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THEKINDASTUCKMEME
Well, at least it's not glue.

RULES:
o1. Put down your character ( name | series | any preferences).
o2. Those replying can pick / rng / ask Snape on the astral plane to choose one of the prompts below.
o3. You know what they say: birds of a feather get stuck in questionably legal situations together!

Hope you enjoy your enforced quality time, when you're both stuck -

o1 in traffic, after an atrocious argument.
o2. distracting this person, while your partner in comedy/crime organizes their surprise party, or slashes their car tyres.
o3. defending the base for the next vicious 42 min, until your cavalry to get here. Ladies, gentlemen: good luck.
o4. on a raft, idly drifting the way of the nearest deserted island, a surely cute shark in tow.
o5. in an air vent, after fruitlessly stalking this person, whom you thought to be a serial killer. They don't make friendly neighbours like they used to.
o6. trapped in a codependent relationship with your bed / pet / really domestic hobby, from which this person hopes to break you by way of alcohol a social intervention.
o7. in a waiting room, while you're hanging around for the results for a highly embarrassing disease test, and would really rather not run into anyone you kno - ...God damn it.
o8. trying to safely navigate through a department store, after carelessly forgetting you were out on your measly errand during Black Friday / the year's biggest one-day sale.
o9. standing guard in front of a bedroom with this nigh-stranger, so your Romeo-Juliet-like friends can finally get it on in behind closed doors, thematic noises included. Get the small talk going.
10. with your hair in one of their zippers. You pick which. Everyone else just points and laughs.
11. delivering some pretty terrible news to them.
12. with your hand in their mailbox, just as they're coming out of their house, or apartment.
13. doing the dishes, when you both forgot your wallets and can't foot the bill.
14. playing moral support for your friend, who's stuck in a magician's box, while said magician goes off to look for the key. And coffee. And dinner.
15. reading a manual on how to defuse a bomb, or a very sensitive alarm system. Tick-tack. No rush.
16. waiting for the movie reels to get changed over from an accidental porn showing, courtesy of teenagers in charge of the screening room. You're also out of popcorn.
17. under the only stone building around for miles in the middle of an acidic rain. And then you wonder whether pollution's really on the rise.
18. on the roof, after the ladder's snapped in half. Your neighbour's particularly irritable cat might also be out on the prowl.
19. in a bdsm swing. Look, no one's judging.
20. baby-sitting, pet-sitting, or car-sitting. Yes, that new Ferrari needs day and night surveillance.
21. in a lake, because this person caught you skinny-dipping and won't. Go. Away.
22. on the phone for an important interview / business conversation, while this person tries to distract you.
23. waiting to be ransomed, while in the actually quite loving care of especially incompetent criminals.
24. with your and this person's thumbs engaged in a dysfunctional Chinese finger trap.
25. waiting for them to make the Important Announcement they've been hinting at all week, while they taunt and tease you with it.

Comments

Arthur Kirkland | Hetalia

[english_dignity]

[ooc: Mostly looking at 19, 21, or 22.]

21 probably america's pool on the shallow end?

[lateforthewar]

As allies, it wasn't unusual for nations to visit each of their respective personal houses. America liked to invite--read: harass into coming--England over for a round of movies and lots of good food before bed.

Tonight he at least hadn't had any nightmares (yet) but he'd woken up in the wee hours, stomach growling already. To his surprise, England wasn't in the bed. They didn't share a bed romantically, but America insisted whenever the genre of films they'd been watching was Horror. He shrugged it off until he was munching on a leftover burger in the kitchen when he heard something in his back yard...

...cautiously, with rifle in hand and burger in mouth, Alfred padded out the back door in his smiley face t-shirt and TARDIS pyjama bottoms.

"Who's there?!" he asked, trying so hard not to sound nervous. This was just like any horror movie--!

Except, his mouth was full so it was more or less a muffled garble of sounds as he approached the pool raising his weapon, heart pounding in his ears...

[english_dignity]

Arthur had forgotten just how hot and muggy Alfred’s place could get during the summer, or else he’d have brought himself some swim shorts. But when he’d been unable to sleep because of the heat, he figured that as long as Alfred stayed asleep, just a little private dip into the shallow end of the pool would be alright. Should have known that his bad luck would strike when most embarrassing.

“It’s me, Alfred, go back to bed,” Arthur said quickly, hoping that the other wouldn’t get too close. Praying, even.

[lateforthewar]

He instantly lowered his rifle, took the burger from his mouth and let out a hearty laugh, utterly relieved that this wasn't actually the start of a horror movie.

"Dude! Why the midnight swim? Everything okay?" He resumed stuffing his face with the rest of his food, but continued speaking because his manners were terrible and he didn't care.

"Mmhff--sho like--M'kay--" he swallowed, finally, "so why're you in my pool again?"

[english_dignity]

"I'm just cooling down a little, that's all," Arthur said, sinking himself down further in the water in case Alfred got closer. Sure, he was in the shallow end so there was only so far he could sink, but he could at least make the effort.

[lateforthewar]

"Dude you could've just turned the AC up," he pointed out. "Or asked me. I know you don't usually use that stuff so maybe you couldn't figure it out? Oh hey, are you hungry? I think there's some leftover pizza too..."

He chattered on and on, with absolutely no intention of leaving.

[english_dignity]

"If I turned up the air conditioning, you'd have complained about being cold," Arthur said with a huff. "And I'm not hungry. Really, you can go back to bed."

[lateforthewar]

"No I wouldn't! I'm the one with Death Valley on the map, you jerk. Nah, now that I ate and I'm awake I might as well stay up," he said smiling, and he rested his rifle carefully on the poolside table. He sat down on the edge of the pool and sunk his legs in.

"Besides, that's what blankets are for."

[english_dignity]

The older nation moved a little further back in the water, praying that the light out there was enough to keep the surface of the water reflective enough. "Well I preferred a dip into the water."

[lateforthewar]

"Naked?"

He asked skeptically.

Sorry, England. The jig is up.

[english_dignity]

Arthur's face went dark red and he sank down to his chin in the water. "...I don't have a suit with me."

[lateforthewar]

"Yeah I know, that's what gave it away! And like you'd wear boxers into a pool," he said, grinning like the fucking maniac he was. There was only one thing to do and he couldn't resist doing it.

America whipped out his phone and started taking pictures, complete with flash.

"SAY CHEESE!"

[english_dignity]

"ALFRED!" Arthur dove under the water, beet red as he tried to cover himself the best that he could. Oh gods he was going to murder that idiot!

[lateforthewar]

Alfred cackled, splashing his legs in the water, sent the pictures to his email as he shook with roaring laughter.

"ME!!!" he replied with glee.

"IT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR GOING NUDE IN MY POOL!!"

[english_dignity]

"I swear if you send those to anyone I'm going to pluck out Nantucket hair by bloody hair!" he shouted, moving towards him in the water with every intention of taking that phone and breaking it.