Eva
is
actually calling www.plurk.com/preussenli... for some silly reason.
has to dive over her bed to get the phone. She was busy being naked on the other side of the room. In front of the mirror. "Ja?"
would hit her head against the wall, if only she knew. How silly. "Common decency. I already had your number, you know?"
rolls onto her back, since flattening those chestbags on the mattress feels funny. She has no idea who she's talking to, but it sounds-
like a chick, so she'll go with it. "Oh yeah? So uh...what are you wearing?"
snorts, hugging one of the pillows on her couch. "Who, me? Nothing." Lies, but she'll humour hi- her. "D'you even know who this is?"
looks up at the mirror above her bed and smirks, pleased to see that she's been blessed with such fantastic tits that they still look nice-
laying like this, instead of like they're trying to slide sideways off her body. "Oh yeah? Well that makes two of us." Not a lie. "Nope."
wouldn't know; but she'd probably be amused by her excitement. "Figured as much." Seriously. "Eva. You know. The one with the beer."
Gilbert
is
quiet for a long moment. A *very* long moment. Then: "So you're really naked?"
wonders if her brain broke on the other side of the line or something. Hopefully not. Apparently not. "Do you want me to be?"
doesn't even pause to consider that. She *is* still Prussia, you know. "Of course!"
figured as much; good to know you're not getting all girly and weird. "Well then, sure. I'm really naked." She's fun to humour, at least.
has absolutely no problem imagining this. She'd probably still be a filthy pervert even if she got all girly anyway. Y'know, slumber-
parties and bukkake fests. "Hot. Are you walkin' around your house naked?"
(...i apologize for him/her. :| )
{ ..lmao don't -ω-b }
would honestly not expect any less from her. Him. Her. You know. Hah; she's got a lovely imagination, doesn't she. A snort. "'Course I am."
stretches, phone held between her ear and shoulder, and groans a bit when her back pops. "Really hot. With open curtains and all?"
arches an eyebrow on the other end of the line, munching on a piece of chocolate. "Nn, no. I forget those details."
rolls her eyes. "Fuck's sake, you're supposed to say *'oh yeah, of course'* in a real sexy voice. You suck at phone sex."
snorts. "Hah, sorry. Guess I'm better bent over the table then on the phone." If only she was kidding, right. "Is that all you think about?"
only heard 'bent over the table'. Her brain shut off after that. "I fuckin' bet you are-...is what all what?"
must resist the urge to laugh. "Never mind, you proved my point. Don't start beating off this soon, darling."
frowns, lips pursing. Yeah, that looks pretty hot in that mirror too. "Girls don't beat off. You people got nothin' to beat. You keep-
on callin' me darling though and I'll figure out a way. You got a mirror over your bed? You need one. I got one. 's'hot."
rolls her eyes and lies back down. "I *know*. I tend to forget you're one of us now. What's wrong with darling, *darling*?" She snorts. "I_
have one in my shower. 'S good enough for me."
snorts. "Not for long. I'll my dick back some time. Keep sayin' it, really. I like it." Wait, a shower mirror? "...ho'shit, that's-
a fuckin' awesome idea."
shrugs, not that he can see it. "Huh. You'd do well as a chick." She laughs. "Well, darling, Francis set it up for me. It's great."
knows this, among lots of other things she's awesome at. "Oh yeah? Not surprised. Dirty bastard. You better make sure he didn't put a-
camera behind it."
laughs, stretching her arm enough to pick another piece of chocolate. "Mm, I'm not particularly worried about that. He's kind of like family
and all." That makes perfect sense. Totally.
sits up to dig around for a shirt. It's sort of cold down there. "What kinda family? Family family or family you fuck family?" Not uh..-
..n-not like it matters.
actually stops to think about that for a moment. "What's the difference?" She pauses. "Not counting Luxembourg; I just want to punch 'm."
...isn't sure if there *is* one, now that she thinks about it. "Fuck if I know. Nevermind. You ever had flavored bodypaint?"
snorts. "You wanna be part of the family?" She pauses. "Fuck, no. I want to try that."
sits up on the bed and hugs her knees to her chest, pulling the oversized shirt down over her legs. "*Yeah*, I wanna be part of that.-
It's good. I had uh...I dunno what I had, I got real drunk after and forgot. But it tasted alright."
looks around the room, decidedly hoarding the chocolate. Hah. Take that Nederland. "Huh, see. All you had to do was ask. And pfft. Sounds_
like a party to me. Gotta try that some time."
snickers. "Does that apply to other stuff too? If it does, you can *so* try that with me."
snorts. "Mm, I dunno. Depends, I guess; can you keep a secret?"
catches herself examining her fingernails and pretends it's because she was just about to bite them. "Usually."
would find that oddly adorable. In a way. As it is, she's just looking at the ceiling. "Hm. Better than nothing, coming from you."
tucks her hair back behind her ear and laughs. Shit. She sounds completely like a girl. She wasn't kidding though. "I don't talk-
about other people's shit."
decidedly finds that adorable; if she didn't know who was on the other end of the line, she would say so, too. "Good to know." _
pauses. "Remind me again why you shoved your phone number down my shirt?"
can't remember why, besides attempting to flirt with her as usual. "So you'd have it whenever you got around to wanting to call me."
does not mind this explanation at all, you know. "Uh huh." She laughs. "I already had your number though. Maybe you wanted me to call?"
...didn't realize that. Or maybe she forgot it. Fuck. "Yeah? Well maybe I just wanted to put my hand down your shirt."
covers her eyes, laughing. "You have tits now. Why'd you need to have your hand down my shirt too?"
grins. "Yours are different. Sexier than feelin' my own."
rolls around a bit, not sure if she should laugh again. "Pfft. You should have just asked, you know."
makes a noise somewhere between disbelief and a laugh. "*Asked*? Yeah, that would'a worked out great. 'Hey Eva, I'm a chick now, so lemme-
feel your tits!' Uh huh, I see it happenin'."
definitely laughs. Witty, Prussia; very witty. "So instead you shove a note down my shirt and expect me to have phone sex? Ingenious." _
pauses. "I'd let you touch mine, if you let me touch yours. Gotta compare, you know."
likes this girl thing even more now. She isn't even weirded out being on the phone this long. "I like phone sex. You should try it some-
time. Next time you call me even." See? She's still full of charm. "I flashed you, woman. You can touch 'em all you want."
isn't ever weirded out by being on the phone for too long; it kills the boredom, y'know? Kind of like his videogames, maybe. "Or you can_
call me instead, silly." Yeah, smooth, smooth Prussia. She's swooning already. "Hm, make sure to pay a visit before you switch back, then."
...completely forgot about her games. *OH GOTT*. "Naw. I play hard to get. Why don't you just come up here instead?"
would pat her shoulder if she was here; poor thing. "Because I have chocolade. And beer. And I'm a lazy bum?"
hates herself a little for making such an excited noise. "You have chocolate *and* beer?"
will hold that against her forever, just so you know. "*Yes*. Didn't you know?"
waves a hand for whatever stupid reason. "No no no, I mean *always*. You always have that stuff?"
snorts. "*Of course*. Can't live without my chocolate and beer, darling."
's toes curl into the hem of the shirt. She pulls her arms inside it as well to get a little warmer. "Then shit yeah, I'll come up there."
just rolls around some more, almost effectively rolling off the sofa in the process. "Mm, ja? I'll be waiting."
...hangs up abruptly and goes to get dressed. Hey, she doesn't want to keep the lady waiting.
stares at the phone for a while there before laughing. Loudly. Haah, she'll just wait to see how long it takes her to get there.
Gilbert
is
going to take awhile. Not counting the amount of time the train ride takes, she drags ass trying to figure out how certain clothes are-
supposed to be worn and what snaps go where on that fucking bra. But hey, after all that, she'll be right up there to raid whatever else-
Eva has. And apparently grope her boobs.
can take a nap or three in the meantime. She'll laugh her ass off if Maria shows up in some ridiculous outfit. Then she will probably give
her some of that Jupiler that's waiting in the fridge as a peace offering. And if she doesn't show up, she'll just uh... Punch her later. Or
something.
Gilbert
is
definitely showing up, don't worry about that. Once she figures out how the fuck to get to Eva's in the first place. And then she'll beat-
out some ridiculous pattern on the door until Eva comes to answer it. And no, that isn't a ridiculous outfit. It's some black low-cut top-
and tight jeans, that's all. Pretty simple, but she had a hell of a time figuring out what side that low cut part was even supposed to-
be on.
thinks she should have drawn a map and texted it to her. Her house sort of blends in though, and she's not sure Maria can even read a map so
, you know. But she will be quick to wake up from her billionth nap and open the door-- oh hi, looking good, ma'am. Eva just sticks to her
cute dresses and all. Usually. Y'know. "Lovely. Do I dare ask where you got those?" Make yourself at home, man.
likes that dress on her! ...shit, wait, hold on. Yeah, she'd like it off her too, wrinkled up on her bedroom floor. Yeeeah, there we go,-
what better way to greet someone and thank them for welcoming her into their home. "I know how to shop. *Duh*. Learned it from Francis."
sometimes kind of has to stop and wonder how the fuck she gets into this stuff. Then she remembers who her family is. Huh; riight. "Uh huh._
Well, guess he taught you well." That's a nice outfit. It would be a shameto see it all crumpled on the other side of the room. Oh wait, -
's not like she cares.
sets her hands on her hips and bounces on her toes, watching her chest jiggle down the front of that shirt. "Oh yeah. He taught me really-
really well." Okay, so it's more like she learned by the few times Francis talked her into going to a mall. She had no choice.
sort of sighs and rubs her eyes. "Uh huh. I'm betting he taught you a whole lot. C'mon, I'll get you a beer or something."
Gilbert
is
having way too much fun harassing people with this body. Can you tell? But yeah, for beer she'll shut up and follow.
thinks they could be best friends. Well, not really but she doesn't feel like punching her yet, so that's a plus. She heads back to the _
kitchen, to the refrigerator and hands her a beer. Hey look, she was nice enough to go get them from the basement and everything.
takes the beer and even thanks her for it before getting it open for a drink. Look! Fucking *polite*.
's world is turning upside-down, man. "Have you been reading manners for dummies? I'm impressed." Next step, get her to eat vegetables.
spills beer down her front. "Fucking cunt motherfuck...what? No. I've been readin' Deerhunter." ...she'll bite your fingers if you try it.
snorts. She'd rather keep her hands; she kind of likes knitting, you know. "I'd say I'm surprised you can read, but that would be nasty."
would be creeped out by the motherly resemblance if she knew Eva liked to knit. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the beer, now where's the-
chocolate?"
Eva
is
an unusual ladynation. Well not really, but, you know. "Kitchen, living room..." Shruug. There's a box or two almost all over the place.
brings the bottle down from her most recent sip and quirks a brow at her. "...you keep it in every room, don't you? Gott, how do you-
not have a huge ass?"
snorts and covers her mouth to hide a silly grin. "Some of us actually *exercise* you know?"
rolls her eyes. "Yeah, no shit. That thing I live with gets up at five every morning to do that. *Five*. No fucking sense in that."
almost laughs. "You should follow his example, y'know? Your little brother's a gentleman." She lives with a moody dutchman; biased, much.
makes a face that has nothing to do with the beer. "Gott, climb on his dick why don't ya. He doesn't know how to have fun."
snorts again. "He might be mortified if I did that. Still; sounds like my lovely siblings. Mood killers, all of them."
finishes the bottle off and shrugs. "Probably. He doesn't like bitches. Figure'a speech anyway. Who all's that?"
just rolls her eyes. No comments on that one. "Nederland and Luxembourg. They count for a whole army for all I'm concerned."
...sort of feels bad for her now. *Sort of*. "...no wonder you keep a lot of beer around."
doesn't actually hate them, but, you know. Even so. A shrug. "Guess so. But eh; some win, some lose. Can't throw a bitchfit over that."
starts wandering off through her house to find wherever those boxes are. "Could be worse. You could have Sealand for a brother."
shakes her head and starts following her around. "I'm going to agree with you. Though at least he wouldn't get high all the time."
frowns over her shoulder. "And what the hell's wrong with that?"
rolls her eyes. "Disregard that." Here, have a box of chocolate shoved in your face.
will gladly take that! But only eat one piece out of it. She's not a pig.
says she can keep the box. Which is awfully nice of her, all things considered. See, being a girl has plenty of upsides.
Gilbert
is
pretty surprised but thanks her after a moment. It's really awesome chocolate.
might or might not have made it herself. But she's going to lounge on the sofa. "It's like a scavenger hunt. Have fun finding the choco."
looks down at the box in her hands. There's a lot there. Plenty for her, since she doesn't like a ton of sweet things all at once. She'll
just carry that with her to sit down instead. "Maybe later."
shrugs and looks over at her. "Mm'kay." She pauses. "So. You want something?"
Gilbert
is
busy taking all of the pieces out of the little paper things they sit in then putting them back in the box. "Nope. Er wait. Did I?"
arches an eyebrow. That is a sort of amusing sight. "Don't ask me, dear. You're the visitor."
pops one of the chocolates in her mouth and chews, thinking. The mauled candy probably looks gross when she remembers and speaks up. "OH-
YEAH!" Hold on, gotta swallow. "Your boobs."
sort of grimaces; oh come on, manners, manners! "Well I meant coffee or a salad," Yes, yes. Vegetables. "Or a bra." She snorts. "But sure."
squints at her over the salad part. Better not try anything sneaky, lady. "But I'm wearing a bra."
won't try anything, seriously; she's not about to start a catfight over that. Ahem. "You might not be in the next hour or so.
"*
has met maybe two or three other nations as forward as her. Eva apparently makes number four, and so surprisingly that she's left-
without a response momentarily. Hold on, give her brain a moment to catch back up to speed. "An hour? It's really gonna take that long for
you to man up?"
can be surprising sometimes. Which was apparently a good thing since it took Maria by surprise or something. But in the end she just sort of
shrugs and rolls her eyes. "Oh, you know me. So young, so innocent. Y'know." Riight.
can't respond this time because she's too busy snickering.
's mission was accomplished, then? She is not all too surprised, but can't help smiling a bit. "How 'bout half an hour?"
sighs dramatically. "*Fine*. How 'bout another beer then?"
should hit her over the head for that, you know. "Sure thing. You know where it is, yeah? Go get it." She's lazy sometimes, you know.
isn't lazy when it comes to beer. She passes the box off on her way to the kitchen though. "Here, you eat some. I like girls with a-
little junk in the trunk." ...you see what happens when he watches American television?
would throw the box at her if the chocolate wasn't so damn precious; no seriously, she'll flip a table for it. "Oi, you shut up." Which _
does not negate the fact that she's taking the chance to eat the chocolate anyway.
also knows several American rap songs from days gone by. The one she's singing at the top of her lungs from the kitchen happens to be one-
about some...baby got back thing. She doesn't get half the words, but it's entertaining to sing on the way back too, with a beer for Eva-
as well.
would rather not have gotten to know this - but she doesn't actually bring herself to cover her eyes or something. It's kind of amusing, in_
a way. If only because she's a girl right now. Something. Whatever. But hey she'll even set down the box, sit up and thank her for the beer.
twists the cap off her beer and drops back into her seat, practically sprawling like a *man* again. "You can thank me later."
sets the beer down long enough to slap her own forehead. "Right. *Manners*, Pruisen. You could act a bit more like a woman." Says the one-
hogging the couch like it's no one's business.
Gilbert
is
only half listening - she's trying to fit the beer between her breasts. And it *works*! "Beerholder! ...*why*? I'm not gonna get stuck-
like this!"
almost wants to smack her; *almost*. She's not that desperate yet. "Beerho-- What? No, never mind. You'd look *better*, trust me."
Gilbert
is
surprised there isn't some kind of *pop* noise when she pulls the beer out of her cleavage. "Better? You mean better as a chick? Fuck no.-
I mean I know I look great no matter what, but I like my dick, lady."
rolls her eyes. "Ja, I'm sure a lot of people do." She sits up, finally twisting the cap off her own beer to take a sip. "I just mean.. I _
dunno. Humour me for a minute or two."
nods, glad she sees his point. But fine, she'll at least straighten up in the chair too. "Gott, okay, whatever."
still likes him better as a guy, you know. She just feels the need to punch him more often; you know, display of affection for the immature_
idiot and all. "Hm, thank you darling. See, if I didn't know you I'd say you were a real lady." Hey now she's just being mean. :I
sits very still for as long as she can, staring. Yeah, maybe with her mouth shut she could pass for a real classy bitch. But that makes-
her uncomfortable pretty fast. Shifty, even. Gotta ruin it. Just *gotta*. "Yeah? Well. You...you got a *purdy mouth*. If I had a dick,
I'd wanna stick it in there." Aaand grin.
sorts of thinks she could; but she'd have to work on actually staying that way and, you know, not say something stupid. And she's staring_
right back at her. Then she nearly spills her beer with that comment. Give her a minute or so. "Huh, yeah well." Cough. "Tough luck, ma'am."
sags in her chair. Crush her dreams, why don't ya. "Verdammt. Cold, lady. That's *cold*." Yeah, she only half means most of this shit-
anyway. It's just a way to tease her. Mostly.
leans back, playing with the beer; hey, crushing dreams is one of her dream jobs. Well, no. But this is fun. "Eh warm me up, why don't you."
has very selective hearing sometimes. Occasionally she takes things seriously that ought not to be taken seriously. Like that invitation.-
She thinks on it, nods and sets her beer down, and practically drapes herself across the couch and Eva. "There. Warm up."
should have been aware of this; then again, she should know some things are not to be said around her, since she won't grow a common sense_
out of thin air. But in the end it's not like she's being crushed or anything, so maybe it's not all that bad? After she's gotten over the_
whole what-the-hell-are-you-doing thing. "I didn't actually mean that, you kn- You know what. Never mind."
Gilbert
is
totally comfortable now. Too damn bad, woman. You'll have to push her off. "Yeah, you did. Deep down inside."
w-won't do that. Not yet anyway; just don't push it. "Deep down inside, I might or might not feel the need to smack you right now, miss."
's smirk just groooows. "Better smack me real hard then. Make it count."
bites her lip in an attempt to not laugh. "Kinky. Should I tie you up and make you beg, too?"
folds her hands together and stretches her arms above her head. "Oh, definitely. The whole experience."
takes the chance to poke her side gently, just because. Looking good, miss. "Mm, I'll think about it."
tries to look uncomfortable when that makes her squirm. Can't let on that she's way sensitive right there. "You do that. I kow you need-
extra brainpower sometimes."
will just poke her again, you know. Eva's got to pretend she's not at a disadvantage here. "Huh? What do you mean extra brainpower?"
Eva
is
confused. Good job.
swats at her. "I mean you gotta think about shit longer than most people." ( yet another post i made while i was mostly asleep. )
's just going to slip an arm around her mid back, just, you know, to be annoying. A huff. "Nee 'm not stupid, missie." (/patpat 's ok c: )
Gilbert
is
sort of annoyed by that, woman. *Sort of*. You're trying to mess with a pro here. "If you say so, Albert E."
.. is a cuddlemonster and she won't pass out on a chance to annoy you, ma'am. Just so you know. "So are you just gonna pick on me, now?"
puts on such a stern, serious face that her tongue pokes out the side of her mouth some. The expression breaks into a grin after a second. "
You bet."
needs a moment, she's too busy trying not to laugh. She'll eventually reach up to pinch Maria's cheek. "I might have to really smack you."
isn't really serious about that. Not entirely, anyway.
makes a noise somewhere between a yelp and a squeak and hides her face wherever's available. Like on her! "Quit! You're not supposed to hit
women, lady. Gott. Don't you hve any class?"
wouldn't have minded that half as much if she was expecting it. She props herself up on her elbows, giving her a disbelieving look. "Hey, _
get off--" She huffs. "I'm a lady too y'know. The rule won't apply."
isn't budging. "You keep your pincers away from my cheeks, woman. ...psht. You probably hit like a girl anyway."
"Oi." She frowns. "Girls can hit pretty hard, y'know? Goddamn, will you get off me? I'm not a damn pillow, missie."
sits up and huffs. "*God*, do you have to be such a bitch. Don't you have more chocolate laying around? Eat it. I like you better with-
something in your mouth."
rolls her eyes. "Yeah, like your dick if you had one, yeah?" Thank you, now she can sit up properly. "Don't feel like eating chocolate now."
flips her hair and frowns *very seriously*. "Do you have to be so perverted all the time? *Gosh*." ...nevermind. Can't keep a straight-
face through that one.
snorts and reaches over to flick her nose. Good one. "Yes, yes I have to. 'S what I get for hanging around you and France, honey."
sticks her tongue out, attempting to lick her hand. "Great to know you've actually *learned* something then!"
quickly draws her hand back, laughing. "Surprising, innit? Look at me, feeling so proud of myself already."
picks up her neglected beer to love and fondle instead. "Yeah, look at ya! Want me to knock ya down a peg?"
rolls her eyes, resisting the urge to steal some of that chocolate on the coffee table there."Now why would you do that, hm?"
gets a nice, long pull off her beer then shrugs. "Can't have you getting cocky. You might accidentally grow one."
almost, almost laughs. Her face might be a little red now. "Hey miss, you're not the only one who's woken up the opposite gender, y'know."
slowly sets the bottle down. "You had a dick before?!" Mental image...too awkwardly hot to comprehend.
covers her eyes with one hand. "Yes. Yes, I did. *Twice*." She is not proud of admitting that to you, of all people.
Gilbert
is
thrilled with this news. This is actually *funny*. "Did you do awesome manly shit? Did you grow a beard? Jerk off? Measure your own-
dick?"
chokes on her own words, trying to come up with a reasonable response to that. "I didn't to any of that, idiot!" Ok so lies, she sure as _
hell had fun with a male body. But, you know. Now she's slightly embarrassed. "Sh-shut it, lady."
wishes she had something to record this moment with. Her reactions are priceless. "Bet you did. Probably still can't hold your own drinkin'
no matter what ya got going on downstairs anyway."
can only stare at her, all wide-eyed and embarrassed. "Wh-what!?" She crosses her arms. "That's not true-- J-just shut it, will ya..."
practically giggles, looking entirely the part of a child who's caught a parent in the wrong. "Is too. I can tell just by lookin' at ya."
sort of hates that look, just so you know; it's not helping with the fact that her face is all red. "Hmph, shut up. I'd like you better _
with your mouth full of chocolade again."
will make it more often then! "Tch', I'm trying to watch my *figure*. You tryin' to sabatoge me?"
will hate her forever, yep yep. "Oi, you're the one who asked if I had beer *and* chocolate. Figured you'd want to stuff your face with it."
does not look impressed. "Boo, you whore."
just snorts. "And yet you love me." Hello, ego; you exist.
mutters something about not being French enough. Hello, beer. Best friend!
didn't quite catch that. "What about the French?" She knows a Frenchman; they just so happen to be related, you know. Sort of.
swallows that mouthful of beer first. "I said I'm fuckin' hungry and you should make me some damn food."
just sort of stares at her for a second there. "Huh, right. There's leftovers in the fridge if you want to raid it. 'M not cooking for you."
shrugs. Even if she was hungry, she's way too lazy to go get it herself. "Why? You're a woman."
Eva
is
still kind of upset about that one incident with the vegetables though, you know. "What does that have to do with anything? I'm not a maid."
isn't going to argue this much. She was just covering for saying something stupid anyway. "Well...that falls into the job description too-
doesn't it? Womanly things."
wouldn't know this; she would tease her forever about it though. Maybe. Possibly. She just lies back down on the couch, sighing. "Well, be a
woman then."
blinks. "What?"
shrugs. "Be a woman. Make your own food. Why are we even talking about this, again?"
somehow manages to take offense to that. Don't question her logic. "Hey! I ain't a woman! ...I forget."
won't question it, no; she knows better than that. She pokes her side again. "Figured as much. And oi, you are right now, ma'am."
elbows her. "Doesn't mean I gotta take on womanly duties."
reaches up to try and grab her arm. "Ow-- Well, that's no excuse to push me around."
pokes her tongue out at her. "I'm not pushing. I'm givin' ya suggestions!"
mimics her actions. "Yeah well, give me better suggestions. I don't like that one."
makes a 'thpttt' noise at her. "Don't be a bitch, for starters!"
flicks her nose in response. "Right back at you, dear." She rolls her eyes. "Anything else?"
could totally take that in a direction typical for her. But since Eva's close enough to punch her... Aw, fuck it. "Boobs!"
Eva
is
in a bit of a disadvantage, all things considered. And honestly, she shouldn't be so surprised, given it's *Prussia*. "Wh-what?!"
's typical smirk returns almost immediately. "Boobs, woman." To illustrate her point, she pokes one of Eva's.
furrows her brows, sitting up. No, that is not her face turning red. "You're that determined to see them?"
's lower lip might just jut out a little bit. "You said I could."
can't resist cute, sad faces. You should know this. "... Well, can't argue with that."
continues making that face, since she hasn't seen anything yet. "Nope."
... that's a low blow, man. Low blow. "... Ugh, *fine*. Stop giving me that look."
continues.
wonders if pulling down her dress below her bra will get that look off her face. She decides to give it a try.
's expression blanks pretty quickly, yes. Then her entire face brightens and she pats Eva's chest with both hands. Rhythmically. "Nice!-
Mine are better."
finds it appropriate to cover her own face at this point. But hey, hey, her ego. "Yeah w-well mine are *permanent*. So there."
can't help snickering that she chose to cover her face instead of her chest. She'll just tug the front of her bra down while she's-
distracted then. "...well, at least you don't have crazy nipples. Y'know, the ones that take up half the chick's boob?"
would have to deal with more pouts or something. She does uncover her face at one point to glance back at her. Poor thing is all red now. _
"I know, I've seen those. Hrmph. Don't have too much fun, the excitement might kill you."
"Oh, I'm not. This is only a little fun." Too much fun would be sticking her face in there and motorboating.
... w-would rather if she did not do that. She is not so hopeful, sadly. "Well, eh... Thanks. Don't die of boredom then, dear."
...doesn't like the thought of that. Motorboating it is!
decidedly did not squeak in surprise. "Oi wait a se-" Sighh. No point in arguing with Prussia, is there.
gets both arms around her waist too, so whenever she's finished and just sets her chin on Eva's boobs to look up, she isn't in too much-
danger. Not really. "You say somethin'?"
isn't sure whose forehead to slap right now. In the end she just resigns to playing with the other's hair. "Never mind that, never mind."
could probably fall asleep like this. She's uh...squishy right there. Way comfortable. Have a kiss to one though! "You like it."
holds her breath for a moment there; as she glances away, she hopes that wasn't all too obvious. "J-just a little bit." Ahem.
Gilbert
was
going to give her her space back, but that little stutter's like encouragement, y'know. "More than a little bit, I think." And now-
another kiss to the opposite. She'll just keep on pushing until Eva shoves her away, since it's *fun*.
bites her lip. No, she should know these little slips are all it takes for that sneaky fox... err. Nation, to get away with her schemes. _
She shifts uncomfortably. "O-oi! Shush, will you?"
does listen for once, but just because she's managed to work part of her bra aside with a finger and found somewhere better to use-
her mouth, one brow arching. Gott, if she loses teeth for this, it'll so be worth it.
gives her this wide-eyed, red faced look, mouth hanging slightly. Give her a second, two... There, now she's sitting up straighter and _
trying to get the other to unlatch, all the while spluttering nonsense.
gives up immediately and flops onto her back. Yeah, she's a bit pink in the face too, but hey, that was an awesome reaction. Best she-
could have hoped for with all limbs still in place. "Gott...your *face*!"
would punch her or something, but... Nah, not yet. She does lean forward to poke her stomach. "Wh-what about it? Verdammt..."
gives a little wheeze, but for the most part her laughter continues uninterrupted. "Hey, don't go flashin' those things and expect me to be
*good*."
goes to poke her again but pauses and instead tugs gently at her top. "I *didn't*. You're no good, that much I know. And we had a deal."
stretches, letting the bottom of the shirt ride up some on its own, and gives her a sneaky little grin. "I'm not *good*. I'm *awesome*.-
Get it right." But yeah, they had a deal, so fine, she'll pull her own shirt all the way up her chest as well then recline against the-
couch arm, arms folded behind her hug. Smug much?
should probably get this little she-devil to act properly but that's kind of bordering on the impossible. Not to mention she's getting a_
pretty nice view. She shifts to sit on her knees so she can lean closer, slowly tracing her skin with one finger, down from her bellybutton_
, all the way up to her chest. "*Good* works for me. Still can't believe these *are* real." Here, have a tiny poke.
behind her head* wtfff )
will just act like that initial touch didn't raise slight goosebumps along her belly. "Good, great, awesome, fantastic. Whatever you can-
manage to scream, baby. 'course they're fuckin' real. I grew 'em overnight."
{ 's alright, I got it /thumbs up }
just rolls her eyes and leans down to nuzzle her chest a bit. Yeah she's all prim and proper, can't you tell. "Mm ja well. Grow them _
overnight more often, will you."
squirms just a little but hasn't lost her smirk just yet. Fair's fair. "Psht, naw. Tits are great but I like my dick better. You would-
too."
might or might not have planted a little kiss right there. "Hm, I don't know... You seem like less of an arse when you have tits."
probably doesn't sound as offended as she could at the moment. Totally Eva's fault. "Hey. I'm a completely ass all the time. Even like-
this."
will gladly take the blame. That is a smirk, right there when she looks up. "You're not being one right now."
's eyes narrow. Is that a challenge? "I could be. Just not when you're expecting it."
arches an eyebrow. Yeah, maybe it is a challenge. "Or maybe you're just losing your touch."
snorts. "If I had a dick, this is where I'd tell you to suck it, princess."
huffs and leans down to nuzzle her chest again, just to be more annoying. Though it's kiind of nice. "Can't say I'd comply, missie."
decides now is a great time to hug her and very tightly, so her face will just be stuck right there in her boobs. "Spoil sport."
sort of flails a bit, definitely not expecting that. "Oi!" Well, if that is the case, don't mind her tongue on Maria's skin.
lets go after another few seconds. Yeah, like that's really going to bother her. "You got spit on me."
sits back up and takes a deep, deep breath. Hey, it was worth a shot. "So?" She arches an eyebrow. "You're gonna bitchslap me or something?"
knows an awesome way to retaliate, but that wouldn't be very fair. "You just keep pushin', don't you?"
would wonder since when does he-she play fair. She smirks, holding up her hands. "Me? I'm not doing anything~ "
will take advantage of that open shot right away, getting spit on *her*, but right on the lips. ...and truth be told, there probably isn't-
that much spit there anyway.
... No idea how this is *awesome*, but at least it shut her up. Don't mind her being kind of wide-eyed right now; her brain sort of broke.
manages to keep a straight face for all of, oh, seven seconds. Then she's off again, snickering. "You make the best expressions, I swear."
might look slightly horrified. Her face is all red again, too. "I should *murder* you for that, you know?"
fixes her shirt back in place, unfazed. "Mhm, yeah, I know. That and a million other things. You're fun to pick on."
sort of makes a face, but that reminds her to fix her bra and dress. "Nn I can't see how. Don't you know how to treat a lady?"
rolls her eyes. " 'course I do. I just don't have ladies around to treat nicely."
probably shouldn't sound this offended. It's just proving Prussia's point. "Hey *I'm* a lady you dimwit."
snickers. "*Ladies* don't swear so much. You aren't around that much anyway. Francis is the closest I get to keepin' woman-company."
huffs and flicks her nose. "Ladies don't have to be trophy wives, mister. And well, I'm a busy woman.. I don't see Francis that much now."
's nose wrinkles. "They gotta look good though. Busy? Thought that was the kind he liked."
arches an eyebrow. "You saying I don't look good? And yes, busy; he's my cousin, miss. Don't get any ideas."
flips her bangs back out of her face. "Never said that. You look pretty damn good. Just makin' a point. What's him being your cousin-
have to do with anything?"
decides this is an appropriate time to reach over and steal another piece of chocolate; yum. "Hm, good." Hold on, can't speak with her mouth
full. "... Yeah, good point there."
Gilbert
is
just going to change the subject real quick now. Look at her, now look down. Now look at her again. "So what d'you do around here for fun?-
" What's the subject? It's back on you.
isn't even asking; hey, for all she knows, the other has a short attention span... Yeah. "Uh.... Lots of things, I guess? Depends on what _
you think is fun." A shrug. "Videogames don't count. Neither does getting high; Roel's room here is off limits 'n all."
makes a face. "I wouldn't go in some other dude's room, lady. There's bro-laws. I like whatever isn't boring as fuck. Or work."
shrugs. "Sorry, I'm not familiar with those laws. And well that's vague. You can always watch television, I don't know. I reckon you don't -
like knitting."
sucks the back of his teeth. "'course you don't. You're not a guy. ...what the fuck is knitting?"
waves a hand dismissively. "Something like that. And it's a hobby you wouldn't understand. You'd just call me grandma or something."
lip curls some. "I could call you a milf all day. But gilf would be pushin' it. Isn't a damn thing that looks better the wrinklier and
saggier it gets."
tilts her head slightly. "Well, good think I'm not wrinkly and saggy. Uh..." She turns her back to her for a while to search over the edge_
of the couch until she finally finds something and turns back to her with a little basket. "Knitting. Get it now?"
squints at the basket then shrugs. "Looks like an unraveled cat."
gives her a blank stare before setting it back down. "You won't be complaining when I send you a home made scarf in the winter." Yeah right.
might not complain about that, no. She kinda likes scarves. "You make stuff like that with that?"
hopes she does; because at this rate, that's all she'll be sending to the other nations. "Of course. And socks and more stuff."
laughs. "Socks out'a that stuff would make your feet sweat somethin' awful, wouldn't they?"
shrugs. "Well, not during cold winters I guess? You can do lots of stuff with this; if it was uncomfortable, we wouldn't do it, right?"
bites her lip, trying to think of something neat. "Could you make a little thingy for your beer?" (HNGH i'm terrible, sorry. ;n; )
thinks about it for a moment. "I guess so, yeah. Not sure how well it would hold up though." {naw, 's ok! plurk's been really lively lately}
Gilbert
is
about to suggest a condom, but she's supposed to be a *lady*. "What about a prophalactic?". There. A nicer word for condom!
kind of stops to stare at her. "... No." Ok, nothing useful, at least. She will proceed to resist the urge to hit her over the head.
just grins widely. That was a huge word. She's proud.
would be, too. Except right now she's still sort of staring. "Y-you weren't serious. Right?"
tilts her head. "About what?"
just rubs her forehead. "Asking me to knit weird things."
snorts and flips her hand. "Honey, please. Like I would have any use for a *condom*."
rolls her eyes. "Be sure to use them when you get your dick back, miss."
could probably get a human chick knocked up nowadays, that's the scary thing. "Yeeah, yeah, if I remember to. Barebackin's way more fun."
would antagonize him forever if that happened, he should know that. "You *should* remember. But please, spare me the details."
would antagonize himself forever if that happened and *stay* drunk. She smirks. "You want the details, don't lie."
thinks that shows he at least has some common sense then; good. She snorts. "No, thank you. I'll stick with my details and you with yours."
snickers. "You have details about barebacking?"
slaps her own forehead. "No, I meant in *general*."
Gilbert
is
so glad she came out here. Eva is pretty entertaining company. "Generally what?"
's just beginning to feel all flustered and all. "Gott, you know what I mean. Details... I dunno, anything, why are we talking about this?"
casually looks down at her nails. "Because I figure if I keep askin' stuff, you're eventually gonna slip up and tell me."
falls back on the couch and covers her eyes. "I'm *not* gonna say anything, regardless of what you ask. You're as stubborn as a mule."
goes from doing something dainty like checking her nails to cracking her fingers. "I'm not stubborn. I'm a conversationalist."
snorts quite loudly at that one. "Nee, you're *stubborn*. As a mule. And persistent. 'm not telling anything, missie."
frowns and opens her mouth to unknowingly prove her point. "Mules aren't stubborn either. They're just picky. Fine, fine, you don't-
have to tell me anything. I'll mind my own business and find out elsewhere."
shakes her head; it's useless to argue with this lady, apparently. But hey, what. "Oi, what do you mean elsewhere, eh?"
shrugs. "Oh, you know how nations like gossip." She's bluffing; she doesn't know shit, but you don't have to know that.
narrows her eyes. "Of course I do." Because that's what she does with Francis all the time anyway. "You wouldn't dare."
bites her lip to keep from laughing. "Oh, I would."
holds up her index finger like she's about to spit out some threat but stops. "You know what. I know you would. I should hate you for it."
Gilbert
is
beaming, she's so proud of her for figuring that out. "Naw. I make life more interesting."
won't even bother to *try* and get angry; seriously there's no point. "Well I said I should hate you, not that I don't. Unfortunately, yeah_
you do make life more interesting. Stressing, too. Sometimes."
bounces on the couch some. "You liiike it. It's okay, baby, I know I'm hard to resist."
pointedly looks at the ceiling, lest her eyes start wandering. "Oh, I can resist you just fine, honey. But I admit." She pauses. "Life _
wouldn't be the same without you."
doesn't pout at all. That's just your imagination. "Aw, break my heart why don't ya." That's cute though. "Well, then you can be extra
thankful I didn't die sixty-three years ago then. I sure as fuck am."
finds that cute; she should hold it against her or something. "I'll glue it back together with love and chocolate." She smiles. "Eh, guess_
you really are too awesome to die. Something like that."
makes a gurgling noise and flops back. "God, you're such a *girl*. Ugh."
tries to give her a little kick, nothing too violent. "Oi shut up. You love me anyway."
sticks her tongue out. "Gross. Keep your feet to yourself."
rolls her eyes and tries to do it again, just for fun. "Nn shush. Don't feel like it."
tries to pinch her. "Fair warning."
squirms and tries to poke her with a toe. "Oh bite me."
crams herself as far as possible into the corner of the couch. "Get *oooff*."
rolls her eyes, stretching her leg some more in an attempt to keep bothering her. "Oh come on, stop being so dramatic."
Gilbert
is
going to crawl right over the arm of the couch here in a second. "*Quit iit, I *hate* feet, god, get away!"
stops right there, foot still hanging mid-air to give her a disbelieving look. "You hate... feet?" She pauses. "... Why."
makes a face. "Because they're gross, that's why."
wiggles her toes but soon withdraws her leg. "It's a *foot*. And here I thought it was virtually impossible you'd find body parts gross."
relaxes into taking up more space on the couch again. "They're just gross. There's nothin' sexy about feet."
blinks and examines her own foot for a moment there. "There is if you're wearing court shoes and all. Guess you wouldn't know."
frowns. "What the hell are court shoes? Are you talking about basketball?"
shakes her head. "I mean those high heeled pumps. Arthur taught me that term, sorry."
rolls her eyes. "Be thankful he didn't teach how to wax your eyebrows. He's not a pro at that."
snorts. "If anything I'd teach him that, not the other way around." Sh-she'll leave out that one time Francis asked her to help with waxing.
would appreciate her leaving that out, if he knew. "You need to teach him that. Consider it an act of charity."