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Sep. 4th, 2010 12:11 am
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[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!

Date: 2010-09-04 04:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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?!

Date: 2010-09-04 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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?

Date: 2010-09-04 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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?!

Date: 2010-09-04 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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!

Date: 2010-09-04 05:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.

Date: 2010-09-04 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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?

Date: 2010-09-04 05:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.

Date: 2010-09-04 05:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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!

Date: 2010-09-04 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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?

Date: 2010-09-04 05:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.]

Date: 2010-09-04 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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]

Date: 2010-09-04 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.]

Date: 2010-09-04 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] muskatli.livejournal.com
[Don't ask about the pan, it's always there. She shoves him out of the way with a hrmph, before striking the doorknob down with the bulky part.

The frying pan handle snaps off.]


We're really trapped!

Date: 2010-09-04 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] armywithcountry.livejournal.com
[Stares at the frying pan.]

Where were you even keep-- [On second thought, he doesn't want to know.]

This doesn't make any sense. Why would they trap us in here? What the hell are we supposed to even be doing?

Date: 2010-09-04 05:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] muskatli.livejournal.com
Why does this stupid town do anything to begin with?

[The candles, fluffy pillows, bed curtains, and food almost look like something out of--]

...Ever gone on a date?

Date: 2010-09-04 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] armywithcountry.livejournal.com
Yeah, but sticking us in a hotel room? Kinda boring, isn't it?

[He glances around, confused.]

Ew, like the awesome me would ever be caught doing that sissy shit! Why?

[Still hasn't gotten it yet. He can be a bit thick sometimes, okay.]

Date: 2010-09-04 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] muskatli.livejournal.com
[hugs the remains of her trusty frying pan to her chest and sits heavily on the bed. It vibrates back.]

Why couldn't I have been trapped here with mister Austria?

Date: 2010-09-04 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] armywithcountry.livejournal.com
Ha, like that weakling could get out of here any faster than me!

[Sits on the bed, too.







Jumps off.]


Oh my god, this room is possessed!