aphanon_meme | part 359 survival horror tropes

[After hearing about the dog's death, he's even more determined to fight the people responsible for this. First, he needs to get some food to stave off the hunger, though]

[His stomach is growling, but rather than finishing the last of his bag of trail mix, he'll try the food from the banquet. He can save the remainder of the trail mix for later, and eat more appetizing food for now]

[He's busy filling his stomach with the cherries when he realizes how hot he's beginning to feel]

W-What on earth is going on here...?!

[Is he actually getting aroused from eating food?! He doesn't like food that much!! Not even potatoes!]

[Naturally he's ended up wandering this way after exploring the gardens and accidentally leaving Austria to fend for herself. Oops. He's not as starving as Germany is, thanks to his twin getting him some food, but he heads over to the food once he's arrived.]

[Pauses when he sees Germany. Considers the likelihood of embarrassing Germany versus embarrassing himself. Odds are high on Germany and he knows he's not playing the game. Good enough for him.]

Dunno, you're the expert here.

[Claps Germany on the shoulder with a grin, totally not noticing what's going on downstairs.]

[Twists around as much as he can while keeping his lower half facing away from Australia. There's not much he can do to hide the developing situation there, so it'll have to do]

Absolutely not! I wouldn't ask if I knew what was going on!

[Wait, is Australia just teasing him, or is he suffering the same fate as him?]

[...Tries sneaking a glance at Australia's crotch to confirm or deny his suspicion]

[Luckily for Germany he's still not looking there when he's so focused on his teasing!]

It was meant to be a compliment, honestly, some folk are so touc...

[...Is Germany looking at his crotch? Trails off as he tries to assess the situation. Yes, he's definitely checking out Queensland (which isn't reacting yet) and Germany gets a look in a return. One that's a lot more critical than it would be normally after their last encounter.]

...What exactly are ya doin'?

[Because it seems like there's something going on here and he wants to know what, exactly.]

[Flushes even more than he already was and his eyes dart back up to Australia's]

[He's not sure how to begin to explain this, and he can't turn around either, or Australia will find out about his turgid monolith for himself]

[Instead he tries giving Australia the cold shoulder, facing the banquet entirely, only glancing at Australia from the corner of his eyes]

Nothing!! I'm sorry, please just go over there for a while...!

[That's very suspicious, even for Germany and his uptight self. While he should be suspicious of Germany's motives, the flowers are working enough on him to take the edge off his guard. Well, more than usual anyway.]

Wait, are ya tryin' to bogart the food? Give over!

[Clearly that's the only thing that's causing Germany to give him the cold shoulder, since he still hasn't figured out the flowers are doing anything weird to them. With that he tries to shove Germany away from the table so he can have some of the food. It's not a smart move but he's not letting Germany get away with eating everything!]

[Oh, look. An excuse handed to him on a silver platter]

That's not it, don't be so hasty!!

[Never mind]

[Australia's shove catches him off guard. It's sudden and forceful enough to knock him off his feet, making him land on the ground, crushing a couple of flowers under his ass. The bulge of his quivering erection now visible to the world, Germany suddenly feels as vulnerable and uncomfortable as a turtle on its back]

[Quickly gets back on his feet and storms up to Australia, getting a little in his personal space]

Don't just suddenly knock people over like that!

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[Shame, because he would have believed that one and then nobody would ever have to know about Germany's shame.]

Hasty about --

[Oh, probably hasty about that, because he really wasn't expecting Germany to actually topple over from that shove. Now he feels kind of bad, for once, because Germany looks uncomfortable and embarrassed and --

Wait...

IS THAT AN ERECTION does Germany get boners from being pushed around this explains so much and yet so little and he's kind of staring because hey that's a pretty big dick Germany's got there. Huh. He's too caught up in contemplation about German sausage and his strange fascination with it to realise Germany's got up and all in his personal space until he's RIGHT THERE what the hell?]

...How come ya cracked a fat now but not when I actually, ya know, offered to give ya a root?

[Sorry Germany, your yelling is lost on him while he contemplates the mysteries of your boner. A very appealing mystery.]

[YES IT IS and yes he does, under the right circumstances, but that's not the point right now!]

[Flusters at that. Germany's usually quite blunt himself, but not when it comes to anything related to romance or sex]

S-Shut up! [Pulls at one of Australia's hair antennae for emphasis]

Something in the food, or this place, must be doing this! It's the only explanation that makes sense!

[You Germanics are a kinky lot, HE KNEW IT. His response to Germany flustering is to feel a little smug and weirdly, hot under the collar.]

What, are ya embarr-

[Stops mid-sentence when Germany grabs his hair, letting a noise that sounds suspiciously like "eep" before kicking at Germany as hard as he can to get him to let go. Of course, that's had its usual impact, increased by all the aphrodisiacs he's not even aware he's been inhaling, and his reaction to his surprisingly growing erection is to KICK AT GERMANY EVEN MORE.]

[Did Germany say something? He didn't notice among the kicking.]

Shit!

[If the first kick weren't enough to make him let go of Australia's hair, the subsequent kicks certainly are]

[He takes a step back, dodging the blows where he can. Australia still manages to land a kick on his legs, almost knocking him off his feet again. Another kick hits him hard in the stomach, making him nauseous for a second. That's going to bruise]

Damn it, Australia, knock it off!

[When the kicks keep coming, Germany's had enough. He spreads his own legs a little, adopting a secure, stable stance. Then he throws his arm back and swings his fist at Australia, aiming a right hook at his face]

[His attention's weirdly shot, which he can't explain beyond the fact he's still really turned on despite getting into a fight with Germany, but it's not enough to make him jump away when the kick finally hits Germany in the stomach. If he'd been asked who he'd end up actually fighting with in this thing, he probably wouldn't have guessed Germany, and certainly not when Germany is super freaking hard for some reason.]

The hell, you're the one who's assaulting people!

[He's not expecting Germany to go for his beautiful, beautiful face with a right hook like that -- he's more expecting a headbutt or maybe a blow job wait no not a blow job what the hell brain -- and so that punch cracks him right on the cheek. The blow makes him stagger back and he spits out some blood before launching himself at Germany in a move to try to pin Germany down. That's probably not the smartest idea with both of their...conditions but he's pissed off now, and he's been spoiling for a fight for the past two weeks under his optimism.]

[Germany has no idea what Australia's planning to do, and he has no idea what his weapon is either, so he doesn't want to let Australia get the upper hand. As soon as his punch connects and Australia staggers back, he follows, swinging his leg to sweep Australia's legs out from under him]

[But Australia's faster, throwing himself at him and knocking him down to the ground. He grunts in pain when he lands hard on his back. Australia's added weight only makes it worse, leaving him winded for a couple of seconds. But he doesn't let that stop him, fisting the collar of Australia's shirt with both his hands, he yanks him to the side with all his strength and moves to follow that momentum so he'll end up on top, if all goes well. Unfortunately he was pretty winded just a second ago]

I grabbed your hair! You're the one who started attacking me out of nowhere!

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[When he hears that impassioned exclamation nearby there's only a few logical sources for it, and a quick glance around confirm that it's Germany. Hmm. He's probably not too dangerous.]

I think they drugged the flowers somehow.

[Judging from his encounter with that anon...yes. Yes they did. Meanwhile he's trying to say this as though he's not equally aroused and ignoring it.]

[Gulps]

[Oh God, no, how is he supposed to hide his ~*~throbbing manmeat~*~ from everyone]

[Turns a little so he's at least looking at Lithuania when he's talking to him. Please excuse the fact he's a little stiff. In more ways than one]

Drugged the flowers...? Ah, that sounds absolutely ridiculous.

[Oh, good, they're facing each other. Now he has to try even harder to hide the fact that he's--ah--hard. At least when he's focusing on that it means he's not focusing on Germany's crotch. ...Not that he would be anyway.]

I realize it sounds ridiculous, but otherwise I don't know what it would be. It's not the food.

[Trust him, it's not the food. To his knowledge that anon didn't eat any of it.]

...I really hate the people running this.

[Sorry, Lithuania, but trying to look away from your erection is a lot like trying to escape the gravitational pull of a black hole. Somehow, through sheer power of will, Germany manages to tear his gaze away and stare at Lithuania's face and his face alone]

Ah, you too...?

[EXCUSE YOU he thought you were polite. You can't just stare at people's erections and then conversationally point them out! At least Germany manages to look at his face after a moment, but by then the damage is done and he's gone crimson.]

Yes, well.

[Is. Is there a reason you brought that up. Now he's just feeling awkward and trying extra hard not to look down. He can't help but sneak a quick peek at Germany's crotch, though--that was practically an invitation.]

[Sorry. He thought he saw what looked like some kind of monster in Lithuania's pants. When he looked and realized that it was something else, the damage was already done. And he can't just stare at someone's crotch and leave it at that! What would Lithuania have thought of him then?]

[Ah. Well. Enjoy the peek at his ~*~saluting sausage sword~*~. Thankfully for the both of them, it's still covered by his pants]

[Looks everywhere except at Lithuania's head ~~- either of them -~~ and clears his throat, trying to focus on Denmark's idea. Perhaps if Lithuania has a good weapon and is willing to help them...]

[Give him a minute. This is really awkward]

What... What weapon did they give you?

[Well, his is too. It hasn't miraculously escaped its confines as they've been sitting there. He self-consciously shifts to try and hide it as he takes in Germany's question. Thank God for changes of subject.]

A taser, technically. But Abigail--ah, America, that is--has it now. But I have Norway's sword.

[...Don't ask. He nods to where it's sitting next to him on the ground ~~so you'll stop looking at his dick~~.]

Why?

[It's not like he's going to attack in this state.]

[Tries not to gape when he hears that Denmark received a hammer, Lithuania a taser and Norway a sword. He's beginning to wonder if everybody received a useful weapon except for him and Italy. But he'd rather that the others don't know his weapon is not that good. His bulletproof vest only has a defensive function and no offensive power, so he fears that if someone with a better weapon hears his own isn't that great, they'll try to take it by force]

[~~Both are impressive swords~~]

Ah, I talked with Denmark.

[Lowers his voice a little, just to be careful] He mentioned the idea of trying to attack whoever's in charge and escaping that way.

[He leaves it at that for now, gauging Lithuania's interest. Or lack thereof]

[That sounds slightly more promising than the plan of escaping the island, at least. He keeps his face carefully neutral for now.]

Do you know where they're located, though?

[Are they even on the island? He would feel really stupid if they weren't. He wouldn't necessarily be against the idea, but he's not using his energy on something poorly planned out.]

...Who else is involved in this?

[Shakes his head]

It's doubtful that they're still at the starting point, that would be too easy. But Italy told me America has binoculars. If we can find a proper vantage point, we can use those to search this island and look for the people responsible. And for any weaknesses in their defense.

Ah, so far, it's Denmark and I. [As far as he knows, at least]

I thought Italy and America were trying to escape the island. They changed their minds?

[Good, because he doesn't want America blown up. Or Italy, for that matter.]

It's worth a try, I guess, but we'd have to be careful about it.

[The other three don't seem well-suited to espionage and assassination, but maybe that's just his opinion. It's better than wandering around waiting to die.]

I don't know. I haven't been able to find them since it was announced that escaping is impossible.

[He's been keeping an eye out for them and Japan, wanting to make sure they don't try to escape anyway]

[Sighs]

Considering how well they've thought this through, it's not going to be easy...

[Glances at all the food beside them]

Ah, we should fill up on food while we're here. You're sure it's not the food that's [vaguely gestures in the direction of their weeping cocks] responsible for this?

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