizing with ‘the enemy’. Yet, after last night, he found it hard to continue to think of Ivan that way.
The man was still asleep when he walked in, and he moved around the bed, setting the tray down and sitting, giving in to his previous urge and oh so carefully brushing a few strands of hair from Ivan’s forehead. Instantly, his eyes opened, a crisp and clear violet, and Arthur drew his hand back. Ivan kept his eyes fixed on Arthur as he sat up, and shifted back, one hand holding the sheets high on his chest. There was something almost… shy about it.
“I, ah… I brought you some tea,” Arthur told him, breaking the silence, and Ivan’s gaze finally broke from his, flicking down to the tray, then back. The English nation picked up a cup and offered it, watching as Ivan took it, and sipped the tea carefully.
“You did not poison it, da?” he murmured, voice slightly rough. Arthur’s eyebrows lifted.
“How did you know that I made it?”
“Nobody makes English tea like an English man, Arthur.” Another sip. “I am… surprised that you made it yourself.”
“I- well, that is… I thought that I ought to,” Arthur spluttered out, caught more off-guard by that statement than he had first realised.
“Mm, da…” Ivan murmured, and as the cup tipped again Arthur could swear he saw the faintest of smiles on the man’s face.
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Date: 2010-10-02 01:20 am (UTC)Ffft, Baltics. "You slept with Ivan and lived?!" Ok, I don't think they really would've thought that, dunno their characters well enough 8D
My favourite part was when Arthur was all freaking out and then he turns and sees surprisingly innocent looking Ivan :3 THAT JUST READS VERY VERY CUTELY.
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Date: 2010-10-02 01:25 am (UTC)<3<3
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Date: 2010-10-02 08:17 am (UTC)And possibly, later on, Alfred will go on rampage about this. xD
HE WILL TRY TO ENSURE THAT ARTHUR CAN'T GO AWAY FROM HIM /IS SHOTThis is an AWESOME job~ :D
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Date: 2010-10-06 07:12 pm (UTC)Also, I love how well it's written. :)
Said this on msn, but: Adorable in the most adorably adorable way possible <3