Halloween Special (STFU I KNEW HALLOWEEN WAS A LONG TIME AGO)

Names:

Maverick Jones - Molossia

Romeo Vargas - Seborga

Oscar Cooper - Hutt River

Eliot Anderssen - Luxembourg

Emil Steilsson - Iceland

Leon Wang - Hong Kong

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"Why, exactly, do we have to do this again?" Maverick asked, arching a brow and staring across the room at Romeo. The Italian was laying across the bed on his back, letting his head fall off the side so that he could look at Maverick, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

"Because, amore, everyone else is doing it, and we have to too!" Romeo said matter-of-factly. "Duh!"

"But why...?" Maverick whined, crossing his arms.

Romeo sat up and narrowed his eyes at him. "Maverick Michael Jones, it is Halloween and we are dressing up! We have a costume party to go to, and dressing up is a must!" the Italian cried.

"But...matching costumes? Really?" Maverick looked extremely unimpressed.

Romeo hopped off the bed and bounced over to the American, kneeling in front of him and grabbing both of his hands. "Sì, mio amore! We gotta do it! Everyone else is doing it!" He kissed both of Maverick's hands. "And come on! We've got a fun theme, no~?"

Maverick sighed, his cheeks turning red. "Yeah... I guess so..." he mumbled, turning his gaze towards their costumes, which were laid out on the floor.

"Sì! Now get up, and get changed!" Romeo said, grinning at him. "We don't wanna be late, Mavvy!"

"You've gotta get off me first..." the shorter teen grumbled. He was right. Romeo was leaning onto him and still gripping his hands tightly.

"Oh! Right!" Romeo giggled and gave Maverick a quick kiss, resulting in the American blushing darkly. The Italian stood and tried to pull his boyfriend up with him. Maverick sighed and got up, and Romeo hugged him. "This's gonna be so fun, Mavvy~" he said softly.

"If you say so..." Maverick mumbled, pushing Romeo away from him gently. The Italian pouted but then bounced over to their costumes, pulling Maverick with him.

"Come on! Cheer up, mio amore! "Our costumes are cool! And you'll get to see me with my shirt half off, right? Don't you like that?" Romeo asked, tilting his head to the side with a giggle.

"Shut up!" Maverick growled, his face turning red. The Italian just laughed and kept talking.

"Yours is so tight too~ It'll show off all your muscles! And your ass!" Romeo teased,  picking up his costume and tossing Maverick's to said male.

"Ro..." Maverick whined, his cheeks still bright crimson. He failed to catch any part of his costume and bent to pick it up with a sigh.

Romeo giggled softly. "Now, do I have to leave the room, or are we fine to change in front of each other?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Maverick and putting his hands on his hips, despite also holding his costume.

Maverick huffed and glared at him. "Get out."

"No." Romeo laughed and began to undress. "We've seen each other in less, mio amore, hurry up and change!" he said, pulling off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers, which were patterned with tomatoes and hearts.

Maverick's face turned red again and he turned around. "Fine." The American also began undressing awkwardly. He could feel his boyfriend's gaze on him, and it made him more flustered than angry or anything else. "Stop lookin' at me!" he huffed, and Romeo just laughed.

"Change, Mavvy," the Italian said, his tone sounding like that of a mother.

"Fine, Mom," Maverick said sarcastically, which only elicited more giggles from Romeo.

"If you call me mama, that means I get to call you daddy~!" he teased, glancing at Maverick, who still had his back to him.

"Don't you dare!" Maverick's ears and neck were turning red now, and he was staring at the floor, now only in underwear, just like Romeo, who hadn't started getting dressed yet.

Maverick suddenly felt thin arms wrap around him from behind and squeeze him tight. Romeo had snuck up behind him. The Italian rested his chin on Maverick's shoulder and turned his head to press a kiss to the bare skin.

"I was just joking, Mav~" he said with a laugh, kissing his neck gently. "Or was I?" he added in a whisper. "I wasn't  joking if you did not want me to be~"

Maverick huffed and pulled Romeo's arms away. "Get off!"

Romeo rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine~" And with that, the Italian walked back over to his costume to put it on. He was done before Maverick, as he had fewer pieces, but eventually, they were both ready.

Romeo, wearing a completely unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt coupled with sagging swim trunks. Those two things together didn't make it hard to see the Italian's chest, slightly chubby but still nice, and the two lines shaped like a V leading down to(well, you know what I'm talking about)were plain as day. Maverick, of course, stared.

And speaking of the American, he was wearing ripped, black skinny jeans, a rather tight shirt, and a black leather jacket. His sunglasses were freshly cleaned and resting on the bridge of his nose, doing their job and covering his eyes. His hair was spiked up as usual, with just a bit more gel. He had a pack of candy cigarettes in a pocket of his.

Upon seeing the duo at first, you wouldn't even think they were supposed to match. But they were. They were a surfer and a biker, like from the American 1960's, also kind of inspired by Teen Beach Movie, a movie that Peter liked and forced them both to watch when it came out. Maverick wasn't with the idea at first... and it took some convincing from Romeo, but eventually, he reluctantly agreed.

"Mio Amore! Andiamo! We're gonna be the last to be there!" Romeo said with a pout, bouncing over to Maverick and hugging him around the middle again.

"Let's go then." Maverick pried Romeo off of him and grabbed the Italian's hand instead. Romeo's pout disappeared almost instantly and was replaced with a wide grin.

"Yay!"

-

Getting to the party proved to be a little harder than originally thought.

First, it was Matthew, who stopped them in the hallway and complimented their costumes.

Next, it was Alfred, who cornered them on the stairs to tease and laugh at them.

Then, it was Maverick's mother, who blocked them from leaving the house until she got some pictures of them together.

Finally, it was the fact that neither Maverick nor Romeo had a car to use, and not like they could drive one anyway, as neither had a driver's license yet either. Maverick was close though. So, the teens were stuck walking.

It only took about half an hour to get there, and the couple held hands the whole time. They didn't talk much, just enjoying each other's company. They passed a number of parents and little kids out trick-or-treating, as it was now the evening. Some of the parents they passed glared at them and shooed their kids away or covered their kids' eyes, either for the teens' costumes or the fact that they were holding hands. Probably both. While, on the other hand, other parents sent soft smiles in their direction and let their kids wave too. Romeo would give these kids high-fives, while Maverick would just roll his eyes.

And finally, they made it to the party. There were a couple cars in the driveway, but not as many as there were people who had been invited. It was obvious many guests had walked, like Maverick and Romeo, or had been dropped off by parents or siblings. However, the lack of cars also made it hard to determine whether the couple were indeed the last to arrive or not. They both hoped not.

They stood in front of the door now, and they could easily hear voices inside. Romeo raised his hand to ring the doorbell. There was some scuffling to be heard behind the door, before it swung open, revealing one very elegantly dressed Oscar Cooper. The host of the party. The Australian grinned when he saw them, or rather, when he saw Romeo. When Oscar saw Maverick, however, the dirty-blond-haired boy's face fell into a more condescending and arrogant look. The two had never really gotten along. Sure, they were friends(of sorts), but they were rivals all the same.

"Welcome!" The Australian stepped aside to let them in, greeting Romeo with a kiss on both cheeks, which Romeo returned; and greeting Maverick with a smirk and a swift stomp on the American's foot. Maverick swore under his breath and glared at Oscar.

Stupid high heeled leather boots! Which sparks the question, why was Oscar wearing high heeled leather boots? Why, it was all part of the Aussie's costume, of course! With a sparkling, velvety purple cape draped over him and a crown nestled into his practically perfect hair, he sure did look like royalty. And royalty he was supposed to be. He was a queen! The "Drama Queen" to be more specific. And of course, every queen needs her king, and Oscar's was Mr. Eliot Anderssen, a rather rich, blond, Dutch teen(though he never stopped telling people that he was in fact born in Luxembourg, not the Netherlands), who also happened to be Oscar's boyfriend and the love of his life. Or so Oscar says.

And, of course, the "Drama King" just had to show up and latch onto his queen. Eliot had appeared out of thin air and wrapped his arms around Oscar's waist from behind, rising up on his toes a bit to rest his head on the Aussie's shoulder and nuzzle into his soft, wavy hair. Oscar giggled and turned his head in his boyfriend's direction, puckering his lips slightly. Eliot smirked and moved his face out of Oscar's hair to press a quick kiss to the Australian's mouth. Then he moved away and king and queen stood side by side. Eliot was dressed extremely elegantly, just like his queen, with a golden crown to match the other's silver, and a deep blue cape and kingly uniform to match the purple of Oscar's.

Maverick crinkled his nose in mock disgust at their PDA, while Romeo laughed and leaned to kiss both of Eliot's cheeks happily.  Eliot smiled and returned the gesture. "Come in, please," he said, looking at them both. "Nice costumes."

"Yeah, thanks..." Maverick said, brushing past the 'royals' and dragging a whining Romeo with him. Maverick and Eliot were great friends, yes, but Eliot coupled with Oscar was never fun for the American. Or anyone.

Next, they ran into an annoyed looking Emil Steilsson, a pale, Icelandic teen with platinum hair and violet eyes. He did look rather odd, but his costume just made him look stranger. He was dressed in a rather obnoxious looking purple and red striped costume that he had without a doubt been forced to wear. He was standing by, or rather, leaning on, the kitchen counter, a black twizzler hanging out of his mouth. His puffin was perched on his head, as it almost always was, and the animal was 'dressed up' too, wearing a pink bowtie. He greeted Maverick and Romeo with an unenthusiastic nod, unhappiness emitting from him in waves.

"I hate this stupid costume..." the Icelander muttered. "Stupid Halloween. Stupid Leon."

Romeo laughed softly just as said person, Leon Wang, a Cantonese teen with caramel brown eyes and a flair for pyrotechnics, appeared behind Emil, scaring the pale teen half to death. The puffin squawked. "You, like, talkin' about me, Ice?"

Emil gasped and let out a little shriek, causing his twizzler to drop from his mouth and onto the floor. Which, in turn, made Emil let out a string of swears and turn to yell at Leon.

Leon just laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek. Emil got red in the face and only yelled more. If looks could kill, Leon would most certainly be dead right now. And speaking of Leon, he was dressed in light blue, dark blue, and white. He had a hat atop his head, partnered with goggles resting on said hat. There were gauntlets on his arms and a badge on his chest with the number 10 on it. He had an apple in one hand and was grinning like a madman. Which... he probably was. He had quite an interest in pyrotechnics and spent what free time wasn't being used to make music or shitty memes to create his own firecrackers. It wasn't odd to see him with soot or scorch marks on his face and/or hands. He also quite liked to purposely cause explosions during chemistry class.

"...are you two seriously fucking dressed as Robbie Rotten and Sportacus?" Maverick looked like he was about to burst out laughing. Emil sent a dark glare that clearly said: 'fuck off', in the American's direction.

Leon nodded. "Yup! And like, it was totally my idea! I thought that since LazyTown, like, is from the same country as my dear Icey, it'd, like, be fitting!" Emil just crossed his arms. "And- it's a meme, and you, like, know how much we love memes!"

"I think you like memes a little too much..." Maverick muttered while Romeo grinned.

"I think you look cute! Oh- there's the snack table, let's go, Mavvy!" Romeo's attention on the two 'memelords' had been snatched away by the prospect of food. The Italian had latched onto Maverick's arm and was now dragging him to the food.

The food table was decorated with a purple tablecloth and was filled with a pitcher or two, a punch bowl, and a number of platters and plates and bowls filled with Halloween cookies, candy, little sandwiches, and various other treats. And also... a little sign that read: 'No Food For Maverick Jones', written in Oscar's loopy handwriting.

Maverick growled softly when he saw it. "That asshole..." he muttered, picking up the little sign and snapping it in half. "So fucking rude." He let the broken halves fall to the ground.

Romeo laughed and hugged him from behind. "You're not much better, mio amore~ You're rude too..." Maverick scowled. "And, I'm sure Ozzie was just messing with you! Go on, take some food! There're chocolate chip cookies! You love those, sì?" Romeo asked, pressing a few kisses to the back of Maverick's neck.

Maverick's face flushed. "Damn right I'll take some food, gimme those cookies!" he demanded, sounding quite childish. He reached to snatch a couple of the cookies. Romeo laughed again and let go of him, moving to stand next to and slightly in front of the American. As soon as Maverick bit into a cookie, Romeo leaned in and put his mouth on the other end of the cookie, snatching it out of Maverick's mouth. Maverick made a whining sound in the back of his throat. The cookie crumbled and broke a bit as Romeo pulled away, and a few pieces fell to the floor. Romeo ate what cookie he could, and then started to laugh. Maverick tried to look angry, but failed miserably, and instead started to laugh as well, a couple crumbs sticking to the areas around his mouth. Still giggling, Romeo leaned forward to kiss the laughing American, and when he pulled away, some of those stray crumbs were on his face.

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Ok yes it's not really MolSeb, more like Some MolSeb and Then Other Ships and I Wanted to Come Up With Couples Halloween Costumes for Them
It's here and it's queer and I don't care
i sort of gave up oof. i was gonna have all of them be included, but i had no inspiration to finish, so here's this. I may eventually continue this with all that i wanted to do, tell me if you want me to.
In the meantime have this