Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2013 17:42:49 GMT -8
Prompt:
Character a and character b are having a arm wrestle competition.
Anything that gave Alfred a reason to demonstrate his heroic awesomeness, he would gladly take. He didn’t really need to, but he rolled his shoulder and sent a flashy grin at his competition – the German, Ludwig.
Ludwig knew just what Alfred was capable of. Small, almost invisible beads of sweat formed on his brow as he placed his arm up on the table and was met immediately by Alfred’s. The bell had barely finished ringing when Alfred slammed Ludwig’s arm down into the table, and the American smirked confidently. “I win~!”
Ludwig could only imagine the bruise he’d just received.
Prompt:
"You never know what happiness a simple act of kindness will bring about."
- Bree Able
Lately, Lili had been receiving gifts from a certain someone far away. They left her notes, describing in detail what they had given her. All items were handcrafted – dresses, scarves, ribbons, each embroidered delicately with all the affections of her admirer. Today, she received a dazzling emerald dress that perfectly accented her eyes.
She was so overwhelmed by such gifts given by a person she’d never met before. The handwriting was so elegant, the wrapping so beautiful… but her anonymous admirer never left his name.
The only clue she ever had was this: the packages were always sent from London.
Prompt:
Character A is on a blind date with Character B.
The Hero was uncharacteristically awkward tonight. He sat in a high-class restaurant on a date with the beautiful but intimidating Nataliya. Her blue-violet eyes were narrowed expectantly. Alfred wasn’t used to being a gentleman, and she was probably displeased.
“You look beautiful tonight, you know!” Alfred forced out some confidence and flashed her a charming grin. “You’d look prettier if you smiled.”
It was his turn to look expectant, but all he got from Nataliya was a redirection of her eyes and a noticeable blush in her cheeks. It wasn’t what he was looking for, but it was progress nonetheless
Prompt: Character A and Character B getting matching tattoos or pendants
Peter didn’t often get the pleasure of being friends with many of the other nations. He was determined to get an alliance with as many as he could, for when he inevitably became his own nation. Raivis was really one of the first people to grant him any attention, even if it was just because he couldn’t bring himself to reject the excited child.
Peter was ecstatic, though, and to show his appreciation he crafted a pair of friendship necklaces out of old scrap! “Well, you don’t have to wear it. But if you keep it it’s a formal alliance.
Prompt: Here, there be dragons.
A roar shook the ground like thunder tearing across a rain-soaked sky. With a beat of its mighty wings, a dragon danced across the clouds and dove at the ground as if it were an eagle spotting prey. It landed gracefully, and a small female stepped forth and tied a rope around the horn at the end of its nose.
Climbing up the nodules that dotted the scaled skin, Lili sat herself in a saddle at the base of the beast’s neck. She patted it lightly, and nudged it with her heels. They were off to rescue the dying world.
Prompt: Your Character is babysitting and they have to take part in a tea party, with all the stuffed animals.
As if by magic, a certain was little again. A small Italy darted around the table, filling teacups and replacing half-eaten pieces of bread and giggling as if he were a little girl. He was convinced he was a girl again, so maybe that wasn’t too surprising.
But it was Germany’s job now to humor the small child, and he picked up one of the delicate, floral-patterned teacup as daintily as he could before taking a sip of the bitter liquid.
“Is it good, Germany?” As the little Italian. “I made it myself!”
“Erm—ja, it is.” He replied quietly.
Prompt: Character A and Character B have fallen in love. The catch? They live in different dimensions.
Arthur read silently to himself a novel he recently picked up. It was supposed to be a romantic mystery which had suddenly taking an odd turn.
“I’m so overcome with love...” the character spoke. As much as Arthur enjoyed his character and the story, this was quite awkward to read.
“Reader, we’ve been through so much. You’ve seen me at my worst.” Woah, wait. What?
“I’m ready for the next step, make love to me through the pages of this novel—“
Arthur shut the book.
That was genuinely creepy.
“That is the last time I go by the cover.”
Prompt:
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Grinned the mirror to the man.
Alfred silently combed his hair, getting himself prepared for some big event. There were leaders to meet, lovely ladies to charm, and a few dozen political ploys to be swayed by.
He neatly parted his hair, with Nantucket standing up in the middle, and grinned at his reflection in the mirror. “Dude, you look amazing.”
“Why, thank you.” Replied the figure in the mirror, also with a grin.
Alfred paused, dropped the comb, and stared forward.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The mirror taunted with a laugh.
Prompt
Character A gets sunburned somehow. Character B is now putting cream on their back while listening to Character A complain.
“What a lovely way to start my vacation.” Complained Belgium as she lay upon a partially damp towel in their hotel room.
“… sorry.” Canada replied softly, squirting a heap of aloe into his hand and rubbing it gently into the reddened skin of Belgium’s back. It was summer and they were vacationing at a beach in South Florida. Belgium didn’t put on enough sunscreen.
“How am I going to sleep now? And if I go outside, it’ll just get worse!” She continued.
“And I’ll keep taking care of you and fixing it.” Canada replied with a sweet, good-natured smiled.
Prompt: Character A desperately wants a Twinkie, the last Twinkie on earth. Character B has it locke away in a safe under maximum security in their basement.
America: SECRET AGENT.
Well, that’s what he thought of himself as, while he sneaked ever so sneakily into the vault that contained the last twinkie on the planet. It was his destiny to consume this twinkie, as it was being cruelly held hostage by none other than the only other fatass on this green Earth: Russia.
Why Russia hadn’t eaten it yet, America would never know. But now was his chance! Russia slept peacefully next to the vault, with the entry code crumpled in one hand.
America reached his hand closer... closer...!
And then he woke up.
“DAMN IT.”
Prompt: Character A is arguing with their shoulder angel and devil, Character B is standing there confused
Belarus was stuck in the middle of an argument with her shoulder angel and devil. The devil screeched that she should stop waiting for opportunities to pursue Russia, and simply go after him mercilessly!
The angel, however, suggested abandoning her brother for one that desired her affections, such as Lithuania or America.
“Are you stupid?” Belarus asked. “Lithuania aside, America simply wants to get laid.”
“But he pursues you as obsessively as you pursue your brother.” Replied the angel.
Russia wasn’t sure to whom his sister was talking, but he was relieved the chase had ceased... even if only temporarily.
Prompt
A couple of your choice sharing kisses while lying in the snow.
Alfred sat there next to her, bundled in as many clothes as he could find. He really hated the cold.
“I-I just thought it was pretty, you know!?” Alfred stammered through his teeth. “It kinda reminds me of you!” Because she was so pale, but he’d been swatted enough times to know that wasn’t fit to be said.
“This isn’t romantic at all,” Nataliya muttered, “But… maybe it is sweet. A little.”
She pecked his cheek, but only slightly, and he must have took this as an invitation because moments later he had her by the mouth in the snow.
Prompt: Character B introduces Character A to a show they really Character B walks in on them at like 4 am the next day having marathoner it all night.
“Welcome to Whose Line is it Anyway…” blared Alfred’s television. There he sat on his comfy sofa, bowl of popcorn in his arms, as he stared wide-eyed at the screen in front of him.
Arthur decided it was about that time of the year to grace his little brother with a visit, and allowed himself into the house through a hidden key Alfred always had under a rock.
“What—you’re watching that and you didn’t invite me!?” Arthur gasped, legitimately offended.
And then they watched the entire series, and even indulged in the entirety of Improvaganza.
Much fun was had.
Prompt:
"Do you know what it is to be a lover? Half of a whole?"
-Mal, Inception
It sucks when your true love is in love with someone else.
Not like there’s anything wrong with that, haha! I mean, I’m pretty damn awesome on my own. I don’t need a damn person to coddle me and tell me it’s all right, right?
This ache in my chest? Just a phase. It’ll be gone in a day or two.
I don’t need anyone.
I’m perfectly fine by myself.
… I like to tell myself that, anyway.
The most unawesome thing in the world is feeling incomplete, like when I lost my home and country.
Yeah… just like that.
prompt: Character A is a Mermaid in a tank in a luxury hotel on display, Character B is staying the night at this hotel
Sealand danced around in his tank at the Grand Luxury Hotel in some random country he didn’t remember the name of. His one job was to sing and entertain guests, save the one guest he didn’t expect to see.
“Jerkland!” Sealand chirped, pressing his face and hands on the glass and making funny faces at his brother, who passed by. Then he stopped. Then he turned and stared.
“I’m a merman.” Sealand clarified with a cheeky grin. England’s face twitched, annoyed.
“How did you—never mind. I don’t want to know.” And England continued on his way, shielding his face.
Prompt:
A disastrous cooking session. Bonus if it's not all England's fault.
“I made you breakfast, England!”
He dreaded those words, especially when he looked down at the plate. The eggs Sealand had made for him were only half scrambled, and still dripped uncooked fluid. A fish head jutted out of the pile, looking oddly rancid.
“…no, this isn’t edible, Sealand.” England replied flatly, pushing the plate away.
“What?” Sealand gasped. “No, it is! I eat this all the time and—“ Sealand pushed the plate back towards him.
“This fish is very obviously rotten!” England’s voice was raised in anger, while Sealand stared defiantly back.
“IT’S FERMENTED. THERE’S A DIFFERENCE.”
Prompt: Character A hacks into Character B's computer and finds something strange
After scaling the walls of Switzerland’s fortified mansion, Prussia silently scrept towards his prize. Rather, as silently as he could muster save the “Kesesese” that escaped from his mouth. Switzerland was out, thankfully, with his younger sister, possibly shopping or learning or something that would hopefully keep him distracted for hours.
Switzerland’s laptop sat unguarded in his bedroom, and all it took was a button-press to turn it on – and boy was Prussia surprised. It was really hilarious how big an obsession with My Little Pony he had, and all Prussia needed to prove Switz’s guilt was a cell phone.
Prompt:
"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect."
-Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Who doesn’t love a good pokemon game?
Well, America sure does, him lazily playing his HeartGold.
As he went to press his button screen to activate his bike, he noticed something was missing. His hand, empty, nearly pressed against the pristine plastic of the touch-screen, and he immediately pulled back, frantically looking around him for the object he’d lost.
His stylus! Where was it?
He pawed around worriedly, searching through the cushions until his hand finally fell on his pants pocket. “… oh, phew.” He sighed. A Pikachu charm hung from the end, swinging just as lazily as America played.
Prompt:
"His flesh was blanched white as milk, everywhere but his hands. His hands were black...Blossoms of hard cracked blood decorated the mortal wounds that covered him like a rash, breast and groin and throat. Yet his eyes were still open. They stared up at the sky, blue as sapphires."
--A Game of Thrones
The first day of winter bred horrors previously unknown to Man, who now dwelt in a world in which all places untouched by sun were death traps.
They moved in hordes.
Skin a tinted a dead pallor, many of them covered in unhealing wounds… the presence of them sickening to the senses.
Arthur hid – oh yes, he hid – but he knew it was in vain. His aching chest grew cold when he saw him, and then froze over when once-lively blue eyes stared him down, glowing eerily a vivid sapphire.
He stalked forward.
Alfred…
His only brother had been unmade.
Prompt:
"Don't forget. Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. As long as you remember her, you are not alone."
-Akemi Homura, Puella Magi Madoka Magica
“My dearest France,” Jeanne whispered, her hands firmly cupping his cheeks as her fingers brushed through his gold locks. She pulled him close, kissed his forehead… she held his despondent form as if she could solve all the world’s problems. Her beloved country… there was only one other she felt more strongly for.
“I can’t promise you that I’ll always be here.” She continued, despite France’s nearly inaudible whimper. “But-– never forget me. Then I will never leave. I'll protect you, I'll hold you, I'll fight for your cause. I have given you my everything.”
France woke with a shudder.
Prompt:
"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
-Edvard Munch
She loved lilies. They were her favorite flower.
To her, they were perfect representations of beauty – a pure form of life on earth, incapable of corruption or evil.
And like her, they were basically immortal. They could be kept safe for indeterminate amounts of time, then brought back to life with water and care, with a flower springing from them as if they didn’t just sit quietly for a year.
As Lili planted her precious bulbs, she silently pondered her own fate.
Even if she died... she would only live again later, like a long-silent lily finally being planted.
Character a and character b are having a arm wrestle competition.
Anything that gave Alfred a reason to demonstrate his heroic awesomeness, he would gladly take. He didn’t really need to, but he rolled his shoulder and sent a flashy grin at his competition – the German, Ludwig.
Ludwig knew just what Alfred was capable of. Small, almost invisible beads of sweat formed on his brow as he placed his arm up on the table and was met immediately by Alfred’s. The bell had barely finished ringing when Alfred slammed Ludwig’s arm down into the table, and the American smirked confidently. “I win~!”
Ludwig could only imagine the bruise he’d just received.
Prompt:
"You never know what happiness a simple act of kindness will bring about."
- Bree Able
Lately, Lili had been receiving gifts from a certain someone far away. They left her notes, describing in detail what they had given her. All items were handcrafted – dresses, scarves, ribbons, each embroidered delicately with all the affections of her admirer. Today, she received a dazzling emerald dress that perfectly accented her eyes.
She was so overwhelmed by such gifts given by a person she’d never met before. The handwriting was so elegant, the wrapping so beautiful… but her anonymous admirer never left his name.
The only clue she ever had was this: the packages were always sent from London.
Prompt:
Character A is on a blind date with Character B.
The Hero was uncharacteristically awkward tonight. He sat in a high-class restaurant on a date with the beautiful but intimidating Nataliya. Her blue-violet eyes were narrowed expectantly. Alfred wasn’t used to being a gentleman, and she was probably displeased.
“You look beautiful tonight, you know!” Alfred forced out some confidence and flashed her a charming grin. “You’d look prettier if you smiled.”
It was his turn to look expectant, but all he got from Nataliya was a redirection of her eyes and a noticeable blush in her cheeks. It wasn’t what he was looking for, but it was progress nonetheless
Prompt: Character A and Character B getting matching tattoos or pendants
Peter didn’t often get the pleasure of being friends with many of the other nations. He was determined to get an alliance with as many as he could, for when he inevitably became his own nation. Raivis was really one of the first people to grant him any attention, even if it was just because he couldn’t bring himself to reject the excited child.
Peter was ecstatic, though, and to show his appreciation he crafted a pair of friendship necklaces out of old scrap! “Well, you don’t have to wear it. But if you keep it it’s a formal alliance.
Prompt: Here, there be dragons.
A roar shook the ground like thunder tearing across a rain-soaked sky. With a beat of its mighty wings, a dragon danced across the clouds and dove at the ground as if it were an eagle spotting prey. It landed gracefully, and a small female stepped forth and tied a rope around the horn at the end of its nose.
Climbing up the nodules that dotted the scaled skin, Lili sat herself in a saddle at the base of the beast’s neck. She patted it lightly, and nudged it with her heels. They were off to rescue the dying world.
Prompt: Your Character is babysitting and they have to take part in a tea party, with all the stuffed animals.
As if by magic, a certain was little again. A small Italy darted around the table, filling teacups and replacing half-eaten pieces of bread and giggling as if he were a little girl. He was convinced he was a girl again, so maybe that wasn’t too surprising.
But it was Germany’s job now to humor the small child, and he picked up one of the delicate, floral-patterned teacup as daintily as he could before taking a sip of the bitter liquid.
“Is it good, Germany?” As the little Italian. “I made it myself!”
“Erm—ja, it is.” He replied quietly.
Prompt: Character A and Character B have fallen in love. The catch? They live in different dimensions.
Arthur read silently to himself a novel he recently picked up. It was supposed to be a romantic mystery which had suddenly taking an odd turn.
“I’m so overcome with love...” the character spoke. As much as Arthur enjoyed his character and the story, this was quite awkward to read.
“Reader, we’ve been through so much. You’ve seen me at my worst.” Woah, wait. What?
“I’m ready for the next step, make love to me through the pages of this novel—“
Arthur shut the book.
That was genuinely creepy.
“That is the last time I go by the cover.”
Prompt:
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Grinned the mirror to the man.
Alfred silently combed his hair, getting himself prepared for some big event. There were leaders to meet, lovely ladies to charm, and a few dozen political ploys to be swayed by.
He neatly parted his hair, with Nantucket standing up in the middle, and grinned at his reflection in the mirror. “Dude, you look amazing.”
“Why, thank you.” Replied the figure in the mirror, also with a grin.
Alfred paused, dropped the comb, and stared forward.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The mirror taunted with a laugh.
Prompt
Character A gets sunburned somehow. Character B is now putting cream on their back while listening to Character A complain.
“What a lovely way to start my vacation.” Complained Belgium as she lay upon a partially damp towel in their hotel room.
“… sorry.” Canada replied softly, squirting a heap of aloe into his hand and rubbing it gently into the reddened skin of Belgium’s back. It was summer and they were vacationing at a beach in South Florida. Belgium didn’t put on enough sunscreen.
“How am I going to sleep now? And if I go outside, it’ll just get worse!” She continued.
“And I’ll keep taking care of you and fixing it.” Canada replied with a sweet, good-natured smiled.
Prompt: Character A desperately wants a Twinkie, the last Twinkie on earth. Character B has it locke away in a safe under maximum security in their basement.
America: SECRET AGENT.
Well, that’s what he thought of himself as, while he sneaked ever so sneakily into the vault that contained the last twinkie on the planet. It was his destiny to consume this twinkie, as it was being cruelly held hostage by none other than the only other fatass on this green Earth: Russia.
Why Russia hadn’t eaten it yet, America would never know. But now was his chance! Russia slept peacefully next to the vault, with the entry code crumpled in one hand.
America reached his hand closer... closer...!
And then he woke up.
“DAMN IT.”
Prompt: Character A is arguing with their shoulder angel and devil, Character B is standing there confused
Belarus was stuck in the middle of an argument with her shoulder angel and devil. The devil screeched that she should stop waiting for opportunities to pursue Russia, and simply go after him mercilessly!
The angel, however, suggested abandoning her brother for one that desired her affections, such as Lithuania or America.
“Are you stupid?” Belarus asked. “Lithuania aside, America simply wants to get laid.”
“But he pursues you as obsessively as you pursue your brother.” Replied the angel.
Russia wasn’t sure to whom his sister was talking, but he was relieved the chase had ceased... even if only temporarily.
Prompt
A couple of your choice sharing kisses while lying in the snow.
Alfred sat there next to her, bundled in as many clothes as he could find. He really hated the cold.
“I-I just thought it was pretty, you know!?” Alfred stammered through his teeth. “It kinda reminds me of you!” Because she was so pale, but he’d been swatted enough times to know that wasn’t fit to be said.
“This isn’t romantic at all,” Nataliya muttered, “But… maybe it is sweet. A little.”
She pecked his cheek, but only slightly, and he must have took this as an invitation because moments later he had her by the mouth in the snow.
Prompt: Character B introduces Character A to a show they really Character B walks in on them at like 4 am the next day having marathoner it all night.
“Welcome to Whose Line is it Anyway…” blared Alfred’s television. There he sat on his comfy sofa, bowl of popcorn in his arms, as he stared wide-eyed at the screen in front of him.
Arthur decided it was about that time of the year to grace his little brother with a visit, and allowed himself into the house through a hidden key Alfred always had under a rock.
“What—you’re watching that and you didn’t invite me!?” Arthur gasped, legitimately offended.
And then they watched the entire series, and even indulged in the entirety of Improvaganza.
Much fun was had.
Prompt:
"Do you know what it is to be a lover? Half of a whole?"
-Mal, Inception
It sucks when your true love is in love with someone else.
Not like there’s anything wrong with that, haha! I mean, I’m pretty damn awesome on my own. I don’t need a damn person to coddle me and tell me it’s all right, right?
This ache in my chest? Just a phase. It’ll be gone in a day or two.
I don’t need anyone.
I’m perfectly fine by myself.
… I like to tell myself that, anyway.
The most unawesome thing in the world is feeling incomplete, like when I lost my home and country.
Yeah… just like that.
prompt: Character A is a Mermaid in a tank in a luxury hotel on display, Character B is staying the night at this hotel
Sealand danced around in his tank at the Grand Luxury Hotel in some random country he didn’t remember the name of. His one job was to sing and entertain guests, save the one guest he didn’t expect to see.
“Jerkland!” Sealand chirped, pressing his face and hands on the glass and making funny faces at his brother, who passed by. Then he stopped. Then he turned and stared.
“I’m a merman.” Sealand clarified with a cheeky grin. England’s face twitched, annoyed.
“How did you—never mind. I don’t want to know.” And England continued on his way, shielding his face.
Prompt:
A disastrous cooking session. Bonus if it's not all England's fault.
“I made you breakfast, England!”
He dreaded those words, especially when he looked down at the plate. The eggs Sealand had made for him were only half scrambled, and still dripped uncooked fluid. A fish head jutted out of the pile, looking oddly rancid.
“…no, this isn’t edible, Sealand.” England replied flatly, pushing the plate away.
“What?” Sealand gasped. “No, it is! I eat this all the time and—“ Sealand pushed the plate back towards him.
“This fish is very obviously rotten!” England’s voice was raised in anger, while Sealand stared defiantly back.
“IT’S FERMENTED. THERE’S A DIFFERENCE.”
Prompt: Character A hacks into Character B's computer and finds something strange
After scaling the walls of Switzerland’s fortified mansion, Prussia silently scrept towards his prize. Rather, as silently as he could muster save the “Kesesese” that escaped from his mouth. Switzerland was out, thankfully, with his younger sister, possibly shopping or learning or something that would hopefully keep him distracted for hours.
Switzerland’s laptop sat unguarded in his bedroom, and all it took was a button-press to turn it on – and boy was Prussia surprised. It was really hilarious how big an obsession with My Little Pony he had, and all Prussia needed to prove Switz’s guilt was a cell phone.
Prompt:
"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect."
-Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Who doesn’t love a good pokemon game?
Well, America sure does, him lazily playing his HeartGold.
As he went to press his button screen to activate his bike, he noticed something was missing. His hand, empty, nearly pressed against the pristine plastic of the touch-screen, and he immediately pulled back, frantically looking around him for the object he’d lost.
His stylus! Where was it?
He pawed around worriedly, searching through the cushions until his hand finally fell on his pants pocket. “… oh, phew.” He sighed. A Pikachu charm hung from the end, swinging just as lazily as America played.
Prompt:
"His flesh was blanched white as milk, everywhere but his hands. His hands were black...Blossoms of hard cracked blood decorated the mortal wounds that covered him like a rash, breast and groin and throat. Yet his eyes were still open. They stared up at the sky, blue as sapphires."
--A Game of Thrones
The first day of winter bred horrors previously unknown to Man, who now dwelt in a world in which all places untouched by sun were death traps.
They moved in hordes.
Skin a tinted a dead pallor, many of them covered in unhealing wounds… the presence of them sickening to the senses.
Arthur hid – oh yes, he hid – but he knew it was in vain. His aching chest grew cold when he saw him, and then froze over when once-lively blue eyes stared him down, glowing eerily a vivid sapphire.
He stalked forward.
Alfred…
His only brother had been unmade.
Prompt:
"Don't forget. Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. As long as you remember her, you are not alone."
-Akemi Homura, Puella Magi Madoka Magica
“My dearest France,” Jeanne whispered, her hands firmly cupping his cheeks as her fingers brushed through his gold locks. She pulled him close, kissed his forehead… she held his despondent form as if she could solve all the world’s problems. Her beloved country… there was only one other she felt more strongly for.
“I can’t promise you that I’ll always be here.” She continued, despite France’s nearly inaudible whimper. “But-– never forget me. Then I will never leave. I'll protect you, I'll hold you, I'll fight for your cause. I have given you my everything.”
France woke with a shudder.
Prompt:
"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
-Edvard Munch
She loved lilies. They were her favorite flower.
To her, they were perfect representations of beauty – a pure form of life on earth, incapable of corruption or evil.
And like her, they were basically immortal. They could be kept safe for indeterminate amounts of time, then brought back to life with water and care, with a flower springing from them as if they didn’t just sit quietly for a year.
As Lili planted her precious bulbs, she silently pondered her own fate.
Even if she died... she would only live again later, like a long-silent lily finally being planted.