V-E Day [3b/?]
anonymous
October 2 2009, 00:38:01 UTC
England was blushing. “A-Ah, when you put it that way, I suppose I can show you around.”
“Well, then get going! Drink your tea and go get dressed. We’re wasting daylight.” America made shooing motions. England scowled.
“I am drinking my tea. It’s not a race. And I haven’t eaten breakfast this morning. So you can bloody well wait.”
“We’ll get you something on the way,” America said, exasperated. Why did he have to make this so difficult?
“I am not eating any calorie-filled, greasy, unidentifiable meat like you just did. I will make myself breakfast here.” Oh, that would not do. It would take forever, especially because he expected they would have to call the fire department at least once. But, there was a way to get England to move faster. America stood up, stifling a fake yawn.
“Well, if you’re going to take forever, then I’m just going to have to go upstairs and pick out your clothes for you.” He walked towards the staircase and made it to the first stair. Wait for it…
“Wait!” And England was grabbing his arm, tugging him downstairs. “No, no. Stay here. Please, just stay here. I’ll go upstairs and get dressed. See?” He reached across the table and grabbed his teacup, slurping the rest down. America blinked. That was unexpected. In fact, he looked almost frantic.
“Whoa, Iggy, calm down. It’s just some clothes. I promise it won’t be anything too horrendous. I don’t think it’s possible to make your clothes look worse than they already are,” America said. He must not have been listening, or just didn’t respond, because that insult sailed right by him.
“No, no, no. You stay here.” He pushed a bemused America back into the kitchen. “Uh, make me breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, whatever you like. I’ll go upstairs and get dressed.” He was already halfway up the stairs, looking down on him. America didn’t know it was possible to walk backwards up the stairs.
“As you wish.” There it was. His secret ‘I-love-you’, laid plain for the world to see. England stared at him for a moment, and then tore upstairs. Yep, didn’t get the reference. America wasn’t quite sure if he was happy about that or not.
But right now, he had to make an awesome breakfast for his Iggy. And then take him on the most awesome date he’s ever been on.
------- The Princess Bride references just kind of...insinuated themselves. -_-
Re: V-E Day [3b/?]
anonymous
October 4 2009, 20:44:48 UTC
This fill is A W E S O M E !! Seriously, I LOVE your England and your America ;u; they're both so perfectly in character and England is so cute and repressed I want to HUG HIM HARD and--- DON'T GIVE UP, AMERICA. Drag him out of there and KISS HIM AGAIN !!
Love your writing style <3 this fic SO makes my day everytime I read it ! Can't wait for the update!! LOVE YOU!
“Well, then get going! Drink your tea and go get dressed. We’re wasting daylight.” America made shooing motions. England scowled.
“I am drinking my tea. It’s not a race. And I haven’t eaten breakfast this morning. So you can bloody well wait.”
“We’ll get you something on the way,” America said, exasperated. Why did he have to make this so difficult?
“I am not eating any calorie-filled, greasy, unidentifiable meat like you just did. I will make myself breakfast here.” Oh, that would not do. It would take forever, especially because he expected they would have to call the fire department at least once. But, there was a way to get England to move faster. America stood up, stifling a fake yawn.
“Well, if you’re going to take forever, then I’m just going to have to go upstairs and pick out your clothes for you.” He walked towards the staircase and made it to the first stair. Wait for it…
“Wait!” And England was grabbing his arm, tugging him downstairs. “No, no. Stay here. Please, just stay here. I’ll go upstairs and get dressed. See?” He reached across the table and grabbed his teacup, slurping the rest down. America blinked. That was unexpected. In fact, he looked almost frantic.
“Whoa, Iggy, calm down. It’s just some clothes. I promise it won’t be anything too horrendous. I don’t think it’s possible to make your clothes look worse than they already are,” America said. He must not have been listening, or just didn’t respond, because that insult sailed right by him.
“No, no, no. You stay here.” He pushed a bemused America back into the kitchen. “Uh, make me breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, whatever you like. I’ll go upstairs and get dressed.” He was already halfway up the stairs, looking down on him. America didn’t know it was possible to walk backwards up the stairs.
“As you wish.” There it was. His secret ‘I-love-you’, laid plain for the world to see. England stared at him for a moment, and then tore upstairs. Yep, didn’t get the reference. America wasn’t quite sure if he was happy about that or not.
But right now, he had to make an awesome breakfast for his Iggy. And then take him on the most awesome date he’s ever been on.
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The Princess Bride references just kind of...insinuated themselves. -_-
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Not!OP loves you for updating your fill!! <33 CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THESE TWO.
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Love your writing style <3 this fic SO makes my day everytime I read it ! Can't wait for the update!! LOVE YOU!
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