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More round robin fun! ;p
Jan. 5th, 2013 01:22 amMy friend Jen is hosting a Hetalia Round robin... http://cheshirejin.livejournal.com/68117.html?view=370965#t370965
This builds on what lynne_monstr wrote, which is awesome: http://lynne-monstr.livejournal.com/15536.html
Sweden followed Finland into PetSmart, Hana-Tomago held tightly in his arms. Finland apparently had heard Germany took his dogs there to get groomed and he loved the place. Finland was of the opinion that if Germany was recommending a place to take one’s dog, it had to be good, hence the fact that they were now in PetSmart, instead of visiting the IKEA next door, like Sweden wanted.
After dropping Hana-Tomago off at the groomers, the pair decided to have a look around massive pet store. As they rounded the corner where the dog supplies were, they spotted, France, Spain, and Prussia at the other end of the aisle, playing with the dog collars and leashes.
“That reminds me, Sve, I want to get Hana-Tomago a new collar,” Finland said as the trio took off with Prussia wearing a collar and leash.
Sweden nodded. All he heard was, “Sve, I want a dog collar,” as visions of a naked Finland, wearing nothing but said collar, danced in his head.
“Sve, do you think she’d look cute in this one?”
“Sve, do you think I’d look good in this one?” Sweden mentally shook his head. He had the feeling if he did not focus on what his beloved little wife was really saying, he was going to drag him over to the dog beds and do something that would get them thrown out of there, or worse. “Yeah…” he said, and taking Finland by the arm, he led him over to where Germany and Italy were playing with some puppies, while Romano tried to keep from dying of boredom.
That turned out to be an even bigger disaster than Sweden had anticipated, when Italy decided to tell them all about Prussia’s horse dildo, after Finland mentioned he was playing with the dog collars. Poor Romano looked like he wanted to explode, while Germany looked like he was ready to kill something, before gently explaining to Italy that some things are better kept private. Sweden, however, could not help the tiny ghost of a smile that tugged his lips briefly upwards. He understood enough German to know that Germany was muttering something about “killing his stupid brother for showing that damned thing to Italy.”
“Sve?” Finland said softly.
“I’ll tell you later,” Sweden replied.
“Okay…”
It was not okay with Romano, who took off in the direction the two Nordics had seen Spain wander off in with France and Prussia. Muttering curses under his breath, he did not care if Prussia kicked his arse; he was going to kill him and the others for showing his innocent little brother such filth. As he rounded the corner by the fish tanks, he ran headlong into Hungary who stood there, admiring the fish in the various tanks…
This builds on what lynne_monstr wrote, which is awesome: http://lynne-monstr.livejournal.com/15536.html
Sweden followed Finland into PetSmart, Hana-Tomago held tightly in his arms. Finland apparently had heard Germany took his dogs there to get groomed and he loved the place. Finland was of the opinion that if Germany was recommending a place to take one’s dog, it had to be good, hence the fact that they were now in PetSmart, instead of visiting the IKEA next door, like Sweden wanted.
After dropping Hana-Tomago off at the groomers, the pair decided to have a look around massive pet store. As they rounded the corner where the dog supplies were, they spotted, France, Spain, and Prussia at the other end of the aisle, playing with the dog collars and leashes.
“That reminds me, Sve, I want to get Hana-Tomago a new collar,” Finland said as the trio took off with Prussia wearing a collar and leash.
Sweden nodded. All he heard was, “Sve, I want a dog collar,” as visions of a naked Finland, wearing nothing but said collar, danced in his head.
“Sve, do you think she’d look cute in this one?”
“Sve, do you think I’d look good in this one?” Sweden mentally shook his head. He had the feeling if he did not focus on what his beloved little wife was really saying, he was going to drag him over to the dog beds and do something that would get them thrown out of there, or worse. “Yeah…” he said, and taking Finland by the arm, he led him over to where Germany and Italy were playing with some puppies, while Romano tried to keep from dying of boredom.
That turned out to be an even bigger disaster than Sweden had anticipated, when Italy decided to tell them all about Prussia’s horse dildo, after Finland mentioned he was playing with the dog collars. Poor Romano looked like he wanted to explode, while Germany looked like he was ready to kill something, before gently explaining to Italy that some things are better kept private. Sweden, however, could not help the tiny ghost of a smile that tugged his lips briefly upwards. He understood enough German to know that Germany was muttering something about “killing his stupid brother for showing that damned thing to Italy.”
“Sve?” Finland said softly.
“I’ll tell you later,” Sweden replied.
“Okay…”
It was not okay with Romano, who took off in the direction the two Nordics had seen Spain wander off in with France and Prussia. Muttering curses under his breath, he did not care if Prussia kicked his arse; he was going to kill him and the others for showing his innocent little brother such filth. As he rounded the corner by the fish tanks, he ran headlong into Hungary who stood there, admiring the fish in the various tanks…
