Anything can be USUK/UKUS game

Well the game is slightly different when I played it somewhere else, but I thought since this this is a USUK/UKUS RP forum, it'll be more fun if we playing it with that pairing.

Basically the person post a word, and the next person will have to make it seem USUK/UKUS related in 1-5 sentence (can be any type of sentences). Don't leave without posting another word for the next person to use.

For example, if someone above me wrote Apples

I can write

"America! You bloody tart! Did you even know that I was the one who gave you the bleeding Apple Pie recipe! In fact I gave you those stupid apples in the first place!"

yeah XD, something like that.

Lets get started:

Glasses

"Arthur, where did I put my glasses?"

"Did you check your face, luv?"

"Oh hush, The hero would notice that! I'm just gonna grab some more ice cream from the fridge and-... I found them."

((I'm sorry that was lame. >A< Anyways, here's the new word ))

Time

It was only regarding the past where time held any meaning to him. But that too was nothing but a fading echo.

"For what is the meaning of time when I'm here in your arms. We are not making history; we are making eternity reality, Alfred."

RADIO

Of the sounds mixing in the air were creaks of bed springs and shuffles of covers, the sweet sounds of kisses and a hint of skin on skin. They weren't alone though with the sound of a low buzzing radio broadcast filtering through quietly.

"..and here's the wind up folks..He pitches. and it's a hit! There it goes over the fence! Home run for the Mets!"

"OH YEAH! TO THE PLAYOFFS WE GO BABY!"

"ALFRED! TURN THE BLOODY GAME OFF WHILE WE'RE MAKING OUT!"


FISH

Damn, Alfred realized he had slept in until lunch again. In an attempt to discourage this, apparently Arthur had decided to cook. With a sigh, the American went down to the kitchen and slid an arm around the grumpy Englishman's waist so he could be easily pushed out of the kitchen.

"Tried to make brochet au four, darlin'?"

The only response was a slap and grumbling about how Arthur was making an English dish, not a tasteless French one.

SAND

The sand was warm between his toes and against his back and the day was beautiful. But when he got home and found sand in rather unmentionable places, Alfred regretted letting Arthur talk him into sex on the beach.



Hourglass

Arthur was staring at the hourglass again. Alfred didn't know how to approach his lover in moments such as these. It was only then did he ever feel the centuries that separated them. But how could he know that Arthur was reminded of the fleeting lives of humans that seemed to pass like the sands of the hourglass? Or that Arthur once sailed under a black flag with an hourglass upon it, reminding fellow sailors that their time on this earth was fleeting?

NOODLES

Arthur stared at the impossibly close face of his lover, separated only by a single short strand of noddle. A strand of noddle that was quickly become shorter and shorter! Oh why did he agreed to reenact that scene from that movie, that was about dogs no less!?


FIRE

Alfred was scrunched up as close as possible to the fireplace of Arthur's apartment. It was rainy and cold outside and just the type of weather Alfred hated. Arthur however, had grown to love this type of weather and for one reason only. He moved from his favorite reclining chair and sat behind Alfred letting the younger boy lean back on him. This was that reason.

Plushie

"I-it wasn't necessary, git!"

He had expected that Arthur would start complaining, even if it was obvious that he had wanted that plushie. The way Arthur was hugging the unicorn that Alfred won for him, and that little smile that appeared on his face everytime he glanced at it was enough proof.

"T-thank you, though... I-I mean, now everyone's watching us and you didn't have to! But thank you..." It had been merely a whisper, but it was enough for Alfred.

See, he was right, Arthur had wanted that unicorn plushie.

Sunshine

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine... you make me ha - happy, when the skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I - I love you, please don't take my sunshine a- " England choked on the last words, for now that America is no longer there, the sun, indeed, no longer shines on the British lands.

Ring

(Laaaate. I wrote one for Sunshine, the last topic. I feel as though my long ramble-y compound sentences cheat even if there are only five of them, so maybe it's for the best)

It was always that one beam of light, the blinding kind that made his head throb and pound, that always seemed to weasel its way through the drapes and stir Arthur from his sleep after a particularly eventful night at the pubs. Not that he usually remembered what happened of course, or even would realize such as he tugged at the duvet and rolled over once more trying to ignore the irritation. But, just as his luck would have it, this was hardly manageable causing the sandy blonde to grumble and curse and finally open his eyes. The sight he was met with wasn't a new one, golden hair, broad back and tan skin snuggled comfortably down into the mattress, his mattress, and stealing most if not all of the covers. With a sigh and a rather forceful kick, followed by a crash and a moan, Arthur was ready to curl back up and sleep off his hangover for at least a few more hours while that Alfred and his smile got the hell out of his house for the nth time.

Ring

"Ring a ring of rosies..." He giggled, delirious as he lay swathed under blanket after blankets. Somewhere, America was calling up France, Italy, anyone to find out why the hell England was contracting the bubonic plague centuries after its devastating epidemic. "A pocketful of posies," he sang, his fingers lightly raking over the rashes forming, drawing droplets of blood. "Atishoo, atishoo, we all fall down-"

And fall he did.


((...oops. Morbid. ))

I forgot D:



CINNAMON

Arthur had always been transfixed by cinnamon.

It had been such a rare spice, discovered in Ceylon oh so many centuries ago. When he had sailed under the black flag, it had not been simply in search of gold, but rare exotic treasures such as cinnamon.

With such a history behind it, Arthur was quite stunned at the amount of cinnamon Alfred was dumping into his homemade applesauce. Surely this was a waste of the spice that Arthur had quite literally killed for lo those many years ago.

(( bah, I can't keep pirate Arthur out of my little drabbles))

DOLL

"It's creepy, Alfred." He tugged at the doll in Alfred's hand, who in turn paid no attention to Arthur's comment.

"C'mon now, Artie, I think it looks a lot like you! I find it quite cute!" Alfred poked at the eyebrows made of some sort of fuzzy wool, emphasising his comment.

Arthur simply gave up - even if it looked too much like him, too much; it was probably his paranoia kicking in. Even if it was wearing an imitation of the exact same clothes he was donning now, even if it was frowning and mirroring the expression on his face, even if there were marks all over it in the exact spots of his scars.

Even if.



GUNS

"Hey Arthur, have you ever fired your gun in the air and yelled 'aaaagh!'?"

"Hey Arthur, have you ever fired two guns whilst jumping through the air?"

"Hey Arthur, have you ever fired one gun whilst jumping through the air? "

It was in this moment that Arthur realized how much he truly regretted letting Alfred watch Hot Fuzz.

(( This is lame, but I couldn't resist. ))

DANCING

The doll looked just like him. Beautiful blond hair and clear blue eyes... Arthur smiled softly and stroked the doll's hair gently. "It's alright now, Alfred. No one can hurt you now."

(I... I don't know sorry or the creepiness xDDD. Whoooooops wrote this for the doll prompt but my internet is dying so it's not working xD)

DANCING

"Alfred," Arthur said breathlessly, his head spinning as large hands slid down his sides, "Alfred, I've never done these kind of steps before. I- I don't know what to do next."

A warm chuckle gusted across his ear, and he trembled slightly, relaxing back against those hands. "It's easy," Alfred murmured from behind him. "Just follow my lead."

IRON

"N-nissa..."

The fairy lay on the ground, looking more like road kill than a centuries old friend of the island nation's. Arthur searched for words, glancing at Alfred, who had brought the offending gift which the small fairy had simply flittered over to inspect.

Iron, that must've been the cause.

Arthur swallowed and couldn't help but feel betrayed, despite the fact that the young lad had nothing but the best intentions.

(( whoops, couldn't help but stick in angst. So basically fairies are weak against iron, and if the fairies aren't strong enough it'll outright kill them. ))

LEGACY

FFFFFF- well, erm, looks like that word was a bit difficult. Sorry guys.

Let's do a different one. How about...

STORM

"Suitcase, check, plane tickets, check, Phone in charger, check, Alarm clock, check... Alright, totally ready!" America exclaim loudly to himself. He was going to visit England the next day and his flight is at 8:30am, this time, he's going to show up on time and totally surprise the Brit.

America shuts the light and climbed onto bed. It wasn't long before he was asleep, not even the wind storm howling loudly outside stirred him.

The American stirred awake and stared goggling at the clock, but the electronic clock was blank. The blond looked at the watch in his hand, it reads 11:30am.

(So much fail... X'O. I couldn't think of anything, so I wrote what kinda happened to me today. My finals was at 8:30am. We had a wind storm last night and it cut the power source so my alarm went dead when I was asleep... lucky I set the alarm on my phone too or it would not end well... sadly that was not the case for America...)

Lights

"Stare at the pretty lights," Alfred chanted, "stare at the pretty lights..."

Arthur stifled a snort at the phrase - had he not known what the lad was playing, he would have thought he was mental. He leant over to say something when the earbuds they were sharing suddenly issued a low growl that had even him sitting up in alarm.

"Oh- shit- no- Go away- nonononono!" Alfred wailed, wildly maneuvering the mouse and smashing the keyboard.

Trust the lad to play Amnesia when he was already dead afraid of horror movies.


((Amnesia the Dark Descent :D Awesome game. I love hearing people (grown men) cry.))


Edit: herpderp. Thanks!

FIREFLIES

((coughcoughOwlCitycoughcough))

((*clicks tongue* You forgot another prompt!))

Arthur had never been able to say no to Alfred's requests. Now the little colony was growing into a young boy and well... Arthur supposed he could allow the boy to play hide and seek with the other children after dark. The fairies he'd send to watch over the child would be indistinguishable from the many fireflies, after all.

((ffft, let's hope I don't pick another ridiculous prompt again.))

BLUES