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hetalia2009-05-03 10:18 pm
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[Fanfic] A Mad-lib Drabble
I hope it's okay, but I found a link to this at nation_ask and thought it'd be fun for people to fill out and share.
Here's mine:
The Battle For The Gun
In the sea, Russia kissed his gun. He had been busy with the gun for hours and now wanted nothing more than a golden cuddle or a pretty massage from his lover America.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his sweet America appeared at the door, grinning happily.
"Put down the gun," America said wonderfully. "Unless you want me to kiss that gun on your head."
Russia put down the gun. He was lovely. He had never seen America so wonderful before and it made him blue.
America picked up the gun, then withdrew a ball from his leg. "Don't be so lovely," America said with a wonderful grimace. "A fox bit my lip this morning, and everything became bright. Now with this gun and this ball I can wonderfully rule the world!"
Russia clutched his stupid lip vividly. This was his lover, his sweet America, now staring at him with a wonderful leg.
"Fight it!" Russia shouted. "The fox just wants the gun for his own sweet devices! He doesn't love you, not the golden way I do!"
Russia could see America trembling vividly. Russia reached out his head and touched America's leg wonderfully. He was sweet, so sweet, but he knew only his stupid love for America would break the fox's spell.
Sure enough, America dropped the gun with a thunk. "Oh, Russia," he squealed. "I'm so golden, can you ever forgive me?"
But Russia had already moved in the sea. Like a fish left out for three weeks, he pressed his head into America's leg. And as they fell together in a bright fit of love, the gun lay on the floor, blue and forgotten.
Here's mine:
The Battle For The Gun
In the sea, Russia kissed his gun. He had been busy with the gun for hours and now wanted nothing more than a golden cuddle or a pretty massage from his lover America.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his sweet America appeared at the door, grinning happily.
"Put down the gun," America said wonderfully. "Unless you want me to kiss that gun on your head."
Russia put down the gun. He was lovely. He had never seen America so wonderful before and it made him blue.
America picked up the gun, then withdrew a ball from his leg. "Don't be so lovely," America said with a wonderful grimace. "A fox bit my lip this morning, and everything became bright. Now with this gun and this ball I can wonderfully rule the world!"
Russia clutched his stupid lip vividly. This was his lover, his sweet America, now staring at him with a wonderful leg.
"Fight it!" Russia shouted. "The fox just wants the gun for his own sweet devices! He doesn't love you, not the golden way I do!"
Russia could see America trembling vividly. Russia reached out his head and touched America's leg wonderfully. He was sweet, so sweet, but he knew only his stupid love for America would break the fox's spell.
Sure enough, America dropped the gun with a thunk. "Oh, Russia," he squealed. "I'm so golden, can you ever forgive me?"
But Russia had already moved in the sea. Like a fish left out for three weeks, he pressed his head into America's leg. And as they fell together in a bright fit of love, the gun lay on the floor, blue and forgotten.