Re: can't think of a title [1.3/?]
anonymous
February 6 2010, 03:26:46 UTC
How on earth did I forget this part D: I played around with the request a little (hope you don’t mind them actually splitting) and next part is going to be in the nation’s povs. :D I just had to fill this story since I made a similar request and needed one of the two to get filled. Brown doesn't, but Tony loves England --- “Um, sorry about that William. I, uh… I kinda forgot about the meeting.” Alfred stuttered, obviously feeling awkward.
“Was that England?” Brown didn’t seem too focused on the meeting himself.
“Yeah!” America perked up at the mere mention of England. Sickening.
“Why?” His voice quivered and he didn’t want to know the answer.
“We’re going out!” America replied with confidence, his smile brimming with pride at his words.
Brown nearly dropped to his knees, still in a spiraling denial. The world grew distorted and dizzying. “What… what are you talking about, ‘going out?’”
“Well, it kind of means we’re in a ‘Special Relationship.’” America chuckled softly, apparently amused at his own wit.
No, no, no!
“America! You will not be associated with that… that lobsterback!” Brown screamed, recalling words his mother taught him, and Alfred smile dropped, looking a little hurt by his comment.
“Nobody’s really used that since the 1900s you know.” America said quietly, the pain in his voice evident. “It’s not really that offensive anymore anyway, sounds kind of funny of you listen to it. I‘m surprised you‘re so familiar with the term. Actually--”
“Shut up! I don’t want you to be fucking dating a limey, and of all people, their nation!” He yelled, “That dirty whore, how did that bastard lure you?” But almost immediately regretted saying so as soon as he saw the expression on America’s face.
Wounded but irate and defensive, it almost looked like Alfred wanted to cry but his fierce and completely hateful tone was something Brown never expected to hear - his nation always seemed as if he were constantly cheerful. “Don’t use that tone about Arthur with me, William. Arthur’s a good person and you don’t know shit about him, so don’t go about calling him names just as you want.”
His voice grew lower and much more menacing in an almost unhinged state, “My boss or not, you aren’t allowed to say things like that about him. I love him and we’re in a relationship, you’ll just have to get used to it.”
America was somewhat disoriented, now that he thought of it.
Now that he was living it. It seemed normal for him to be borderline insane, and Brown felt threatened. But thoughts of England and Alfred replayed in his mind, and with each growing second he felt more and more irritated. Was America talking back to him? His self pride grew, angry and indignant that someone he thought of as everything would even begin to take such a tone with him.
His next words came out unexpectedly. “I won’t have to, Alfred.” He mumbled.
America looked at him skeptically but asked anyway. “And why is that?”
Brown grew uneasy, looking for anything to say, he had to say something, fast. He racked his mind, and finally tumbled onto what he knew was unfair, but as he recited the words in his mind, he began to feel more and more empowered by it. It was a wonder he didn’t think of this sooner.
“The special relationship we have with Britain… is over.” He said it with such stillness, calamity, that Alfred suddenly knew this wasn’t a joke.
America’s eyes widened with fear and disbelief. “Wait! William, you can’t do that! You can’t just…”
“Can’t I?” He snapped, “I have four fifths of the people living on this continent, America, that go along with what I say. You have no say in this. The US and the UK are officially separated.” He proceeded to walk off, leaving America stunned.
“You wouldn’t!” America called, his voice distant and desperate.
But it was announced the very next day that Britain and the United States severed their ties.
Re: can't think of a title [1.3/?]
anonymous
February 6 2010, 07:25:27 UTC
Oooh, this looks like it'll be good. I already hate Brown for trying to break America and England up. That guy... I really hope he gets his comeuppance.
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“Um, sorry about that William. I, uh… I kinda forgot about the meeting.” Alfred stuttered, obviously feeling awkward.
“Was that England?” Brown didn’t seem too focused on the meeting himself.
“Yeah!” America perked up at the mere mention of England. Sickening.
“Why?” His voice quivered and he didn’t want to know the answer.
“We’re going out!” America replied with confidence, his smile brimming with pride at his words.
Brown nearly dropped to his knees, still in a spiraling denial. The world grew distorted and dizzying. “What… what are you talking about, ‘going out?’”
“Well, it kind of means we’re in a ‘Special Relationship.’” America chuckled softly, apparently amused at his own wit.
No, no, no!
“America! You will not be associated with that… that lobsterback!” Brown screamed, recalling words his mother taught him, and Alfred smile dropped, looking a little hurt by his comment.
“Nobody’s really used that since the 1900s you know.” America said quietly, the pain in his voice evident. “It’s not really that offensive anymore anyway, sounds kind of funny of you listen to it. I‘m surprised you‘re so familiar with the term. Actually--”
“Shut up! I don’t want you to be fucking dating a limey, and of all people, their nation!” He yelled, “That dirty whore, how did that bastard lure you?” But almost immediately regretted saying so as soon as he saw the expression on America’s face.
Wounded but irate and defensive, it almost looked like Alfred wanted to cry but his fierce and completely hateful tone was something Brown never expected to hear - his nation always seemed as if he were constantly cheerful. “Don’t use that tone about Arthur with me, William. Arthur’s a good person and you don’t know shit about him, so don’t go about calling him names just as you want.”
His voice grew lower and much more menacing in an almost unhinged state, “My boss or not, you aren’t allowed to say things like that about him. I love him and we’re in a relationship, you’ll just have to get used to it.”
America was somewhat disoriented, now that he thought of it.
Now that he was living it. It seemed normal for him to be borderline insane, and Brown felt threatened. But thoughts of England and Alfred replayed in his mind, and with each growing second he felt more and more irritated. Was America talking back to him? His self pride grew, angry and indignant that someone he thought of as everything would even begin to take such a tone with him.
His next words came out unexpectedly. “I won’t have to, Alfred.” He mumbled.
America looked at him skeptically but asked anyway. “And why is that?”
Brown grew uneasy, looking for anything to say, he had to say something, fast. He racked his mind, and finally tumbled onto what he knew was unfair, but as he recited the words in his mind, he began to feel more and more empowered by it. It was a wonder he didn’t think of this sooner.
“The special relationship we have with Britain… is over.” He said it with such stillness, calamity, that Alfred suddenly knew this wasn’t a joke.
America’s eyes widened with fear and disbelief. “Wait! William, you can’t do that! You can’t just…”
“Can’t I?” He snapped, “I have four fifths of the people living on this continent, America, that go along with what I say. You have no say in this. The US and the UK are officially separated.” He proceeded to walk off, leaving America stunned.
“You wouldn’t!” America called, his voice distant and desperate.
But it was announced the very next day that Britain and the United States severed their ties.
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That said, I'm interested to see where this one goes!
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