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[balaton]

[The rich scent of roses was too overpowering for the entire thing to be a dream. Waking up with a full bouquet in your arms tended to drive that fact home. In fact, waking up with an armful of roses was not a bad start to the morning-- or evening, for that matter.

Except that it was hard to tell what time of the day it was, what's with the lack of natural light. Pricking your fingers and bare neck on the thorns took away from the pleasantness, as well.]

Owwwwwwww!

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[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

[Prussia had been quite happily asleep, but the cry of pain next to him makes him jerk awake, flailing a little before his hand automatically reaches for the hilt of his sword . . . and closes on empty air. The gun that is normally under his pillow is also missing, as is the one he usually keeps tucked away in his pocket, and that makes him snap up in bed.]

Where the fuck are my weapons? [He finally notices Hungary lying next to him, and his expression goes from indignant to absolutely appalled.] What are you wearing?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[In her long, long lifetime, Hungary had to withstand the inconvenience of wearing breastplates, warrior skirts, breeches, ballgowns, maid dresses, and sometimes even heels.

None of the above was as traumatizing as the new and entirely different experience of wearing fancy lingerie.]

W-W-W-W-What in hell are you looking at?!

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

[Prussia jerks his head away, flushing.]

I'm not looking at anything! There's nothing to look at in the first place!

[In his effort to keep Hungary out of his line of sight, he glances around the room, frowning.]

Where the fuck are we, anyway? And why am I in bed with you? Did you do this? [Slow, dawning horror.] Oh god, we're not married now, are we?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[The lavishly decorated room looked nothing like the one she shared with Hughes. Hungary scrunched up her nose at all the red, everywhere.]

You're acting like this is all my fault! How come you're the only one with proper clothes on anyway? And who'd marry you?!

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

[Prussia glances down at himself and makes a disgusted face when he realizes what he's wearing.]

Well, it's definitely not my fault - I wouldn't wear a sissy outfit like this! And everyone wants to marry the awesome me! Not that it matters, since marriage is for weaklings!

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

If you hate it so much, we could just switch. I'd rather wear pants than t-this.

You didn't even get me the right flowers.

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

Ew, no. You're not getting me to crossdress that easily.

[There's a pause before Prussia sighs and strips off his suit jacket, tossing it at Hungary. He's still not looking at her.]

Cover yourself up - nobody wants to see that shit. And I didn't get you any flowers. The hell is this place, anyway?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Maintaining the last semblance of dignity wins over being indebted to Prussia, and so she takes the jacket, grudgingly.]

It's a hotel.

[She nods at the silver cloche keeping their meal on the table in the corner while she fumbles her way into the jacket] I've only seen these at hotels.

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

The fuck are we doing in a hotel? This better not be one of the town's shitty tricks again.

[He makes a frustrated noise and gets off the bed, heading towards the door.]

Whatever, not like they can keep us here. I'm going to find out whoever's behind this and kick his ass!

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

I wonder if they did this to everyone else.

[She starts rifling through the drawers and closet for her regular clothes, or as close to regular Mayfield has given her before, before stopping in her track]

What if it's a trap?

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

[Prussia considers this for a split second, before shrugging it off.]

Hahahaha, like any trap could possibly stop me!

[And with that, he proceeds to try and kick down the door.

BOUNCES OFF LIKE A BOSS.]

. . . the fuck?

[He gets up off the floor and throws his shoulder at the door this time, with the same effect. Then punches it. Then slams his whole body into it. No, it hasn't occurred to him to try the doorknob yet.]

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Goes on talking over Prussia's efforts]

And why wouldn't it be? The setting is too nice, for one thing. There's food and it's not like they're torturing us in here. Last time, people had their limbs torn off. Maybe that's waiting for us here. Hey, are you even listening?

[...Gets out the frying pan]

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

All the more reason why we should be getting the fuck out, then! And you could try helping out instead of blabbering uselessly!

[He snarls, slamming his body into the door over and over again, with absolutely no success.]

Do I have to explain sex to you?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

If it were him here with me, I wouldn't have wanted to get out!

[Scoots away from the bed] It's not possessed! It's just made in America. I bet that sort of stuff is normal here.

PROBABLY he just doesn't think about these things okay

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

Ugh, trapped in a room with that sissy aristocrat? I'd rather die. No, wait, I'd rather kill him first.

. . . or maybe it's haunted and that's why we're stuck here. Shit, I knew I should have stayed Catholic! How the fuck did it go again - exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas . . . something something something get the fuck out ghost or I'll kick your ass!

Let's hope he doesn't find the vibrator

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Sits quietly on the floor in mild fascination. On the one hand, she has the perfect chance to break Prussia's brain. On the other hand, the idea is too mortifying.]




Ghosts scare you, huh?

oh god, he'd probably think it was some kind of weapon

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

Do not! I'm not scared of anything! It's just that witchcraft is totally cheating, and people who die should stay dead.

The possibilities scares me. Bzz bzz.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

If it's really witchcraft, then why are you trapped here with me and not some unholy monster?

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

What's the difference? And anyway, the bed is shaking and the door won't open - it's definitely witchcraft! Oh my god, I knew they'd try to possess my awesome body one day!

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

Did you just call me a monster?

[The only reason there isn't a frying pan flying towards him is because the rose bouquet is nearer and within reach]

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

[Splutters when the bouquet smacks him in the face.]

Dammit Hungary, what the hell was that for?! And it's not like you're doing much to prove me wrong!

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Frustration meter rising, so she reaches for a pillow to throw at him next]

Because you're so thick! This stupid town is mocking us, with the flowers and the stupid bed and the stupid food! It's expecting us to act like a couple!

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

A coup -- wha -- like an actual--








[. . . REDOUBLING HIS EFFORTS TO BREAK DOWN THE DOOR.]

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Deflates a bit a she listens to the rising volume of noises made by someone intent on crushing every bone of his body against the door.]

It's not like I'm going to bite you! Just because we're trapped here together doesn't mean I'm agreeing to anything of the sort.

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't stop charging at the door.]

It's Mayfield - the bastards probably won't let us go until we do what they want. [A horrible thought occurs to him.] Have you noticed there aren't any babies here? What if we're the ones who are supposed to --

[He can't even finish the sentence, making a disgusted sound and attempting to put his foot through the door.]