It sounded like a good idea at the time... [3/?]
anonymous
October 28 2009, 01:11:00 UTC
The long, sea voyage was hellish. The company was nightmarish. Although it didn't start out so horrible. It began as wonderful, little adventure with everyone in high spirits.
But then, some time around the point of no return, England showed up.
See, England didn't have the strength to go places on his own. So! He decided to sneak aboard tag along with Spain. Because it was a very big ship. They had room for one more nation. Right? Right.
And this wouldn't have been so bad. Except France was there. And France and England don't mix. Like water and oil. Cats and dogs.
And maybe England wasn't planning on giving himself away. But... It's kinda difficult for him to pull off being Italian. Not the best of ideas for a disguise. So...
Not to mention, those eyebrows do stand out. A little.
So he was caught!
Everyone thought it was okay at first. Until France and England actually saw each other. And...
So now they were going to put England down into the hold. Except he was springy, little bugger. And neither Spain, Prussia, or France could catch him. And sometimes they swore they heard little giggling, like the chiming of tiny bells. But they put it out of their minds and decided to leave England be. As long as England left them alone.
It should've worked except it didn't. The sea voyage crept on. With only one true relief, and that being the Italy brothers they brought along with them. Well, they only decided to bring Veneciano but like romano was going to let that happen. ("Like I'm going to leave mi fratello with the likes of you perverted bastards!")
But in the end, it all squared off. Since Veneciano was ecstatic to see his brother again. And a happy Italy is a cute Italy. So Spain was satisfied. And Prussia rolled his eyes and smacked the Spaniard upside the head when he caught Spain drooling.
So somehow they survived the long, nasty trip.
And one day, just as the crew was about to commit mutiny and throw poor Christopher Columbus off the damned boat. The look out cried,
"LAND HO!"
Spain rushed to the front of the bow. Strong arms lifting him as he climbed to the tip of the bow spirit.
"I see it!" He yelled. "I knew there must be something! Guys! Mira!"
"We see, cheri." france smiled, shaking his head.
Prussia wolf-whistled, leaning precariously over the railing. "Ha! Well would you look at that!"
"What the big deal? It's just a piece of land... We have to get around this just to get to the Far East! If you ask me, it's more of a hassle." England complained, rather sullenly.
"You are an idiot, mon cheri. Do you think we were actually looking for a shortcut to the East?" France huffed, lifting his chin primly.
"Frog bastard. If that's the case, what are you looking for?" England spat.
"We don't know. But we're about to find out." Prussia muttered under his breath.
But then, some time around the point of no return, England showed up.
See, England didn't have the strength to go places on his own. So! He decided to sneak aboard tag along with Spain. Because it was a very big ship. They had room for one more nation. Right? Right.
And this wouldn't have been so bad. Except France was there. And France and England don't mix. Like water and oil. Cats and dogs.
And maybe England wasn't planning on giving himself away. But... It's kinda difficult for him to pull off being Italian. Not the best of ideas for a disguise. So...
Not to mention, those eyebrows do stand out. A little.
So he was caught!
Everyone thought it was okay at first. Until France and England actually saw each other. And...
So now they were going to put England down into the hold. Except he was springy, little bugger. And neither Spain, Prussia, or France could catch him. And sometimes they swore they heard little giggling, like the chiming of tiny bells. But they put it out of their minds and decided to leave England be. As long as England left them alone.
It should've worked except it didn't. The sea voyage crept on. With only one true relief, and that being the Italy brothers they brought along with them. Well, they only decided to bring Veneciano but like romano was going to let that happen. ("Like I'm going to leave mi fratello with the likes of you perverted bastards!")
But in the end, it all squared off. Since Veneciano was ecstatic to see his brother again. And a happy Italy is a cute Italy. So Spain was satisfied. And Prussia rolled his eyes and smacked the Spaniard upside the head when he caught Spain drooling.
So somehow they survived the long, nasty trip.
And one day, just as the crew was about to commit mutiny and throw poor Christopher Columbus off the damned boat. The look out cried,
"LAND HO!"
Spain rushed to the front of the bow. Strong arms lifting him as he climbed to the tip of the bow spirit.
"I see it!" He yelled. "I knew there must be something! Guys! Mira!"
"We see, cheri." france smiled, shaking his head.
Prussia wolf-whistled, leaning precariously over the railing. "Ha! Well would you look at that!"
"What the big deal? It's just a piece of land... We have to get around this just to get to the Far East! If you ask me, it's more of a hassle." England complained, rather sullenly.
"You are an idiot, mon cheri. Do you think we were actually looking for a shortcut to the East?" France huffed, lifting his chin primly.
"Frog bastard. If that's the case, what are you looking for?" England spat.
"We don't know. But we're about to find out." Prussia muttered under his breath.
Reply
Leave a comment