Re: It's show time
anonymous
August 13 2009, 09:49:35 UTC
Fuck opnon, I hope I do your request justice. The English language has never been a strong point of mine, and fuck if I can put together these brief flashes of thought into a story, but damn I needed to write this.
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A light tickling sensation 'round the front woke me - it was something cool scraping against my chest. When I roused myself enough to take stock of my status, three thoughts went through my head.
Fuuuuck why does my head hurt...
Oh. I went drinking with England… then what happened?
Wait. Why can't I move my hands?
Declaring robustly to myself (I’m such a man!) that I should access my surroundings, I tried to ignore the pounding behind my eyes and cracked them open. It was blurry. There was something green in my face. Fuck. thought the awesome manly hero America, Glasses.
I must have said something out loud, because a second later, there was a shifting in my lap - was somebody sitting on me? - and the world suddenly came into focus. There on my knees, holding Texas by the frames and trying to straighten them (like the anal queen he is), sat England.
The first thing I noticed was his hat. It was a sort of sharp looking black piece, probably leather or something similar considering its shine, and it reminded me of my country’s totally cool police hats.
It covered his eyebrows, and made England’s head look less gigantic. While I missed the huge black face monsters, the hat was pretty cool.
“Glad you think so”
That must have been said out loud too. God, why did my head hurt so much?
“Probably a side effect of what I gave you”
Gave me? England drugged me?
“It wasn’t anything dangerous,” I heard a chuckle, “I just wanted to put you down for a while”. Well this explains why I’m feeling so hot. Burning up really.
I tried for a second time to move my arms - no luck. I was tied to a chair. England laughed again.
“Couldn’t have you moving around”
I grimaced. England had obviously had a few (anyone could smell it, especially at this distance), and when England drinks, things usually don’t turn out well for me. The being restrained, and the date rape drugs didn’t exactly help the situation either.
I opened my mouth to try and complain, but closed it again to try and concentrate on why England was undoing my tie.
His face is so close...
As I ignored my now racing heartbeat, he slipped the thing off, then pushed away from me and strode his way to a three way mirror in front of us.
It was then that I finally saw the outfit he was in.
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A light tickling sensation 'round the front woke me - it was something cool scraping against my chest. When I roused myself enough to take stock of my status, three thoughts went through my head.
Fuuuuck why does my head hurt...
Oh. I went drinking with England… then what happened?
Wait. Why can't I move my hands?
Declaring robustly to myself (I’m such a man!) that I should access my surroundings, I tried to ignore the pounding behind my eyes and cracked them open.
It was blurry. There was something green in my face. Fuck. thought the awesome manly hero America, Glasses.
I must have said something out loud, because a second later, there was a shifting in my lap - was somebody sitting on me? - and the world suddenly came into focus.
There on my knees, holding Texas by the frames and trying to straighten them (like the anal queen he is), sat England.
The first thing I noticed was his hat. It was a sort of sharp looking black piece, probably leather or something similar considering its shine, and it reminded me of my country’s totally cool police hats.
It covered his eyebrows, and made England’s head look less gigantic. While I missed the huge black face monsters, the hat was pretty cool.
“Glad you think so”
That must have been said out loud too. God, why did my head hurt so much?
“Probably a side effect of what I gave you”
Gave me? England drugged me?
“It wasn’t anything dangerous,” I heard a chuckle, “I just wanted to put you down for a while”. Well this explains why I’m feeling so hot. Burning up really.
I tried for a second time to move my arms - no luck. I was tied to a chair. England laughed again.
“Couldn’t have you moving around”
I grimaced. England had obviously had a few (anyone could smell it, especially at this distance), and when England drinks, things usually don’t turn out well for me. The being restrained, and the date rape drugs didn’t exactly help the situation either.
I opened my mouth to try and complain, but closed it again to try and concentrate on why England was undoing my tie.
His face is so close...
As I ignored my now racing heartbeat, he slipped the thing off, then pushed away from me and strode his way to a three way mirror in front of us.
It was then that I finally saw the outfit he was in.
Oh lord.
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