Hetalia Mad Libs:
Slamming your head off your coffee table for the umpteenth time already, you groaned. You were developing a massive headache from all this bickering going on between the three men in front of you. And let me tell you... They were going at it like wild dogs..... Or it could be slamming your head off the table, either one.
"BOYS!" you finally yelled, lifting your head up from the coffee table.
They immediately seized their arguing and looked at you.
"Does it REALLY matter who gets the last Wii remote!? I mean, you could just take turns!" you suggested.
You had the three over our house for game night, but you only had three Wii remotes and there were four of you. So conflict was inevitable.
"No, because zhen zhe scores vill be all messed up!" Gilbert explained, waving the remote in front of your face.
You moved it away from your face with a slightly aggravated expression, when suddenly an idea hit you, "I know how to settle this!"
You went to grab your laptop and charger. When you returned, you plugged it into the wall and logged on.
"Well, what did you have in mind?" Toni asked, peaking at the screen over your shoulder.
You smirked at the screen as you pulled up the website that would settle things once and for all, "Mad libs."
The trio looked at each other skeptically, then back at you.
"Toni, go sit down." you stated, then began explaining the rules, "The first to laugh, other than me since its my gaming system, looses and doesn't get a controller."
"Bring it on." Gilbert laughed, leaning on his hands casually.
"Alright, here goes..." you anticipated as you clicked on a title that seemed interesting. You chose, 'Can I Have Your Daughter's Hand?'
"Mmmkay... Francis, I need a silly name."
"Gilbert." he replied with a smug look on his face. Gilbert rolled his eyes.
"Toni, gimme a silly word."
"Ummm.... Fluff." smiled.
"Gilbert, a verb."
"Fuck." he smirked, seeming proud of himself.
You sighed, "Fine.... Francis, a noun."
"Lady." he answered, flipping his hair a bit.
"Anotonio, a plural body part.", you knew where this would end up going.
Gilbert and Francis gave him the same look. "Go for it." Gilbert whispered to him.
Toni shook his head vigorously and said, "Legs."
You gave him a thankful look that he didn't say what you thought he was going to say and continued, "Gilbert, female name- oh God..."
"Should've guessed," you sighed, "Francis, a verb ending in 'ed'."
"Kissed." Of course...
"Antonio, a noun."
"Tomato!" he cheered excitedly.
"Gilbert, a plural noun."
"Francis, a verb."
"Love." he replied dreamily.
"Toni, a noun."
"Flail." he laughed.
"Gilbert, give me an occupation." you raised your eyebrows.
This first thing that came into his mind when you said occupation was a scene of you in a sexy nurses outfit, "Nurse."
"Francis, a number."
He smirked, "69."
You rolled your eyes and continued, "Toni, a verb."
"Gilbert, a silly word."
"How do you spell that?" you asked, your voice dripping with embarrassment.
"O. N. O. M. A. T. O. P. O. E. I. A."
"Thanks. Okay, Francis a name."
"Mine, of course."
"Alright, if you say so." you giggled, "Ready?"
"Do it." Gilbert said almost deviously.
You struggled to keep from laughing as you read,
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Fluff,
Will you let me Fuck your Lady? Ever since I have laid Legs on (Y/n), I have Kissed madly in love with her. I wish that she will be the Tomato of my Birds and that someday we will Love happily ever after. I have a Flail as a/an Nurse that pays $69 each month. I promise to Dance (Y/n) with kindness and respect.
(TUNE IN NEXT PART TO SEE WHO LAUGHED)