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[Fanfic] American Candy Man
Title: American Candy Man
Characters: Japan, S. Italy, America, England, N. Italy, Prussia, Germany, Spain
Rating: T +13
Summary: America invites the world to his big-band Mardi Gras swing party.
Warning: Mild suggestive material and drug use.
~*~
Kiku: I do not think these clothes flatter me, especially. *tugs his red tie a little to the right*
Romano: Well, if it means'a free wine tonight, I am game. *alligator skin shoes tap atop the cement as they near a warmly-lit building, muffled music blaring behind the windows*
*the golden doors suddenly swing open, the music blasting into the summer night air*
Alfred: Welcome, welcome! *sweeps an arm out invitingly, a golden wristwatch sparkling momentarily before it's covered again by his white coat sleeve* You're just in time for the next big dance number!
Arthur: *sipping a gin and tonic over by the refreshment table* Alfred, what exactly /is/ this little get-together of yours, all about?
Alfred: It's Mardi Gras, of course! *laughs, clapping Arthur on the back, causing him to choke on his sip of gin* Tonight's the big-band bang!
*horns blare from the brass section, drawing couples onto the floor to swing*
Arthur: *coughs slightly, as he chokes, before glaring at Alfred from the corner of his eye* Yes, well ... wait, did you say Mardi-Gras? *straightens slightly* Isn´t that the festival where the girls throw the beads, dressed ... well, inappropriately?
Alfred: Sure is! *winks and blows a kiss at a girl in a purple, sequined gown* But that's not 'til later! Right now's the classy party! *flashes a grin at Arthur* Better grab a dame before they're all on the floor!
Arthur: You´re joking, right?
Alfred: (already chasing after the girl) *waves back to Arthur* See ya on the floor!
Romano: (standing near the back, with Kiku) *looks around, his arms crossed* What exactly are we'a supposed to be doing?
Kiku: I believe the motive is to ask a young lady to dance to this rambunctious music.
Romano: Ha! Why would I want to -- *stops as a curly, blonde-haired girl slinks up to him*
Curly Blonde: Hey, sugar. Care to share a square? *purrs in his ear*
Romano: *turns the color of a tomato, but lets her lead him into the mass of bodies*
Feliciano: Ve, ve, Romano! *appears at his brother´s side, lifting a gold mask from his eyes, its plums vivid green and purple* Isn´t this party shizzy?
Romano: Y-Yeah, I suppose... *swallows as the blonde's nose bumps his, the trumpets warbling around them*
Gilbert: *arrives through the door, fixing the silver cufflinks to his pinstripe suit, a burning cigarette in his other hand*
Ludwig: *stops behind his brother* I thought Alfred said this was supposed to be a /classy/ party?
Gilbert: Eh? What are you talking about, West? *finishes with his cuff and throws his hand out* This IS classy!
Ludwig: Ja, but ... *looks around* Where is the cognac? And the cigar room?
Gilbert: *looks at his brother incredulously* Ludwig ... it isn´t the nineteen forties anymore, despite what the music in this place may make you think. *draws on his cigarette and looks around for girls he can slee-- DANCE -- with*
Kiku: *appears at Ludwig's side, ducking slightly out of view* Excuse me, Ludwig-san. May I please use your body to hide for a moment or two? *watches quietly as a frustrated brunette walks past, glancing this way and that*
Ludwig: *blinks, before moving over slightly, to hide Kiku just a bit more*
Gilbert: *looks over at the brunette, blowing out a stream of smoke* You lost, toots?
Brunette: I had me a sweet little Asian fella, y'know the kind? Ain't like the sleeks 'round here, that's for sure. *cocks her hip, swaying slightly as she eyes Gilbert up and down* You're not a patron in these parts, are you?
Gilbert: *smirks* Nein, Fräulein. *inhales and exhales another breath of smoke as he returns her obvious body scan* I´m German, and a lot bigger than your "little Asian fella" --*laughs at his attempt at her accent*-- if you know what I mean?
Ludwig: Oi. *puts his head in his hand*
Brunette: Oh? Well maybe ladies aren't always scramblin' for the biggest trunk on the elephant, 'if you know what I mean'? *bites ruby lips* However... *plucks Gilbert's cigarette from his lips, drawing in a stream, and exhaling on his jacket front* If you're lookin' for a party, you've hit up the right joint, darlin'. *grabs his tie, leading him towards the trumpets*
Kiku: *reppears at Ludwig's side, adjusting his tie* Your brother is very kind to lead her elsewhere.
Ludwig: *coughs into his hand* Ja, well ... that´s Gilbert. Always ... "helping" others. *goes silent as he watches his brother and the brunette in the crowd*
Kiku: *glances up at the towering German* Were you going to get a drink? I shall accompany you to the bar.
Ludwig: *gives his old friend a smile, before gesturing towards the other side of the room* After you.
Kiku: *bows his head slightly before making his way across the room*
Romano: *grabs his brother* F-Feliciano, help!
Feliciano: Huh? *turns from the girl he was dancing with and looks at Romano, lifting up his party mask* What is it, Romano?
Romano: She's trying to'a eat me, I swear it! Auck! *stumbles backwards as the blonde swings him around, twirling with him in-tune to the band*
Feliciano: *blinks* Ah, fratello, she´s just-a dancing with you!
Romano: *swallows hard as the music slows, the blonde's hips pressing against his own, her head resting on his shoulder*
Antonio: *looks over from the side of the dance floor where he was having a conversation* Hm? H-hey, Romano! Romano, it´s me! *waves*
Romano: *straightens like a board*
Curly Blonde: Hey, hon, you're as rigid as an ol' tree. You gotta loosen up a bit, ya know? *tickles the end of his nose with her pink-pearl lips*
Antonio: *frowns when Romano doesn´t acknowledge him, and tries to keep listening to the person who´s talking, his olive eyes travelling over every now and then*
Alfred: Hey, Zorro! Havin' fun? *kisses the purple gown girl's cheek before leaning against the wall, catching his breath* Sorry, no churros at this party, but there's plenty of wine!
Antonio: *gives a simple laugh, his friendly eyes closing, like they normally do when he smiles* I told you, Alfred, call me Antonio. Toni, at least. *opens his eyes again, tilting his head to the side* And the wine is wonderful, gracias.
Alfred: 'Course! Make sure you stick around for the after party, when the coats come off! *winks before spinning his partner around and attacking the floor again*
Antonio: Coats? *blinks*
Alfred: Oh ho ho, just you wait, Toni Romo! *disappears into the crowd, his head thrown back in jubilation*
Characters: Japan, S. Italy, America, England, N. Italy, Prussia, Germany, Spain
Rating: T +13
Summary: America invites the world to his big-band Mardi Gras swing party.
Warning: Mild suggestive material and drug use.
~*~
Kiku: I do not think these clothes flatter me, especially. *tugs his red tie a little to the right*
Romano: Well, if it means'a free wine tonight, I am game. *alligator skin shoes tap atop the cement as they near a warmly-lit building, muffled music blaring behind the windows*
*the golden doors suddenly swing open, the music blasting into the summer night air*
Alfred: Welcome, welcome! *sweeps an arm out invitingly, a golden wristwatch sparkling momentarily before it's covered again by his white coat sleeve* You're just in time for the next big dance number!
Arthur: *sipping a gin and tonic over by the refreshment table* Alfred, what exactly /is/ this little get-together of yours, all about?
Alfred: It's Mardi Gras, of course! *laughs, clapping Arthur on the back, causing him to choke on his sip of gin* Tonight's the big-band bang!
*horns blare from the brass section, drawing couples onto the floor to swing*
Arthur: *coughs slightly, as he chokes, before glaring at Alfred from the corner of his eye* Yes, well ... wait, did you say Mardi-Gras? *straightens slightly* Isn´t that the festival where the girls throw the beads, dressed ... well, inappropriately?
Alfred: Sure is! *winks and blows a kiss at a girl in a purple, sequined gown* But that's not 'til later! Right now's the classy party! *flashes a grin at Arthur* Better grab a dame before they're all on the floor!
Arthur: You´re joking, right?
Alfred: (already chasing after the girl) *waves back to Arthur* See ya on the floor!
Romano: (standing near the back, with Kiku) *looks around, his arms crossed* What exactly are we'a supposed to be doing?
Kiku: I believe the motive is to ask a young lady to dance to this rambunctious music.
Romano: Ha! Why would I want to -- *stops as a curly, blonde-haired girl slinks up to him*
Curly Blonde: Hey, sugar. Care to share a square? *purrs in his ear*
Romano: *turns the color of a tomato, but lets her lead him into the mass of bodies*
Feliciano: Ve, ve, Romano! *appears at his brother´s side, lifting a gold mask from his eyes, its plums vivid green and purple* Isn´t this party shizzy?
Romano: Y-Yeah, I suppose... *swallows as the blonde's nose bumps his, the trumpets warbling around them*
Gilbert: *arrives through the door, fixing the silver cufflinks to his pinstripe suit, a burning cigarette in his other hand*
Ludwig: *stops behind his brother* I thought Alfred said this was supposed to be a /classy/ party?
Gilbert: Eh? What are you talking about, West? *finishes with his cuff and throws his hand out* This IS classy!
Ludwig: Ja, but ... *looks around* Where is the cognac? And the cigar room?
Gilbert: *looks at his brother incredulously* Ludwig ... it isn´t the nineteen forties anymore, despite what the music in this place may make you think. *draws on his cigarette and looks around for girls he can slee-- DANCE -- with*
Kiku: *appears at Ludwig's side, ducking slightly out of view* Excuse me, Ludwig-san. May I please use your body to hide for a moment or two? *watches quietly as a frustrated brunette walks past, glancing this way and that*
Ludwig: *blinks, before moving over slightly, to hide Kiku just a bit more*
Gilbert: *looks over at the brunette, blowing out a stream of smoke* You lost, toots?
Brunette: I had me a sweet little Asian fella, y'know the kind? Ain't like the sleeks 'round here, that's for sure. *cocks her hip, swaying slightly as she eyes Gilbert up and down* You're not a patron in these parts, are you?
Gilbert: *smirks* Nein, Fräulein. *inhales and exhales another breath of smoke as he returns her obvious body scan* I´m German, and a lot bigger than your "little Asian fella" --*laughs at his attempt at her accent*-- if you know what I mean?
Ludwig: Oi. *puts his head in his hand*
Brunette: Oh? Well maybe ladies aren't always scramblin' for the biggest trunk on the elephant, 'if you know what I mean'? *bites ruby lips* However... *plucks Gilbert's cigarette from his lips, drawing in a stream, and exhaling on his jacket front* If you're lookin' for a party, you've hit up the right joint, darlin'. *grabs his tie, leading him towards the trumpets*
Kiku: *reppears at Ludwig's side, adjusting his tie* Your brother is very kind to lead her elsewhere.
Ludwig: *coughs into his hand* Ja, well ... that´s Gilbert. Always ... "helping" others. *goes silent as he watches his brother and the brunette in the crowd*
Kiku: *glances up at the towering German* Were you going to get a drink? I shall accompany you to the bar.
Ludwig: *gives his old friend a smile, before gesturing towards the other side of the room* After you.
Kiku: *bows his head slightly before making his way across the room*
Romano: *grabs his brother* F-Feliciano, help!
Feliciano: Huh? *turns from the girl he was dancing with and looks at Romano, lifting up his party mask* What is it, Romano?
Romano: She's trying to'a eat me, I swear it! Auck! *stumbles backwards as the blonde swings him around, twirling with him in-tune to the band*
Feliciano: *blinks* Ah, fratello, she´s just-a dancing with you!
Romano: *swallows hard as the music slows, the blonde's hips pressing against his own, her head resting on his shoulder*
Antonio: *looks over from the side of the dance floor where he was having a conversation* Hm? H-hey, Romano! Romano, it´s me! *waves*
Romano: *straightens like a board*
Curly Blonde: Hey, hon, you're as rigid as an ol' tree. You gotta loosen up a bit, ya know? *tickles the end of his nose with her pink-pearl lips*
Antonio: *frowns when Romano doesn´t acknowledge him, and tries to keep listening to the person who´s talking, his olive eyes travelling over every now and then*
Alfred: Hey, Zorro! Havin' fun? *kisses the purple gown girl's cheek before leaning against the wall, catching his breath* Sorry, no churros at this party, but there's plenty of wine!
Antonio: *gives a simple laugh, his friendly eyes closing, like they normally do when he smiles* I told you, Alfred, call me Antonio. Toni, at least. *opens his eyes again, tilting his head to the side* And the wine is wonderful, gracias.
Alfred: 'Course! Make sure you stick around for the after party, when the coats come off! *winks before spinning his partner around and attacking the floor again*
Antonio: Coats? *blinks*
Alfred: Oh ho ho, just you wait, Toni Romo! *disappears into the crowd, his head thrown back in jubilation*
{Arthur, Feliciano, Gilbert, Ludwig, Antonio played by albino_gil}
{Kiku, Romano, Alfred, Curly Blonde, Brunette played by Me}
{Kiku, Romano, Alfred, Curly Blonde, Brunette played by Me}