T'was the night (5/?)
anonymous
December 5 2009, 11:35:51 UTC
Morning arrived all too soon, in Alfred's opinion. He was woken by the sound of soft giggles and chuckles and murmurs. The warm, safe feeling one has when in between asleep and awake was ruined, however, by England's too loud yelling.
"Wake up already, you bloody idiot!"
Alfred groaned and tried to cover his head with his pillow. It was then that where he was sleeping registered in his quickly awakening brain: he was on the floor.
"Are you daft, America? What were you thinking falling asleep on the bloody floor? You could have caught a cold."
"Geez, chill out, old man," Alfred slurred, sitting up and trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. There was a brief pause, and then he heard a few muted giggled and chuckles, and he squinted around at his gathered guests. He looked around for Texas, remembering he had taken them off the night before.
"What are we waiting?" he asked.
"For Russia to get here," Francis replied from his perch on the sofa. "He'll be the first to begin with the presents, since he's the only one left to get down here."
"Oh," Alfred muttered. He had hoped to give Russia his present last, but he guessed it was not going to be so. Francis looked a little funny at him, and Alfred tried to smile at him, but he was sure it had been as shaky as he felt.
"Oh, the last shall be the first, then, da?" said the alluded, and all eyes turned to where Russia was standing. A strange silence fell.
Alfred blinked.
"Well," Francis drawled, "Go ahead and chose which of your presents you want to open first." Alfred could hear the evil smile in his voice, and felt the sudden chill of dread sending a shiver down his spine.
"Wake up already, you bloody idiot!"
Alfred groaned and tried to cover his head with his pillow. It was then that where he was sleeping registered in his quickly awakening brain: he was on the floor.
"Are you daft, America? What were you thinking falling asleep on the bloody floor? You could have caught a cold."
"Geez, chill out, old man," Alfred slurred, sitting up and trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. There was a brief pause, and then he heard a few muted giggled and chuckles, and he squinted around at his gathered guests. He looked around for Texas, remembering he had taken them off the night before.
"What are we waiting?" he asked.
"For Russia to get here," Francis replied from his perch on the sofa. "He'll be the first to begin with the presents, since he's the only one left to get down here."
"Oh," Alfred muttered. He had hoped to give Russia his present last, but he guessed it was not going to be so. Francis looked a little funny at him, and Alfred tried to smile at him, but he was sure it had been as shaky as he felt.
"Oh, the last shall be the first, then, da?" said the alluded, and all eyes turned to where Russia was standing. A strange silence fell.
Alfred blinked.
"Well," Francis drawled, "Go ahead and chose which of your presents you want to open first." Alfred could hear the evil smile in his voice, and felt the sudden chill of dread sending a shiver down his spine.
... Why were they all looking at him?
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And oh god England and Canada's expression in the strip just crack me up to no end!
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The big group all look so cute, though~ X3
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(recaptcha: today liberated, LOL)
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