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 Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:24 pm
A-Tsai: Yeessss! FALL BEFORE ME!!!! <---the first time he has actually won a fight... does not realize he is sitting on top of Beowulf, and he's on the ground...and he's leaning over Beowulf, because if he sits up too straight, his curl will suffer. *blushes some more from the curl pulling, and is completely unaware*
Me:.... dangit, where's one of those fangirls with cameras when you need 'em? D:< THIS NEEDS TO BE RECORDED!
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:28 pm
Beowulf: -growls- there's no way you're dominating me! -flips over-
ah this is good, anyone want some popcorn?
Where's Nemuru?
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:32 pm
A-Tsai: *moves quickly before he's squashed under Denmark* Grrrrr *blush fades because Denmark is aparantly no longer grabbing onto his curl* *grabs onto ears again* WHO SAYS I CAN'T?!
Me: aaaaaaaand there's the temper that comes with the package of 'the will'. Oh and yes I'd love some popcorn, Rayna my dear *reaches over for some popcorn*. Also. YES WHERE IS NEMURU. We need an America and Norway witness 8D
Edit: I need to do something quick... A-Tsai~ good luck laying down on*cough* I mean riding a Denmark!
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:38 pm
Beowulf: Because I won't let you. -tugs hard on the curl again-
Ah fighting for dominance. Do you think Norway would be angry and Denmark?
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:43 pm
A-Tsai: *blushes even harder* Shss....shi...shi** that was one hard tug...*face grows very red, and shivers a bit* DANGIT! I'M NOT GONNA LOSE! *yanks REALLY hard on Denmark's ears*
Me: HAHAAH OF COURSE XDDDD his lover is wrestling around with another guy for dominance o 3o Ah wait... poor Spain XDDDD
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:44 pm
Blaire: :] Hello all....
Alice: Ara, ara~ What's happening on in here? -walks back into room with a long drag-
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:46 pm
Hi Blaire! Hi Alice! You're just getting to the good part. and I'm sure Beowulf will stop when he sees Johan.
Beowulf: ah! -growls- we've already established you liked it rough but your still below me!
oh Beowulf that doesn't sound right...
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:49 pm
Me: *nearly chokes on popcorn* indeed that DOES NOT SOUND RIGHT. Right now they're er... wrestling XD
A-Tsai: WHAT?!! BELOW YOU!? *crazily yanks on ears* GRRRRR, you make me mad, Beowulf! I'll make you submit no matter what!!! *yanks again*
Me: Oh my.. my face is heating up.. hope that's not another nosebleed coming up *grabs some tissues just in case*
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:49 pm
Blaire: :]
Alice: Oh! Good! Carry on then! ^^
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:55 pm
Beowulf: You think so? take a look at your position. -snarls-
Ah maybe I should have mentioned that Beowulf can become feral if someone plays with his ears. I think Sweden called if Beowulf's Fenrir side?
A-Tsai he does bite!!
!Warning!
Norse Mythology Lesson
Fenrir is a wolf that was bound my magical thread and on the day of doom he eats Odin the leader of the Norse gods.
So Fenrir the wolf and Beowulf...hmm
Fenrir the wolf, Beowulf
I think a slipt personality? xd
I kid!
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:58 pm
Alice: How nice~ Kukukukuku~
Blaire: :]
Alice: Ah, how does that saying go....? 'Rape is imminent', I believe? ^^
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:59 pm
A-Tsai: *twitches, but quickly recovers* *grabs Beowulf's ears, and using it as leverage, he tries to pull himself over Beowulf and onto his back*
Me: Ouch.. using ears as a leverage? Ouch and BACK?! *finally nosebleeds*
Oh my and history lesson... *tries stuffing tissue up her nose to stop the bleeding* so... oh I hear the name 'Fenrir' VERY frequently... I didn't know he ate the norse god though... *wipes some more blood away* I hear it especially in videogames. Also... oh my feral 8D don't tell me he's going to bite A-Tsai's lip- *nosebleeds even more*
Edit: *NOSEBLEEDS EVEN MORE* DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT, BLAIRE?! I HAVE NEVER... EVER... heard that saying before!!!!
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 9:01 pm
Beowulf: No you don't! -tugs hard on the curl again and doesn't relent before biting the others neck-
Nope his neck.
and it's not R--- unless you say surprise!
(I don't want to get in trouble for saying that word xd )
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 9:02 pm
AQUA. When you return, I've finished that one thing I've told you about. EXPECT CRAP. Sorry I'm late again, guys. <333
Some nice Cooking title here, US/UK, etc.
The sound of someone breaking down the entire kitchen downstairs brought a certain Briton up from his sleep, fiercely rubbing his head, thick brows furrowed. "America...!" Arthur barked, getting up from a... couch. He was sleeping in the entertainment room of Alfred's house.... Oh, right. He spent the night drinking again, and was narrowly saved from France's raping... maybe he shouldn't have barked... But was he planning to blow up the house? Seriously, that silly brat. "America...!" He repeated, charging down to the kitchen, and slipped his feet into some stray slippers. Mornings in America seemed cold sometimes... Was it even morning? Turning the corner to find the kitchen -Thank Christ- perfectly fine, except the fact that Alfred's fingers was coated in frosting... and he had a few drops on his face. No, he was keeping his clean thoughts to himself. The scent of powder mix and chocolate was also present... And if his old nose still served him well, it was dark chocolate.
"Iggy! Morning~!" The American winked, though the Briton was already at the cabinets rummaging around for some good tea. "Do you like my cake?" The Englishman didn't bother turning around, murmuring.
"Yeah, I can smell it, very nice, stupid bloke... You don't have Earl Gray?" When he turned around to inquire Alfred further, he was shocked. It was like Alfred had an inner Francis... the tower cake looked like something out of a catalog for wedding cakes, and well... it looked delicious. "You've gotten better." Alfred laughed, sensing Arthur's rising jealousy and attitude. It was probably because of the lack of tea...
"Heh heh. Thanks, I've been getting better... Say, you want some burgers? I'm starved..."
"Bollocks." The spiteful aura raised didn't leave.
-- One week later --
"Huh, what's so important that you need me right now...? I'm right upstairs..." Arthur picked up his cellphone, folding Alfred's clothes into his closet. "America, I'm already doing your f***ing laundry, you bloody t**t, what the hell do you want? ... Alright, alright. Lemme get some slippers, these floor panels are freezing!" looking for the closest pair he could find, he slipped into them and quickly ran downstairs, growling towards the kitchen. "What, you git, did you finally get some tea?" Finding himself pulled towards the oven, he felt the tall blond pull his arms around him, tying something. "Wh-What the hell are you...?"
"You're cooking today, since I picked you up from the bar five times this week already...! It's only fair you pay me!" Arthur peered at his waist, raising a brow when he noticed the apron said 'Kiss the Cook', finding it humorously idiotic.
"This is stupid..." He blushed, scowling.
"Not as stupid as your bunny slippers, Iggy." Alfred grinned, and let go, patting the shorter's head. "Make me some cupcakes, yeah? And don't burn 'em like your scones."
"U-Ungrateful brat..." He picked up an egg, and growled lowly.
-- An hour later --
"That was so slow...." Alfred whined, leaning back on his chair with his feet kicked up on the table. "And they smell burnt.... Didja burn 'em?" Arthur smacked him on the shoulder with a pan, causing him to wince.
"Where the hell did I go wrong in teaching you manners...?! And no, I didn't really burn them..." The American raised a brow, forwning at the cupcakes.
"You didn't decorate them. Where's the frosting....? I like them sweet and all!" This could have broken Arthur's heart, he tried so heard to not burn them, that.... that brat complains...
"Then decorate them yourself!" He crossed his arms, and felt something splat across his face. The Briton blinked. Once. Twice. "YOU. WANKER." His emerald eyes lowered into a glare, looking at Alfred with a sharp and sinister glance. He had thrown some frosting onto Arthur's face with a mischievous grin.
"Decorate 'em with me, Iggy. You're the guest, after all!" Taking some of the white frosting, Arthur hastily made letters across the cupcakes. [ GO - TO - HELL - UNGRATEFUL - BRAT ] it read. The moron only laughed, leaning over to lick some of the frosting from Arthur's face. "You're so funny...." The smile fell as soon as some of the frosting plastered itself onto Alfred's face.
"Karma's gonna be biting you in the a**, y' moron." The Briton smirked, only to widen his eyes as the American pounced him, pinning him onto the floor.
"I never got to kiss the cook, though."
[[ SORRY FOR EXPANDING THE PAGE, FOLKS. I JUST GOT BACK... AGAIN. ]]
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 9:04 pm
Nemuru! thank goodness you're here! Beowulf got out of hand because of some mead and A-Tsai touching his ears! -he touched A-tsai's curl-
I gave him mead because he missed Norge! -goes back to watching-
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