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Post by south korea on Oct 15, 2010 1:02:01 GMT -5
AND I GET WHAT I WANT, MY NAME IS MY CREDIT CARD . damn, china's bedroom was nice.
well. at least, compared to jung-su's. he preferred simplistic, and a little modern; a double bed with plain sheets and a table over here with a chair over there. it was quite different from his noisy and obnoxious personality; but china's room looked expensive and classy. he almost felt bad for messing it up.
almost.
jung-su sat up on china's bed, yawning and stretching. china hadn't been home for a while, and when he'd arrived, he'd found the place empty and without even a servant around. so, he'd stretched out on the other nation's bed and dozed off. slung his jacket over the back of a nearby chair, kicked off his shoes with arrogant nonchalance. now he sat smoking a cigarette on the bed, twisting the end of the drapes around his finger.
"fuck, china, hurry up and get home already."
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Post by china on Oct 15, 2010 1:18:29 GMT -5
no this bitch did just not just smoke an american cigarette ON HIS BED. NUH UH. as soon as zhang shu stepped into his home, the faint aroma of toxic filled his nose, despite having just previously put out his own. rule number one: never smoke in the house. rule number two: never smoke american cigarettes in his house that shit was just asking for an ass whoopin'. a hand went to his side, retrieving his handgun as he slowly crept upstairs - uncertain if this was a break in, or...
yep, south korea.
busting his door open from his crack, china would scratch at his dyed blond hair, anger slowly starting to manifest in his face. not only did he smoke in his room, he also got comfortable. honestly, he just wanted to know why north korea just didn't take this little brat. "seriously? i could just shoot you in the face." he bitterly vented, vexed. "and put out that shitty cigarette! i'll break your arm!"
B(
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Post by south korea on Oct 15, 2010 1:26:05 GMT -5
AND I GET WHAT I WANT, MY NAME IS MY CREDIT CARD . nonchalantly, jung-su released long stream of dark gray smoke from between his lips. he smirked cattily at the asian nation who walked in, clearly pissed off.
good.
"i wouldn't have to smoke this american shit if you would just come over and have sex with me everyone once in a while," he answered smartly. he took another puff of his cigarette and blew it out, obnoxiously in the direction of china's face. the angrier the other nation was, the better. south korea didn't care. he usually didn't care about anything, for that matter -- least of all, china's feelings. "all i'm asking for is a little lovin', china," he purred casually. "and what i get is a threat to break my arm. not that i don't like the dirty talk, but i like it when you use that voice. you know, your prostitute voice."
satisfied, he bobbed his head in a contemplative nod and inhaled another breath of the cancer stick, blowing out another stream and grinning, cheekily, at china. besides, china loved him anyway. who didn't?
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Post by china on Oct 15, 2010 17:42:59 GMT -5
there was a pause, and china merely stood there confused. did he really just... say that so bluntly? a sigh, fingers running through his hair as his eyes rolled at the mischievous south korea, before the gun would be put back against his hip. without speaking he approached swiftly, a mighty hand raising before coming down swiftly.
with a tug, he would begin dragging south korea by his collar lazily behind him, and would toss him in the hall way. the bedroom door would slam in his face soon after, door locking. "why would i have sex with someone who can't even present himself 'sexy'. go away." oh burn. an air freshner was grasped and sprayed all throughout the room, a slight vein popping from his irritation to american smoke.
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Post by south korea on Oct 15, 2010 18:02:03 GMT -5
AND I GET WHAT I WANT, MY NAME IS MY CREDIT CARD . fuck fuck fuck. china wasn't normally this pissy, was he? no, jung-su was pretty sure that china was just on his pms right now. that must have been it. when the older man grabbed his collar, jung-su twisted around indignantly.
"hey, couldn't you have taken your midol before you got home?!" he huffed angrily, getting tossed into the hallway with the door slammed in his face. he rubbed his neck and scowled at the door, muttering a cross, "bitch," before belligerently smashing out his cigarette on china's carpet. honestly, someone needed to loosen up (south korea was clearly the best choice for that) and korea splayed out on the floor, stretching luxuriously. after a minute of listening to the hiss of the air freshener, he called through the door, "you didn't say i wasn't sexy a few weeks ago."
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Post by china on Oct 15, 2010 18:20:02 GMT -5
china sat down on his bed shortly after, removing the buttons from his shirt and the tie, and after getting out f his vest he would leave on his long sleeved shirt, but undoing the cuffs. "well when someone dresses provocatively and straddles your lap, its kind of hard to not sprout a boner." he mumbled, grumpily. after the room smelled less american, he would move to his table and pull out a bottle of vodka - yes, russian import. it was the weekend, he deserved to get smashed. he would move to the door, but rather than open it, he sat down at the opposite end with his back against it, sipping from the glass he poured himself. "besides, you act as if i don't wear you out."
yeah, china was actually considerate. he didn't like being hyypersexual - but he couldn't help that when he got turned on, it would just... last... for hours. it was actually pretty embarrassing, especially when the other person is like "oh my god... ah... s-stop! i can't come anymore..."
trust me, its happened.
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Post by south korea on Oct 15, 2010 18:29:58 GMT -5
AND I GET WHAT I WANT, MY NAME IS MY CREDIT CARD . "i only dress provocatively because you like it," jung-su replied in a huff, wiggling slightly and nudging the door with his foot. "besides, you never complained about my clothes before. jeez, if they bug you so much i just won't wear any at all." his tone turned catty, and while he was draped across the floor he tossed his cigarette into a nearby garbage can. he may not have manners in general, but he knew where to put his cigarettes when he was done. at least.
after a few minutes, jung-su sat up and elbowed the door. noisily. "hey, china. if you're really that pissed at me i can just stay on the couch tonight," he said, as amiably as he could, automatically assuming that he was, in fact, spending the night there that night. in his opinion, he was being unreasonably generous. if he had to sleep on china's comfortable couch instead of his comfortable bed, well, he might just have to make that sacrifice.
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Post by china on Oct 15, 2010 18:40:39 GMT -5
now china was beginning to feel bad. shu would sigh softly, getting up and unlocking the bedroom door, opening it a bit. he looked down at jung-su, eyes shifting upwards to the left as he pondered - and despite being pretty 'wtf' at how he was pretty much in this... odd fake marriage...? seriously, china was beginning to think that jung-su thought he was his wife or something. well bitch better know how to cook, or shu would be pretty rawr at him.
"you're really clingy, you know." he would say coldly, however the fact was that he opened the door more and was pretty much letting him back in, despite his mean response. he chugged down the rest of the vodka before walking to the other side of the room, turning the television on (flat screen tv bby) and flicking through the channels, computer also being turned on. might as well get comfortable since he was going to be having company... again. "at this point i think i might as well just keep you here, you practically live and freeload off me anyways. i deserve something more than just sex. therefore consider yourself apart of the middle kingdom now, got it?" he stubbornly put, a hand on his side as he narrowed his eyes at jung-su.
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Post by south korea on Oct 15, 2010 18:47:08 GMT -5
AND I GET WHAT I WANT, MY NAME IS MY CREDIT CARD . well, if that wasn't an invite to move in, jung-su didn't know what was. coming from china, he was pretty pleased at the response. when the door was opened he grinned cheekily at china, brushing at strands of unruly blond hair before he hopped to his feet and hummed a tune.
"mmk, whatever you want," he replied, his tone noncommittal. he slipped into the bedroom (which no longer smelled like cigarette) and tugged on the sleeve of his shirt. nonchalantly, jung-su hopped onto the bed next to shu and stretched out comfortably, rubbing one socked foot with the other. "but when we get married, i get to be the groom," he added slyly, blowing more hair from his face as he lounged against the many pillows of china's bed. it was only fair, after all -- even though shu usually topped.
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Post by china on Oct 15, 2010 18:59:08 GMT -5
"no." he flatly put to the suggestion of being the groom, and that was that.
wait, huh?
"i mean, what? who said we're getting married!?" dude south korea just totally mindfucked him. a glare was given, and as jung-su sprawled all over his bed, shu would grit his teeth a bit. okay, he wasn't normally this annoyed, but south korea just wasn't serious. ever. or at least, china never could tell when he was serious. a sigh escaped his mouth, and he would shift to his bed, sitting on the edge of it with his back turned to the 'boy', in which he would try his best to relax but not to much, otherwise he would get raped or something, knowing jung-su.
"why don't you just comb it to the side. or cut it." he would mutter, a hand running through the others hair and pushing some of it out of the middle of his face, revealing his eyes. okay, maybe that was a bit too affectionate and china felt kind of weird for doing it, but all that blowing was... man, why was people so lazy. >:c
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