Mourning A Hero (2/?)
anonymous
October 16 2009, 05:05:19 UTC
Nobody moved. England looked down at his feet, which had suddenly become frozen in place.
What’s wrong, England? Got cold feet?
Damn. Even in death he annoyed England. To think that loudmouth, hamburger-eating, nitwit would actually…
Someone was stepping forward. England could hear murmurs as the crowd parted to let the person through. He looked up and saw the Italians walking up to the tomb. The Northern brother had obviously been crying while Romano just looked sullen. The two walked side by side up to Vatican City, who embraced each of them before leading them to America. Both brothers were silent for what seemed like the longest time. Get on with it! He hates waiting! England wanted to shout.
“America,” Italy began. “We want to thank you for what you did. And for all the things you helped us with before.” It was then England noticed he had a book in his hand. A large hardcover with gold lettering to far away for England to make out. Italy held it up to the tomb as if America really was right there and he was showing it to him. “I found the book! Atmosphere, remember?” Italy set it down in front of tomb. “Maybe, when I join you someday, we can read it together, ve?”
He started shaking. Romano put his arm around his brother and Italy began crying in his shoulder. The South patted his brother awkwardly while staring at America’s final resting place. With his free hand he dug into his pocket and pulled out several thins strips of paper. “I don’t know if they have Pizza Hut up there, but Veneziano said you liked it so here.” He let the strips of paper fall from his hand and flutter down to land on top of the book; Pizza Hut coupons. “There are three of them.” Romano said sternly, “So keep them until we get there. Lunch will be on you.” Romano stood there for a few more moments before leading his brother back into the crowd.
No sooner did the brothers rejoin the mourners that another broke off from them. Spain strolled over to Vatican City and embraced him before turning to the tomb.
“Hey America, remember when you beat me up and took all my colonies?” Spain actually chuckled. “I was pretty mad then. I guess I can’t hold that against you now though.” He reached into his coat and pulled out a bottle of ketchup. “This was made with the finest tomatoes I could find.” Spain explained to the tomb. “My gift to you for saving my sorry butt.Enjoy your burgers.” He set it down next to the book and walked back into the crowd.
What’s wrong, England? Got cold feet?
Damn. Even in death he annoyed England. To think that loudmouth, hamburger-eating, nitwit would actually…
Someone was stepping forward. England could hear murmurs as the crowd parted to let the person through. He looked up and saw the Italians walking up to the tomb. The Northern brother had obviously been crying while Romano just looked sullen. The two walked side by side up to Vatican City, who embraced each of them before leading them to America. Both brothers were silent for what seemed like the longest time. Get on with it! He hates waiting! England wanted to shout.
“America,” Italy began. “We want to thank you for what you did. And for all the things you helped us with before.” It was then England noticed he had a book in his hand. A large hardcover with gold lettering to far away for England to make out. Italy held it up to the tomb as if America really was right there and he was showing it to him. “I found the book! Atmosphere, remember?” Italy set it down in front of tomb. “Maybe, when I join you someday, we can read it together, ve?”
He started shaking. Romano put his arm around his brother and Italy began crying in his shoulder. The South patted his brother awkwardly while staring at America’s final resting place. With his free hand he dug into his pocket and pulled out several thins strips of paper. “I don’t know if they have Pizza Hut up there, but Veneziano said you liked it so here.” He let the strips of paper fall from his hand and flutter down to land on top of the book; Pizza Hut coupons. “There are three of them.” Romano said sternly, “So keep them until we get there. Lunch will be on you.” Romano stood there for a few more moments before leading his brother back into the crowd.
No sooner did the brothers rejoin the mourners that another broke off from them. Spain strolled over to Vatican City and embraced him before turning to the tomb.
“Hey America, remember when you beat me up and took all my colonies?” Spain actually chuckled. “I was pretty mad then. I guess I can’t hold that against you now though.” He reached into his coat and pulled out a bottle of ketchup. “This was made with the finest tomatoes I could find.” Spain explained to the tomb. “My gift to you for saving my sorry butt.Enjoy your burgers.” He set it down next to the book and walked back into the crowd.
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