Every 10th

Okay, so how this game works is that basically, we all get to count! Yay fun times! Example:

Player one: 1
Player two: 2
Player one: 3
Player Three: 4

Easy, right? Yeah, and kinda boring, too xD but as you may have guessed by the title, something interesting happens when you get to each 10th number - that’s any multiple of ten. If you don’t know your ten times table, then, erm, you kinda suck. but its cool, we'll teach you~ CB

So every time you hit a multiple of 10, you get to request a drabble [for those of you who don't know the lingo, a drabble is a fic of 100 words]. Then whoever posts next has to write it for you; So if you are gonna post next, make sure you're actually gonna be able to write it - you've got enough time, you actually know who the characters are, that kinda thing.

Lets do another example:

me: 28
you: 29
them: 30! now write about me taking over the world
us: 31. fine -____-

Y'see? That’s how it works. You can edit your post to include the drabble when you're done, or PM it to the person its for. Might be nice if we could all read them, though C:

And on that note, I now pronounce this game open!

1

2!

3. (Tres, San, Tri...)

4~

5~ 8D

6

7!

8~

9, aaand....

lol since no one has taken the opportunity...

10!

Okay, now, lets see here... write me Al and Danii trying to make their way home, as drunk as possible. |D

Why has no one picked this up yet? Can they not see the hells we can unleash upon each other? xD

Anyway, you wanted drunken Danii and Alfred, so I tried my best but didn’t take it to seriously either. Hope you like it!

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So it all started on a bet and a whim. Which one could out drink the other led to a wild night on the town, but all has an end and no one cares about the shenanigans that went on. Right now we only care about the two staggering, slurring messes trying to make their way home. After five in the morning and our own Mr. America and Miss D.C. were almost there. Almost, but not quite; another few blocks and one could collapse in bed and the other on a couch. They had foreseen the condition they would return in and thought it best to stay at one place instead of one ending up walking around both drunk and alone. But again, who cares about all of this setting crap?

It seemed that the two were more alike than they knew, at least on this night. The winter weather had been unseasonably warm but it was still much too cold to go gallivanting around half naked. Sadly, both blonds had picked up the ‘Tequila makes clothes fall off’ syndrome. Danii had come out the worst. Somewhere in the night she had lost a perfectly good pair of pants and her jacket (she would find it later in a tree, if it matters). That left her parading around in matching American flag bra and pantie set. Maybe she would be embarrassed in the morning, but right now she saw it as an opportunity. When they got back, she would go and jump into the swimming pool as is and have a nice, refreshing dip before turning in for the day. Alfred had come out a little better, but not by much. He somehow managed to lose his shirt, but not his jacket. A number of other, small items were missing as well, his glasses, right shoe, left sock (how…?), and his belt among them. Someone had painted a crude eagle on his chest. What it was made with was up for question. Out of all of this the most amazing part that neither of them were cold. Guess it’s true that alcohol warms one up.

“Ohha mah gawdshhhh. Wesa wesa needz doz diz agins! Imma testixt Jess next times and shese cans gits evrywun elshe and OH MIH GAWDSH PARTIEEEE.” You got that right, Danii. Partieeee. But at least you could understand her. Kind of. Her poor Nation couldn’t even form a decent syllable; All Alfred could manage was some sort of weird mix of a gargle and a growl. Despite the various vocal challenges they were both having, it didn’t stop them from laughing. Loud, obnoxious laughter escaped the two of them. About what, who knows? They could have found the bushes hilarious for all they knew right then. It did mean that a few of the houses they passed flipped on lights, and once they even got yelled at to “Shut the Hell up I’m trying to sleep here.”

Through all of this they somehow made it to a door. Probably the door they needed.

Probably.

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Is this too long to be considered a drabble? Oh well. If it isn’t it isn’t and I think we can all live with that. : D I really hope I got the characters right, though! If I didn’t, I hope you can forgive me! But at least I tried my bestest!

Now let’s see if we can get to the next one. x3

Oh wait….. EREVEN. <3

xDDD That was seriously entertaining to read, I wanna have a turn!

So I assume this is gonna be 2, so...

2!

Actually yours would be 12 but mine is

13!

xD I can't count.

14!

15