Posted: 15-06-2014 15:43
[ I'm so sorry I have to end plan #1 like this, I mean, if I didn't Hungary would have like, totally gave in ! And it wouldn't be "Poland's 1001 of getting Hungary" anymore. It'd be "Poland like, totally cool plan to get Hungary" ]
It was one of those kind of atmosphere. The atmosphere that even America and North Italy could read. Actually, it was so tensed someone could smell it. Hungary emerald eyes gazed threateningly into the crimson's red ones of Prussia, who were cloudy and dazed from alcohol. Indeed : the air was tensed... but only on Poland and Hungary's side.
A huge grin painted itself on the albino's lips as he threw himself forward, arms wide open, ready to tackle the female nation to take her to hunt with the awesomely awesome him. But Hungary dodged with feminine grace, that grace was something she was very proud of; it took her years to gain it, as she was such a tomboyish girl before. Before she even knew she was a girl, that is.
As she was twirling to go away, only the frying pan stayed into place, to welcome with a warm 'bong' the already pink face of the albino. His face would become red afterwards. It was a one-hit K.O., but the sound snapped the blonde French out of his thoughts. "Ah ! Prusse !"
He rushed to him, silently cursing the power of a frying pan - maybe was he drunk, but at least, his sense of survival didn't leave him, unlike Prussia.
Seeing he wouldn't attack them, Hungary 'humpf'ed in approval, before turning around - her dress fluttering around her legs - and grinning at Poland, making a 'V'-sign with her hand. "How about we go back to my place, or yours ?" She said, patting her blonde friend on the shoulder, pointing the carriage with the pan.
It was one of those kind of atmosphere. The atmosphere that even America and North Italy could read. Actually, it was so tensed someone could smell it. Hungary emerald eyes gazed threateningly into the crimson's red ones of Prussia, who were cloudy and dazed from alcohol. Indeed : the air was tensed... but only on Poland and Hungary's side.
A huge grin painted itself on the albino's lips as he threw himself forward, arms wide open, ready to tackle the female nation to take her to hunt with the awesomely awesome him. But Hungary dodged with feminine grace, that grace was something she was very proud of; it took her years to gain it, as she was such a tomboyish girl before. Before she even knew she was a girl, that is.
As she was twirling to go away, only the frying pan stayed into place, to welcome with a warm 'bong' the already pink face of the albino. His face would become red afterwards. It was a one-hit K.O., but the sound snapped the blonde French out of his thoughts. "Ah ! Prusse !"
He rushed to him, silently cursing the power of a frying pan - maybe was he drunk, but at least, his sense of survival didn't leave him, unlike Prussia.
Seeing he wouldn't attack them, Hungary 'humpf'ed in approval, before turning around - her dress fluttering around her legs - and grinning at Poland, making a 'V'-sign with her hand. "How about we go back to my place, or yours ?" She said, patting her blonde friend on the shoulder, pointing the carriage with the pan.