Re: USUK, dogs? Part 2/2
anonymous
January 23 2010, 20:05:00 UTC
Unless of course America decided to come visit. And, like everything else the rebel nation did, he had to shout his entrance to the entire house.
“ENGLAND! I WANT TO SHOW YOU THIS AWESOME NEW BURGER I MADE!”
Everyone in the potion room held their breaths as the intruder came closer and closer to them. All of them prayed to God and several demigods that America would not notice the room, think England was gone, and leave. But America never did what people wanted him to do, did he?
“England? Are you here? Where are you -oh look! A room” If she had a hand, Miss Bottoms would have face palmed, but unfortunately, she had to settle for a simple eye twitch. The door to the potion room creaked open and a blonde head poke inside.
“Heeellllllooooooo? Anyone here? Wow, this room is horrible; Iggy really needs to find a better interior designer.” He entered the room and looked around briefly before tinkering with things on the shelf. It seemed as if their prayers were answered; America didn’t notice them-
“OMG IT’S A PUPPY!”
Or not. Miss Bottoms was so distracted by appealing to the Powers that be that she failed to notice America looking in their direction. Poor England tried to escape, but he was not used to paws and fell on his face. America quickly ran over and scooped him up.
“AWWWWH! You look like England! You even have his eyebrows! You poor thing...” The Yorkie nation growled and nipped at the taller (now really taller) nation, but America just laughed.
“ You even have his attitude! That’s it; I’m taking you with me! England was a horrible father and you need lots of open fields and hamburgers to grow big and strong!” England whined and sent a pleading look towards Miss Bottoms and the fairies, but there was nothing any of the could do; America was already out the door, gushing over his new ‘pet’.
“ENGLAND! I WANT TO SHOW YOU THIS AWESOME NEW BURGER I MADE!”
Everyone in the potion room held their breaths as the intruder came closer and closer to them. All of them prayed to God and several demigods that America would not notice the room, think England was gone, and leave. But America never did what people wanted him to do, did he?
“England? Are you here? Where are you -oh look! A room” If she had a hand, Miss Bottoms would have face palmed, but unfortunately, she had to settle for a simple eye twitch. The door to the potion room creaked open and a blonde head poke inside.
“Heeellllllooooooo? Anyone here? Wow, this room is horrible; Iggy really needs to find a better interior designer.” He entered the room and looked around briefly before tinkering with things on the shelf. It seemed as if their prayers were answered; America didn’t notice them-
“OMG IT’S A PUPPY!”
Or not. Miss Bottoms was so distracted by appealing to the Powers that be that she failed to notice America looking in their direction. Poor England tried to escape, but he was not used to paws and fell on his face. America quickly ran over and scooped him up.
“AWWWWH! You look like England! You even have his eyebrows! You poor thing...” The Yorkie nation growled and nipped at the taller (now really taller) nation, but America just laughed.
“ You even have his attitude! That’s it; I’m taking you with me! England was a horrible father and you need lots of open fields and hamburgers to grow big and strong!” England whined and sent a pleading look towards Miss Bottoms and the fairies, but there was nothing any of the could do; America was already out the door, gushing over his new ‘pet’.
“I’m going to name you McDonalds!”
May the Gods have mercy over England’s soul.
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Anon can't wait to see more!
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