Jul. 11th, 2010 10:13 pm
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Title: CONCACAF Buddies
Author: Me.
Characters: OC!Mexico, America, OC!Honduras, England, Prussia, Spain. Mentions of Germany, France, Australia, New Zealand, OC!Algeria, OC!Slovenia, Ghana, OC!Serbia, ans Switzerland.
Rating/Warnings: PG. Drinking?
Summary: Kink Meme Prompt: What happens before/after FIFA World Cup games. The CONCACAF Nations like hanging out.
Mexico sat and waited outside of the locker rooms. She saw Algeria and Slovenia leave, in tears, and England leave, already partying. She said hi to Germany, Ghana, Australia, and Serbia when they went in, and Australia asked her if she needed him to wait with her, but she said she was fine, but to tell America to hurry the hell up, because they really needed to go.
Australia apparently delivered his message speedily because America was outside a few moments later.
“Haha, sorry about that,” he laughed nervously, “Everyone’s still kinda partying.”
Mexico glared, but there wasn’t any malice in it. Her boys were still partying somewhere too, either that or training.
“I suppose I should congratulate you on your win then?” His grin widened in anticipation, “I’m not going to.”
“Aw, why not?”
“It’s just going to go to your head, and god knows your ego doesn’t need the boost,” she smirked and America knew she was just being playful.
“True enough, I guess. Should we get going?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
They ended up at a bar that South Africa took them all to on their first night in town. It became the place for nations to hang out with each other and their fans after the matches, and sure enough, England and his fans had already painted the place red and white.
“America!” the green eyed nation shouted as the two of them entered the bar, “There ya are!” a red faced England stumbled away from the group of English fans he was with to sling an arm around the younger nation, “Was lookin’ for ya! C’mon an’ ‘ave a pint!”
“Maybe later England,” he carefully disentangled himself and led him back over to his fans, “there’s something I’ve got to do first.”
“Yer loss there…” he shouted as he was handed over, “I might not be conscious by then! ‘Nother round for everyone in the bar!” England shouted, to the cheers of everyone else in the bar. Mexico and America grabbed their drinks, with America snatching a third, and made their way through the crowd to the booth in the back corner, where Honduras was waiting for them.
“What took you two so long?” he asked as America handed him his drink.
“Someone was still gloating in the locker room,” Mexico stared pointedly at America as he sat down across from them.
“Haha shut up.”
“So…” Honduras asked after he sipped his drink with a blush, “H-how’s Bornstein doing?”
“He’s thrilled and celebrating, just like the rest of the team.”
“You want to give him a call and congratulate him Honduras?” Mexico mocked with a smirk. America laughed as he lightly shoved her.
“Sh-shut up…” he muttered and blushed some more before asking, “Who paid for this round?”
“England,” Mexico nodded towards the Englishman, who had somehow lost his shirt.
“Think we can get him to buy the next one?”
“Pft, losers buy,” America stated, “that’s how it’s always been. This one was just a gift.”
“So, Mexico’s paying?”
“Hey, I’m advancing. That’s a win in my book. Besides, I bought drinks yesterday!”
“But America won, so who’s buying?” the other two stared at him, “…I already bought the rounds for the loss against Spain!” They kept staring, “You both suck.”
America and Mexico shared a laugh that was infectious enough to get Honduras going too.
Honduras bought the next few rounds, much to his chagrin. Half way through the third, Germany and Prussia stumbled into the bar and announced their victory by buying everyone drinks, which the three of them greedily took. From then on, Prussia bought everyone drinks.
Eventually all of the nations in the bar, which ended up also including Australia, New Zealand, Spain, and France, ended up at their booth, which was fine, until England, drunk as a skunk, passed out right there on the table after shouting obscenities at France. America decided it was probably best to bring him back at that point.
“Oh, Honduras,” he stopped to say after he got England securely on his back, “your match is Friday right?”
“Yeah…” he muttered, “Against Switzerland.”
“No!” Spain lunged across the table to drag him into a hug, “you must be careful my lil’ henchmen! He is heartless! Heartless I say!”
“Let go of me. I’m not your henchmen anymore,” he muttered as he sipped his beer, “And you beat me pretty good already.”
“But…but…” the Spaniard cried as he was dragged back to his side of the table by his friends.
“So, we’ll meet here after you lose so you can buy us drinks?” Mexico smirked. Honduras lightly punched her shoulder.
“I’m not going to lose…maybe.”
“You’re so going DOWN!” Prussia felt the need to shout at that moment. Mexico kicked him under the table as America smacked his head.
“See you two then. I’ll send Bornstein your love, Honduras!” He laughed as Honduras slid deeper into the booth, face scarlet, muttering his “Shut ups” as Mexico taunted him.
And with that, America was on the long walk back to the hotel.
“Oi,” an English voice said in his ear, “Why didn’ ya wanna drink with me?”
“I did drink with you!”
“Not a’ first…” he muttered.
“Jealous much?”
“A-absolutely not ya bloody…jus’ wonderin’…”
“…Half of the guys in this thing are from your conference,” America answered after a while, “but…it’s just the three of us. We just want to stick together, I suppose.”
“Mm…sentimental git.”
“I suppose,” he chuckled, “Does that mean I have your forgiveness for ditching you?”
“Mm,” England hummed. Moments later a light snoring entered America’s ears.
America looked up at the moon, somehow brighter here in South Africa, though it might just have been the joy of victory making it so. Vaguely, he wondered if Honduras did lose, he could set him up with Bornstein to make it up for him…
A/N: -CONCACAF - Confederation of North, Central American and Caribbean Association Football. So, all the North American, Central American, and Caribbean island nations' conference.
-Johnathan Bornstein is a defender for the US. Honduras is crushing on him because of this.
Title: CONCACAF Buddies
Author: Me.
Characters: OC!Mexico, America, OC!Honduras, England, Prussia, Spain. Mentions of Germany, France, Australia, New Zealand, OC!Algeria, OC!Slovenia, Ghana, OC!Serbia, ans Switzerland.
Rating/Warnings: PG. Drinking?
Summary: Kink Meme Prompt: What happens before/after FIFA World Cup games. The CONCACAF Nations like hanging out.
Mexico sat and waited outside of the locker rooms. She saw Algeria and Slovenia leave, in tears, and England leave, already partying. She said hi to Germany, Ghana, Australia, and Serbia when they went in, and Australia asked her if she needed him to wait with her, but she said she was fine, but to tell America to hurry the hell up, because they really needed to go.
Australia apparently delivered his message speedily because America was outside a few moments later.
“Haha, sorry about that,” he laughed nervously, “Everyone’s still kinda partying.”
Mexico glared, but there wasn’t any malice in it. Her boys were still partying somewhere too, either that or training.
“I suppose I should congratulate you on your win then?” His grin widened in anticipation, “I’m not going to.”
“Aw, why not?”
“It’s just going to go to your head, and god knows your ego doesn’t need the boost,” she smirked and America knew she was just being playful.
“True enough, I guess. Should we get going?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
They ended up at a bar that South Africa took them all to on their first night in town. It became the place for nations to hang out with each other and their fans after the matches, and sure enough, England and his fans had already painted the place red and white.
“America!” the green eyed nation shouted as the two of them entered the bar, “There ya are!” a red faced England stumbled away from the group of English fans he was with to sling an arm around the younger nation, “Was lookin’ for ya! C’mon an’ ‘ave a pint!”
“Maybe later England,” he carefully disentangled himself and led him back over to his fans, “there’s something I’ve got to do first.”
“Yer loss there…” he shouted as he was handed over, “I might not be conscious by then! ‘Nother round for everyone in the bar!” England shouted, to the cheers of everyone else in the bar. Mexico and America grabbed their drinks, with America snatching a third, and made their way through the crowd to the booth in the back corner, where Honduras was waiting for them.
“What took you two so long?” he asked as America handed him his drink.
“Someone was still gloating in the locker room,” Mexico stared pointedly at America as he sat down across from them.
“Haha shut up.”
“So…” Honduras asked after he sipped his drink with a blush, “H-how’s Bornstein doing?”
“He’s thrilled and celebrating, just like the rest of the team.”
“You want to give him a call and congratulate him Honduras?” Mexico mocked with a smirk. America laughed as he lightly shoved her.
“Sh-shut up…” he muttered and blushed some more before asking, “Who paid for this round?”
“England,” Mexico nodded towards the Englishman, who had somehow lost his shirt.
“Think we can get him to buy the next one?”
“Pft, losers buy,” America stated, “that’s how it’s always been. This one was just a gift.”
“So, Mexico’s paying?”
“Hey, I’m advancing. That’s a win in my book. Besides, I bought drinks yesterday!”
“But America won, so who’s buying?” the other two stared at him, “…I already bought the rounds for the loss against Spain!” They kept staring, “You both suck.”
America and Mexico shared a laugh that was infectious enough to get Honduras going too.
Honduras bought the next few rounds, much to his chagrin. Half way through the third, Germany and Prussia stumbled into the bar and announced their victory by buying everyone drinks, which the three of them greedily took. From then on, Prussia bought everyone drinks.
Eventually all of the nations in the bar, which ended up also including Australia, New Zealand, Spain, and France, ended up at their booth, which was fine, until England, drunk as a skunk, passed out right there on the table after shouting obscenities at France. America decided it was probably best to bring him back at that point.
“Oh, Honduras,” he stopped to say after he got England securely on his back, “your match is Friday right?”
“Yeah…” he muttered, “Against Switzerland.”
“No!” Spain lunged across the table to drag him into a hug, “you must be careful my lil’ henchmen! He is heartless! Heartless I say!”
“Let go of me. I’m not your henchmen anymore,” he muttered as he sipped his beer, “And you beat me pretty good already.”
“But…but…” the Spaniard cried as he was dragged back to his side of the table by his friends.
“So, we’ll meet here after you lose so you can buy us drinks?” Mexico smirked. Honduras lightly punched her shoulder.
“I’m not going to lose…maybe.”
“You’re so going DOWN!” Prussia felt the need to shout at that moment. Mexico kicked him under the table as America smacked his head.
“See you two then. I’ll send Bornstein your love, Honduras!” He laughed as Honduras slid deeper into the booth, face scarlet, muttering his “Shut ups” as Mexico taunted him.
And with that, America was on the long walk back to the hotel.
“Oi,” an English voice said in his ear, “Why didn’ ya wanna drink with me?”
“I did drink with you!”
“Not a’ first…” he muttered.
“Jealous much?”
“A-absolutely not ya bloody…jus’ wonderin’…”
“…Half of the guys in this thing are from your conference,” America answered after a while, “but…it’s just the three of us. We just want to stick together, I suppose.”
“Mm…sentimental git.”
“I suppose,” he chuckled, “Does that mean I have your forgiveness for ditching you?”
“Mm,” England hummed. Moments later a light snoring entered America’s ears.
America looked up at the moon, somehow brighter here in South Africa, though it might just have been the joy of victory making it so. Vaguely, he wondered if Honduras did lose, he could set him up with Bornstein to make it up for him…
A/N: -CONCACAF - Confederation of North, Central American and Caribbean Association Football. So, all the North American, Central American, and Caribbean island nations' conference.
-Johnathan Bornstein is a defender for the US. Honduras is crushing on him because of this.