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[Fanfic] Ficlets~
Title: Drip // Cookie Jar // 2 random ficlets
Author/Artist: Meee~
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia // Italy // Romano
Rating: G or PG idk...
Warnings: Shameless advertising for commissions at the bottom. :Iand here
Summary: Not good with summarizing. oAo;;
Drip
-This was pretty much based on an rp starter I did so it's unfinished and will always be~ XD
The person on the phone is Iggy, though. oco-
"Drip...drip...drip...drip..."
Ivan Braginsky sat on one of his mansion's many couches, one in the sun room by a large window overlooking a beautiful backyard with sunflowers gracing the land. Not counting the fact that each and every sunflower was made of plastic stems and woven petals, it did look quite stunning.
"...drip...drip...drip..."
The certain Russian seemed in a trance created by his newest table, one given to him just a few hours ago by one of his family's members, Eduard von Bock, as either a birthday present or a 'please don't kill me' bribe. He had forgotten when his birthday was so it was probably the latter.
"...drip...drip...drip..."
It wasn't the table itself that put the platinum blond in a trance. Ivan hated it. He wouldn't waste his time staring at the eyesore. The item in question was in fact солнечный, his trademarked weapon. The Russian had earlier on jabbed the water pipe into the table by means of scaring the Estonian off and had ended up thinking better of the table with the new...center piece.
"...drip...drip...drip..."
Ivan was just waiting for the magic water he believed in so much to come out. It would make the table serve it's purpose.
"...drip...drip...drip..."
Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Seven in fact. Four hours of sitting upright and three after he plopped sideways onto the couch, never once taking his eyes off the pipe.
"...drip...drip...dri-..."
A sudden startle caused by an echo of phones from other rooms and the one nearby made the poor man's body suddenly spaz a tiny bit and in turn, fall to the floor. Groaning, Ivan raised his head and looked around, as if he didn't already know what was making the noise. He picked himself off the ground and trudged over to the nearest phone, answering it spitefully. "Da...?"
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Cookie Jar
-A random ficlet made out of boredom. oco-
"Q-Quasi... lì..." Feliciano's weak voice struggled out. So many questions were popping into the boy's head...
Why did he want a cookie all of a sudden?
Why was he breaking his back over getting one?
Why would Ludwig place the cookie jar on the highest possible shelf in his kitchen? Really, the fact that it was the highest shelf needed to be emphasized due to the fact that the poor Italian was on a chair he found in the dining room and still couldn't reach it. For God's sake, Feliciano was 5'6. There should be a law against having kitchen cabinets that high up.
"Quasi---i..." There! The brunette managed to tip the cookie jar towards him and he grabbed the top before it fell. Too bad that set off what balance he had left and poor Feli came toppling down off the chair and onto the floor. The fall didn't seem to have an effect on him, though, as a smile broke out on his face and lifted the cookie jar in the air with a sense of victory.
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Just a random rp sample really....
-It's really ooold~ XD-
Lovino tossed and turned in his sleep, mumbling either Italian curses or just random noises. His brows furrowed as he slowly came to. Emerald green eyes fluttered open and looked to his side where a little table stood next to the bed. For some reason...his hand was in a glass of water. Not being able to remember even getting up to get a glass of water, Lovino sat up...noticing another thing out of place. His legs were wet. Not just his legs, but part of his lower back was wet as well...
The Italian's eyes shot back and forth from his wet hand to the wet circle in the sheets over him. Lovino was finally putting two and two together in his just awakened mind.
".......FIGLIO DI PUTTANA!"
That was certainly the last time Lovino was sleeping in the same hotel as German scum.
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Aaaand another rp sample~
"A-Ah..." A catastrophe. Nothing else can explain what had happened...well at least in Feliciano's mind. The man sat on the floor, fanning his left leg where scalding water had landed on. Unfortunately, the slight burn was visable on the poor Italian seeing as he had stripped his pants off instantly.
Apparently, Feliciano was cooking lunch for himself and his best friend when the pot managed to slip from the pan holder's he has used to pick it off the stove and spilt all over his leg. Thankfully, not too much damage had been done but... "...Ludwig's going to be so mad."
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So yeah....SHAMELESS ADVERTISING~!
Buy my chibis. :I
$3.
-needs money for cosplay-
That is all.
Author/Artist: Meee~
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia // Italy // Romano
Rating: G or PG idk...
Warnings: Shameless advertising for commissions at the bottom. :I
Summary: Not good with summarizing. oAo;;
Drip
-This was pretty much based on an rp starter I did so it's unfinished and will always be~ XD
The person on the phone is Iggy, though. oco-
"Drip...drip...drip...drip..."
Ivan Braginsky sat on one of his mansion's many couches, one in the sun room by a large window overlooking a beautiful backyard with sunflowers gracing the land. Not counting the fact that each and every sunflower was made of plastic stems and woven petals, it did look quite stunning.
"...drip...drip...drip..."
The certain Russian seemed in a trance created by his newest table, one given to him just a few hours ago by one of his family's members, Eduard von Bock, as either a birthday present or a 'please don't kill me' bribe. He had forgotten when his birthday was so it was probably the latter.
"...drip...drip...drip..."
It wasn't the table itself that put the platinum blond in a trance. Ivan hated it. He wouldn't waste his time staring at the eyesore. The item in question was in fact солнечный, his trademarked weapon. The Russian had earlier on jabbed the water pipe into the table by means of scaring the Estonian off and had ended up thinking better of the table with the new...center piece.
"...drip...drip...drip..."
Ivan was just waiting for the magic water he believed in so much to come out. It would make the table serve it's purpose.
"...drip...drip...drip..."
Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Seven in fact. Four hours of sitting upright and three after he plopped sideways onto the couch, never once taking his eyes off the pipe.
"...drip...drip...dri-..."
A sudden startle caused by an echo of phones from other rooms and the one nearby made the poor man's body suddenly spaz a tiny bit and in turn, fall to the floor. Groaning, Ivan raised his head and looked around, as if he didn't already know what was making the noise. He picked himself off the ground and trudged over to the nearest phone, answering it spitefully. "Da...?"
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Cookie Jar
-A random ficlet made out of boredom. oco-
"Q-Quasi... lì..." Feliciano's weak voice struggled out. So many questions were popping into the boy's head...
Why did he want a cookie all of a sudden?
Why was he breaking his back over getting one?
Why would Ludwig place the cookie jar on the highest possible shelf in his kitchen? Really, the fact that it was the highest shelf needed to be emphasized due to the fact that the poor Italian was on a chair he found in the dining room and still couldn't reach it. For God's sake, Feliciano was 5'6. There should be a law against having kitchen cabinets that high up.
"Quasi---i..." There! The brunette managed to tip the cookie jar towards him and he grabbed the top before it fell. Too bad that set off what balance he had left and poor Feli came toppling down off the chair and onto the floor. The fall didn't seem to have an effect on him, though, as a smile broke out on his face and lifted the cookie jar in the air with a sense of victory.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Just a random rp sample really....
-It's really ooold~ XD-
Lovino tossed and turned in his sleep, mumbling either Italian curses or just random noises. His brows furrowed as he slowly came to. Emerald green eyes fluttered open and looked to his side where a little table stood next to the bed. For some reason...his hand was in a glass of water. Not being able to remember even getting up to get a glass of water, Lovino sat up...noticing another thing out of place. His legs were wet. Not just his legs, but part of his lower back was wet as well...
The Italian's eyes shot back and forth from his wet hand to the wet circle in the sheets over him. Lovino was finally putting two and two together in his just awakened mind.
".......FIGLIO DI PUTTANA!"
That was certainly the last time Lovino was sleeping in the same hotel as German scum.
------------------------------------------------------------
Aaaand another rp sample~
"A-Ah..." A catastrophe. Nothing else can explain what had happened...well at least in Feliciano's mind. The man sat on the floor, fanning his left leg where scalding water had landed on. Unfortunately, the slight burn was visable on the poor Italian seeing as he had stripped his pants off instantly.
Apparently, Feliciano was cooking lunch for himself and his best friend when the pot managed to slip from the pan holder's he has used to pick it off the stove and spilt all over his leg. Thankfully, not too much damage had been done but... "...Ludwig's going to be so mad."
-----------------------------------------------------
So yeah....SHAMELESS ADVERTISING~!
Buy my chibis. :I
$3.
-needs money for cosplay-
That is all.