Operation Awesome [2/?]
anonymous
October 10 2009, 06:56:12 UTC
“Alright then, America,” England said after collecting himself. “While you’re ‘shredding,’ you don’t see the bottom of your board, so what’s the purpose of having a decal on it?”
“Well, when I gain some big air and do some sick nasty trick, like a backside rodeo, everyone can see my board so it should have something amazing on it, and what’s better than the American Flag?” America looked over at England, only to find the other nation staring at him like he’d just grown a second head. “What?” America exclaimed indignantly. “It’s true!”
“Do you have any idea of the extent to which you just butchered the English language?”
“C’mon England, lighten up. We’re here to have fun on this trip y’know, not worry about grammar.”
“America, stop.”
“England, you need to unbend a bit. Maybe if you saw how epic it can be when you pull a fakie off of the pipe-”
“Bloody hell America, hit the sodding brake! You’re going to hit the tree-!”
The rental car smashed into a tree off to the side of the road with a sickening smash, the front fender promptly falling off of the car on impact. The two countries were saved from injury by their airbags which had (miraculously) deployed. The engine was now chugging unhappily, a thick, black smoke permeating from under the hood.
America began to laugh.
“I don’t see the humor in this situation,” England snarled. “You almost got us killed, you git!”
“We weren’t in any danger, lighten up, England,” America said, still chuckling to himself. “That was a lot of fun!”
“Fun! How in the world was that fun?”
“It’s not like you get to fall into an airbag everyday,” America said with glee as he extracted himself from his seat, wiggling out from between the airbag and his seat into the bright sunshine of the outdoors. “C’mon England, let’s call a cab!”
Three hours later, after a brief visit to the hospital (at England’s insistence) to make sure that they were alright, America and England arrived at their townhouse with their luggage. Unfortunately, England’s skis had been broken in the crash, and America promised that he would find a replacement for the Englishman as soon as possible. Little did England know that America already had said replacement, a wonderful little snowboard he had packed “just in case” something awful happened to any of their gear.
It was just coincidental that the Union Jack was on the bottom of it; really.
“Well, when I gain some big air and do some sick nasty trick, like a backside rodeo, everyone can see my board so it should have something amazing on it, and what’s better than the American Flag?” America looked over at England, only to find the other nation staring at him like he’d just grown a second head. “What?” America exclaimed indignantly. “It’s true!”
“Do you have any idea of the extent to which you just butchered the English language?”
“C’mon England, lighten up. We’re here to have fun on this trip y’know, not worry about grammar.”
“America, stop.”
“England, you need to unbend a bit. Maybe if you saw how epic it can be when you pull a fakie off of the pipe-”
“Bloody hell America, hit the sodding brake! You’re going to hit the tree-!”
The rental car smashed into a tree off to the side of the road with a sickening smash, the front fender promptly falling off of the car on impact. The two countries were saved from injury by their airbags which had (miraculously) deployed. The engine was now chugging unhappily, a thick, black smoke permeating from under the hood.
America began to laugh.
“I don’t see the humor in this situation,” England snarled. “You almost got us killed, you git!”
“We weren’t in any danger, lighten up, England,” America said, still chuckling to himself. “That was a lot of fun!”
“Fun! How in the world was that fun?”
“It’s not like you get to fall into an airbag everyday,” America said with glee as he extracted himself from his seat, wiggling out from between the airbag and his seat into the bright sunshine of the outdoors. “C’mon England, let’s call a cab!”
Three hours later, after a brief visit to the hospital (at England’s insistence) to make sure that they were alright, America and England arrived at their townhouse with their luggage. Unfortunately, England’s skis had been broken in the crash, and America promised that he would find a replacement for the Englishman as soon as possible. Little did England know that America already had said replacement, a wonderful little snowboard he had packed “just in case” something awful happened to any of their gear.
It was just coincidental that the Union Jack was on the bottom of it; really.
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