The British Empire Strikes Back [1/?]
anonymous
September 6 2009, 15:40:52 UTC
Couldn’t resist the title. I will attempt some smut ‘cause it was asked, but it won’t be very explicit. ‘Cause I think I’m a fail smut writer. ~_~ Anyway. Putting this down right now and I'm working on the next few parts. *unsure of whether to make this multi-chapter or just a oneshot* ~*~*~*
“Oi, America. Would you like to join me for dinner at the Cheesecake Factory? It’s close to the hotel, so…” Arthur trailed off, unsure of how to complete his thought. The American had been cleaning up his papers when the Briton had asked the question. Now, he paused, his face scrunched up in thought. It looked oddly appealing to Arthur, but he squashed that thought down ruthlessly.
“Can’t tonight. There’s too much work to do right now,” Alfred replied, a cheerful smile on his face. Yet, there was something in his eyes that suggested that he was not really feeling all that cheerful. Arthur brushed it off as a trick of the light, or maybe he was reading too much into things. “Thanks for the offer, though! Maybe some other time…?”
“Alright,” the blond Briton wasn’t about to let the strange disappointment he felt creep into his voice, “Don’t forget to eat and sleep this time!”
Alfred merely laughed it off and rushed out the door, the stack of papers clutched tightly to his chest. In the back of his mind, Arthur couldn’t help but think that it was an adorable sight. Once again, he squashed that thought. Bloody hell, what was up with the blond Briton today? Actually, now that Arthur thought about it, he had been feeling strange around the American for a long time, now. He frowned as he walked out of the room, not paying the slightest bit of attention to his surroundings.
“What has you down in the dumps, Angleterre?” the heavily accented voice cut through Arthur’s thoughts like a hot knife through cold butter. He glared at France and batted the arm that threatened to wrap around his shoulders away. The Englishman was not in the mood to deal with the Frenchman.
“Bugger off, frog,” Arthur snorted, picking up his pace in an attempt to lose the other nation. The other man easily matched his stride, which only served to further annoy the blond Briton.
“Now, now, mon cher. I had just seen you get rejected by L’Amerique and-“
“He had work to do,” Arthur interrupted, but it went unnoticed by the Frenchman.
“I wanted to tell you that nowadays, Russia and America have been patching up the relationship they used to have before Stalin came into power. It is possible that they will form another Special Relationship, a huge boon for the both of them, oui?” France mused as they finally exited the building. He parted from Arthur with a wave and a smile, running down the street. The Frenchman had probably gotten another date earlier that day. How was beyond Arthur’s comprehension, but he had a feeling that he honestly didn’t want to know.
Re: The British Empire Strikes Back [1/?]
anonymous
September 6 2009, 17:17:39 UTC
OP Here -- you have no idea how much seeing this posted brightened up a pretty crappy day. Wonderful start...can't wait to see how it all unfolds... :-)
And I love the title...I love punny stuff like that... :-)
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anonymous
September 6 2009, 17:26:46 UTC
Being a Star Wars fan, I couldn't help the title. ~w~ Glad you're liking it, though. XD And it's awesome that I was able to brighten up a crappy day. :)
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“Oi, America. Would you like to join me for dinner at the Cheesecake Factory? It’s close to the hotel, so…” Arthur trailed off, unsure of how to complete his thought. The American had been cleaning up his papers when the Briton had asked the question. Now, he paused, his face scrunched up in thought. It looked oddly appealing to Arthur, but he squashed that thought down ruthlessly.
“Can’t tonight. There’s too much work to do right now,” Alfred replied, a cheerful smile on his face. Yet, there was something in his eyes that suggested that he was not really feeling all that cheerful. Arthur brushed it off as a trick of the light, or maybe he was reading too much into things. “Thanks for the offer, though! Maybe some other time…?”
“Alright,” the blond Briton wasn’t about to let the strange disappointment he felt creep into his voice, “Don’t forget to eat and sleep this time!”
Alfred merely laughed it off and rushed out the door, the stack of papers clutched tightly to his chest. In the back of his mind, Arthur couldn’t help but think that it was an adorable sight. Once again, he squashed that thought. Bloody hell, what was up with the blond Briton today? Actually, now that Arthur thought about it, he had been feeling strange around the American for a long time, now. He frowned as he walked out of the room, not paying the slightest bit of attention to his surroundings.
“What has you down in the dumps, Angleterre?” the heavily accented voice cut through Arthur’s thoughts like a hot knife through cold butter. He glared at France and batted the arm that threatened to wrap around his shoulders away. The Englishman was not in the mood to deal with the Frenchman.
“Bugger off, frog,” Arthur snorted, picking up his pace in an attempt to lose the other nation. The other man easily matched his stride, which only served to further annoy the blond Briton.
“Now, now, mon cher. I had just seen you get rejected by L’Amerique and-“
“He had work to do,” Arthur interrupted, but it went unnoticed by the Frenchman.
“I wanted to tell you that nowadays, Russia and America have been patching up the relationship they used to have before Stalin came into power. It is possible that they will form another Special Relationship, a huge boon for the both of them, oui?” France mused as they finally exited the building. He parted from Arthur with a wave and a smile, running down the street. The Frenchman had probably gotten another date earlier that day. How was beyond Arthur’s comprehension, but he had a feeling that he honestly didn’t want to know.
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And I love the title...I love punny stuff like that... :-)
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