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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!
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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Date: 2010-09-04 04:18 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:36 am (UTC)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?!
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:43 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:46 am (UTC)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?!
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:54 am (UTC)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!
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:03 am (UTC)You didn't even get me the right flowers.
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:10 am (UTC)[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?
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:17 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:23 am (UTC)[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!
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:27 am (UTC)[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?
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:32 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:36 am (UTC)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]
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:43 am (UTC)[He snarls, slamming his body into the door over and over again, with absolutely no success.]
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:49 am (UTC)The frying pan handle snaps off.]
We're really trapped!
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:54 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:58 am (UTC)[The candles, fluffy pillows, bed curtains, and food almost look like something out of--]
...Ever gone on a date?
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Date: 2010-09-04 06:05 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2010-09-04 06:15 am (UTC)Why couldn't I have been trapped here with mister Austria?
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Date: 2010-09-04 06:20 am (UTC)[Sits on the bed, too.
Jumps off.]
Oh my god, this room is possessed!
Do I have to explain sex to you?
Date: 2010-09-04 06:31 am (UTC)[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
Date: 2010-09-04 06:39 am (UTC). . . 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
Date: 2010-09-04 06:42 am (UTC)Ghosts scare you, huh?
oh god, he'd probably think it was some kind of weapon
Date: 2010-09-04 06:48 am (UTC)The possibilities scares me. Bzz bzz.
Date: 2010-09-04 06:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-04 06:53 am (UTC)