International Drabbles & One-Shots

Laser Tag

{Me+No Sleep=This. Longer than usual}

(Team 1: America, Prussia, & Denmark. Aka the Awesome Trio

Team 2: England, Norway, & Romania. The Magic Trio

Team 3: Italy, Germany, & Japan. The Axis

Team 4: The Netherlands, Switzerland, & Austria, or the Money Trio)

"You guys are going down!" America taunted as the group walked into the room where the rounds of laser tag would be, which was sci-fi themed, of course.

"Ja! No one can escape my awesomeness!" Prussia added, competitively ramming into Austria's shoulder before getting to the front of the crowd.

"Yeah, what chance do we have against you lot of tossers." Britain retorted sarcastically, folding his arms with his gun in hand.

"This isn't a war or anything, calm down." Switzerland grumbled, already eager to use his gun, even if it was only for the game.

"Then you wouldn't be here, huh, Mr. Neutral Swiss cheese?" America said, earning a disgruntled huff from the Germanic country. He turned to his team, who were all leading the rest of the nations. "We're so gonna win! Booyah!"

"Well, we are the best." Denmark agreed. Norway muttered something under his breath behind Denmark him, though the oblivious country kept the confident grin on his face. They got to the dark room, the sudden black lights illuminating all the lighter colors on them and their vests. That wasn't the only thing it lit up, though.

"Ahah! Look! I glow like a fairy!" Prussia laughed, his albino complexion giving him a pretty big disadvantage in the game.

"Fairies are brighter and have a colored aura, you twit." England uttered from behind the Netherlands, who seemed uninterested in the current events.

"Well you would know, wouldn't cha." America snorted. England said nothing.

"I'll be the White Flash! Kesesese! You'll never see me coming! Wait, scratch that." The nations broke off into their groups, heading towards the designated areas on other sides of the room. America, Denmark, and Prussia huddled in one corner behind a wall segment, with Netherlands, Austria, and Switzerland occupying the corner closest to England, Norway, and Romania. Italy, Japan, and Germany seemed to seize a place against a wall instead of a corner. The room would be pitch black if it weren't for the neon lighting on the wall segments used for impromptu cover scattered around the room. This was a game of capture the flag, and everyone was set on winning. It would be a tough game.

With flags in place in their makeshift bases, everyone got their guns in place. The loud alarm that sounded the beginning of the game rang throughout the room, and immediately the lasers were being shot. Denmark stayed behind to guard the flag as America and Prussia jumped over the obstacles to go and conquer the other teams. Right now, orders can be heard from Germany, who was more than likely guiding his team, and hollers and shouts of triumph and dismay from all around the room.

"You bloody git!" England cursed as America shot him for the fifth time and running away, laughing.

"Hey, Norge! Norge! Wait!" Denmark yelled as Norway surged past him, pursuing Italy, which of course, ended with him drawing attention to himself and getting himself shot by the Netherlands.

"Just business." He'd amend before leaving to somewhere else in the room. Meanwhile, Switzerland didn't miss his targets once. Especially since Prussia was just running around the room and shooting anything that moves. He even shot America and Denmark once or twice in the process.

Austria slid behind some cover, already winded from barely escaping Germany. Good thing his team was a good shot. He was near their flag, the only one as his teammates were out and about. "Kesesese!" Oh no. He peeked around the side of his cover, studying the room for a second. No moving, telltale bright lights around him just yet. He let out a sigh of relief as he turned around, jumping out of his skin as he was met gunpoint by barely visible ruby eyes against Prussia's glow and his smug grin.

"Here's awesome!"

"Oh mein Gott!"

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"Germany! I don't like this game! I don't!" Italy shook his head, hiding behind the stronger nation. Germany grunted as he scoped for any threats. He pinpointed Prussia across the room, easy with his 'white flash.' Japan was silently slinking around the room, probably close to a base if he hasn't gotten caught yet.

"Shush, or you'll give us away." Germany whispered, not even sure where the rivaling teams were or how well they were fairing. In fact, someone could be near them right now. "Don't get spotted, I'll be right back."

"Okay, Germany." Italy complied, adjusting his grip on his gun. "I want some pasta." He muttered.

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"Yo, I'm on a roll!" America boasted as he aimed a shot at Romania after seeing him charge into a base by them with Norway.

"Oh yeah, well I'm on a bagel." Denmark said, sticking close to his teammate. America stifled a laugh.

"Okay, dude. We need a few more flags and we got this in the bag." America said simply, looking around for any threats. He hasn't seen Japan in a while.

"What about our flag?" Denmark pointed out. "If neither of us is guarding it, it's wide open for someone's taking. It'd be no sweat."

America shrugged, looking over his shoulder. "Pretty sure Prussia isn't going to give anyone that chance. Wherever he is. We won't either, though. So it's gonna be alright!" Denmark smiled and nodded in agreement.

"You so sure about that?" Britain laughed as he popped out from a nearby wall, gun in hand and a triumphant smirk visible.

"England, no."

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"Ja! Victory for us! You can't defeat awesome!"

"Told ya we'd win!"

"Greatness strikes again! Yaha!" The awesome trio whooped, taking lead again as they were leaving.

"It was a tie." Romania corrected, walking beside his team. Norway poked Denmark in the bag.

"You can't win when you're an easy shot, Dane." He pointed out.

"Austria knows all about being an easy shot." Prussia laughed, slinging an arm playfully around Austria's shoulders. Austria stiffened.

"Germany, how many points did everyone get? I lost count during the second round." Italy asked.

"Two."

"Oh."

"Dude, Japan, you were like a ninja in there! That's wicked rad!" America said, falling in step with the shorter and quieter country.

"Ah, thank you, America-san."

"Did Switzerland not even get hit?" Denmark asked, eyeing him.

The Netherlands glanced at the Nordic. "Yes. A lot, actually."

"Less than you, at least." Switzerland grumbled.

America cleared his throat. "Well, next time, we'll know who's obviously gonna win. Us!"

"Yeah, right!" England argued, crossing his arms. America snickered.

"I'll have what he's having." The Netherlands uttered.

"Oh. Next time?" Italy repeated unenthusiastically. "Yay."