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Post by thatotherguy on Dec 17, 2011 2:18:25 GMT -5
It's simple really. Your character woke up next to the one above them. What's their reaction?
I expect mayhem from this thread.
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Post by gilbertbeilschmidt on Dec 17, 2011 2:23:04 GMT -5
Omglol this will be fun....|D
"....West. YOU KEPT STEALING. THE SHEETS."
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Post by Russia on Dec 17, 2011 2:23:25 GMT -5
(( I feel so bad for the person who posts after me ))
Russia rolls over, feeling hung over and clings to whatever is next to him, assumes it is a pillow.
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Post by northernlion on Dec 17, 2011 2:51:34 GMT -5
Sweden briefly wonders what on earth happened last night and tucks his bedmate in before going to make coffee.
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Post by Russia on Dec 17, 2011 2:59:27 GMT -5
Russia keeps his eyes closed and reaches with possessive grabby hands for whatever had been there; he wonders why it went away and whines.
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Post by thatotherguy on Dec 17, 2011 7:00:31 GMT -5
Germany remains still and wonders who on earth is groping his back so early in the morning.
"......"
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Post by thelasttrophy on Dec 17, 2011 11:51:27 GMT -5
Italy is okay with this.
...Italy is very okay with this. Cue clinging and going back to sleep.
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Post by America on Dec 17, 2011 14:53:19 GMT -5
((mayhem. yeah. here it comes.))
America beings to stir with an exhausted yawn and rubs at his eyes. He doesn't look all too surprised when he finds the other nation beside him. It's too cold and way too early for him to react normally to this. Maybe he will when he's actually awake enough to think about it, but for now, he sinks back under his covers.
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Post by the Netherlands on Dec 17, 2011 18:04:07 GMT -5
(I shouldn't be allowed to reply in threads like these past midnight)
The Netherlands is quite the heavy sleeper, and when he opens his eyes he just think it's some kind of strange dream. Why else would this random blonde be in his bed? It was not even female. He had even no idea who it was, although he did seem familiar. Something was off though. But then again, in dreams anything could happen. Mumbling something he just turns around and closes his eyes again, sleeping further.
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Post by America on Dec 17, 2011 18:06:08 GMT -5
America stared with wide eyes, more awake than he'd ever been. Why was Edward Cullen in his bed, and God, oh God, why did he not remember how it happened?
((/SHOT))
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Post by trap on Dec 19, 2011 18:06:25 GMT -5
Vietnam froze as she felt the presence of another in her bed, the warmth alerting her to that fact. Praying, desperately hoping that one of her siblings had decided to crawl into bed with her (it happened more often than not), she sat up, warily casting her eyes on her bedmate. America. Châu My was in her bed. Turning bright, crimson red, she considered smothering him with her pillow for a moment, before she warily slid out of bed and left the room, locking the door behind her. Perhaps Russia would lend her some bombs. They were good partners, after all.
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Post by rydia on Jan 16, 2012 11:43:53 GMT -5
It was a mess of legs, hair, and hands all over her bed. Either Seychelles had crawled into Vietnam's bed or the reverse, but it didn't matter to the ground. The sun wasn't peeking into the room, so there was no need to figure things like that out. The only thing she needed to do was sleep. Vietnam was sleep and not completely about the situation, so she shouldn't either. Besides, Vietnam always smelled so nice...plus she was really cuddly and warm when sleep.
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Post by brazilyan on Feb 8, 2012 19:46:21 GMT -5
Stretching, Brazil discovers that there's a small, adorable person in bed with her. Not particularly minding it, Brazil cuddles them like they're a big ol' teddy bear.
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