Original request was for some America teasing England with the word "jerking," which refers, in the US, to the dance in this song: ttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qv9VKKXwVxU.
Ugh, this fails majorly. I’m sorry op. ;o;
A twitch was steadily beginning to develop in Arthur’s eye. To say that he was irritated would be an understatement.
Alfred was late, as usual, and Arthur had already finished a cup of tea, and a second one was growing cold in the face of the Briton’s annoyance. This wasn’t even a world meeting where, if Alfred was late, they could just get started without him (because in truth, they got more done when he wasn’t there). No, this was a private meeting set up by each of their bosses, which meant there wasn’t much for him to do, other than wait for his tea to get colder.
Stupid America and his stupid lateness.
Arthur had half a mind to leave, but no, his boss wouldn’t appreciate that. So he waited, and after about an hour of waiting, Alfred finally decided to make his appearance.
He walked in, casually, like it didn’t even bother him that he was late (which was likely the case) and gave a mock salute to the elder nation.
“Yo.”
Arthur fumed.
“Where the bloody hell have you been!?”
Alfred blinked, as though he didn’t have a clue what Arthur was talking about, then his face brightened, and he laughed as it suddenly came to him.
“Oh, that! Sorry, I got sidetracked on YouTube, and then I started jerking-”
“What!?” Arthur cried, heat rising to his face, shocked that Alfred would even say such a thing.
“Yeah, I was jerking. Is that a problem?”
Arthur sputtered, his face going redder by the second. “Y-yes! You don’t go around saying things like that, are you insane!?”
Honestly, he thought he had raised the other nation better than that.
The American pouted a little. “But it’s fun.”
“I don’t care if it’s fun!” Arthur crossed his arms, the blush still prominent on his cheeks as he looked anywhere but in Alfred’s direction. “You just don’t say it. It’s not decent!”
Alfred crossed his arms also, but stared down at the other nation with a strange expression.
“England…”
“What?”
“Are you just saying that because you can’t do it?”
“E-excuse me!?”
Alfred grinned. “Oh, it’s alright that you can’t.”
“My ability to do it isn’t the problem here!”
Alfred’s grin somehow grew wider and he walked over and wrapped a single arm around the Briton’s shoulders.
“Oh, Iggy, if you can’t do it, just say so! Here, I’ll show you how.”
“W-what!?” Had Alfred gone mad? “No, you won’t, you degenerate!”
But the nation had already moved away from him and was shrugging off his infamous bomber jacket.
“I swear, if you start…”
Alfred paid the other no mind and pulled out his iPod Touch (Why the hell did he need that? Did he use music to-no! Arthur was not going doing that train of thought.) He pressed play and a song played that seemed wholly unfitting.
"You’re a jerk. I know. You’re a jerk. You’re a jerk. I know," It began with a catchy beat in the background, and Alfred started to do a strange dance that looked like he was skipping in place, but backwards. The people on the song started to rap, and Alfred stopped, grinning, and looked over in Arthur’s direction.
“Think you can get that?”
It took a moment for Arthur to realize that Alfred was referring to the dance he just did. Then it took even longer for Arthur to realize that the American had been referring to the dance the whole time and not, well, masturbation.
A look of relief overtook his face.
“Oh, thank god,” he sighed, glad that he wouldn’t have to witness anything he didn’t want to. But Alfred’s expression suddenly changed from its jovial obliviousness to something decidedly more evil, though the obnoxious grin remained.
Re: You're a Jerk [1/1]
anonymous
February 3 2010, 07:26:42 UTC
I chuckled at the whole thing and then LOL'd at that last line. Because devilish America is such a kink of mine. I KNEW America was faking about not knowing what England was talking about...
Request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10960.html?thread=22565072#t22565072
Original request was for some America teasing England with the word "jerking," which refers, in the US, to the dance in this song: ttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qv9VKKXwVxU.
Ugh, this fails majorly. I’m sorry op. ;o;
A twitch was steadily beginning to develop in Arthur’s eye. To say that he was irritated would be an understatement.
Alfred was late, as usual, and Arthur had already finished a cup of tea, and a second one was growing cold in the face of the Briton’s annoyance. This wasn’t even a world meeting where, if Alfred was late, they could just get started without him (because in truth, they got more done when he wasn’t there). No, this was a private meeting set up by each of their bosses, which meant there wasn’t much for him to do, other than wait for his tea to get colder.
Stupid America and his stupid lateness.
Arthur had half a mind to leave, but no, his boss wouldn’t appreciate that. So he waited, and after about an hour of waiting, Alfred finally decided to make his appearance.
He walked in, casually, like it didn’t even bother him that he was late (which was likely the case) and gave a mock salute to the elder nation.
“Yo.”
Arthur fumed.
“Where the bloody hell have you been!?”
Alfred blinked, as though he didn’t have a clue what Arthur was talking about, then his face brightened, and he laughed as it suddenly came to him.
“Oh, that! Sorry, I got sidetracked on YouTube, and then I started jerking-”
“What!?” Arthur cried, heat rising to his face, shocked that Alfred would even say such a thing.
“Yeah, I was jerking. Is that a problem?”
Arthur sputtered, his face going redder by the second. “Y-yes! You don’t go around saying things like that, are you insane!?”
Honestly, he thought he had raised the other nation better than that.
The American pouted a little. “But it’s fun.”
“I don’t care if it’s fun!” Arthur crossed his arms, the blush still prominent on his cheeks as he looked anywhere but in Alfred’s direction. “You just don’t say it. It’s not decent!”
Alfred crossed his arms also, but stared down at the other nation with a strange expression.
“England…”
“What?”
“Are you just saying that because you can’t do it?”
“E-excuse me!?”
Alfred grinned. “Oh, it’s alright that you can’t.”
“My ability to do it isn’t the problem here!”
Alfred’s grin somehow grew wider and he walked over and wrapped a single arm around the Briton’s shoulders.
“Oh, Iggy, if you can’t do it, just say so! Here, I’ll show you how.”
“W-what!?” Had Alfred gone mad? “No, you won’t, you degenerate!”
But the nation had already moved away from him and was shrugging off his infamous bomber jacket.
“I swear, if you start…”
Alfred paid the other no mind and pulled out his iPod Touch (Why the hell did he need that? Did he use music to-no! Arthur was not going doing that train of thought.) He pressed play and a song played that seemed wholly unfitting.
"You’re a jerk. I know. You’re a jerk. You’re a jerk. I know," It began with a catchy beat in the background, and Alfred started to do a strange dance that looked like he was skipping in place, but backwards. The people on the song started to rap, and Alfred stopped, grinning, and looked over in Arthur’s direction.
“Think you can get that?”
It took a moment for Arthur to realize that Alfred was referring to the dance he just did. Then it took even longer for Arthur to realize that the American had been referring to the dance the whole time and not, well, masturbation.
A look of relief overtook his face.
“Oh, thank god,” he sighed, glad that he wouldn’t have to witness anything he didn’t want to. But Alfred’s expression suddenly changed from its jovial obliviousness to something decidedly more evil, though the obnoxious grin remained.
“What? What did you think I was talking about?”
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Ohmygod, anon, I laughed. Out loud.
I never do that.
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“My ability to do it isn't the problem here!”
I lol'd.
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I KNEW America was faking about not knowing what England was talking about...
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