Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (2a/??)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 08:17:22 UTC
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“The wand… is at your house? You brought this crap but left-“
“I didn’t bring it on purpose!” England snapped. “I keep my potions and alcohol in the same area.”
“That’s smart.”
“Well there’s no use in complaining about it now.” England set the bottle back to the bedside table, ignoring America’s comment. “We just have to fly back to my home and I’ll change us back.”
“Fly back- but our tickets were for adults! There’s no way they’d let us-“
“Of course I know about that! You invited Canada to this convention didn’t you? Call him.”
America brightened and dug through his pants pocket for his cell phone. Dialing his twin’s number, he waited for him to pick up.
“Allo? C’est de la part de qui?”
“…Francis?”
England, having made his way back to the tub where his clothes lay, stumbled out of the doorway, tripping over his baggy pants.
“Ah~ L'Amérique… So nice of you to call-“
In the background there was a loud gasp, but America cut it off.
“What are you doing with my brother’s cell phone?” America frowned, curling suspicion rising in his gut. “And what is that humming sound?”
“I believe that humming sound is the jet engines.” There was a pause. “L’Amerique… your voice sounds different. It sounds as if someone has a firm grasp of your-”
“Matt kept his phone on while in flight?!” America’s already high pitched voice grew higher still at the prospect of his brother potentially causing a jetliner to crash. “And you still didn’t answer my question about Mattie!”
England shrugged his button down back on, frowning at America worriedly.
A voice in the background suddenly cried out, it sounded angry and… something else.
“Hey! Was that Mattie??” America bit his bottom lip and gripped the phone. “I really need to talk to him.”
“Well… you could…but I think he’s a tad busy right now.”
Francis chuckled softly, and America felt as if he was missing out on something.
“Busy doing what?”
There was a long silence.
“Ah! Sorry, got a bit distracted there-“
“Francis, if you don’t tell me what’s going on right now-“
There was a sigh, and France was speaking to someone.
“-But he wants me to-“
Matthew’s voice suddenly came through crystal clear. “No! Don’t tell him anything-“
“He’s currently becoming a new member of the mile high club~”
America slapped his phone shut.
“…What happened?” England asked, worry filling his voice. “Is Matthew alright?”
America winced, his little cheeks turning pink. “I…just found out my brother is joining the mile high club.”
England stared at America, his shirt falling off one shoulder. “...While on the phone?? Does the frog have no sense of decency??”
Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (2b/??)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 08:19:14 UTC
“Stop your pouting! Right now we need to worry about how we’re going to get to my home, not about your future prospects of joining the mile high club.”
America picked his head up. “You think we-“
“No.”
“But-“
“Forget it.”
America frowned, the pout coming back in full force.
“Look-“ England picked America’s phone up. “We need someone to help us to get back home. Since most of the nations are most likely gone by now…” England glanced at the clock and found the time well past sundown. “Why don’t we ask one of your states?”
America shook his head. “No way.”
“Why not??” England dropped the phone and flung his hands in the air in anger, causing his pants and underwear to fall as one. He frantically jerked them back up, his face beet red, keeping one hand on the waistband of his pants. “They look old enough to pass as a guardian, don’t they?”
America, wisely, didn’t say anything about the accident. “I can’t ask my own kids for help. It’s embarrassing.”
“America…” England growled. “You have 50 of them! Surely one of them won’t mind! And why the bloody hell do you always refer to them as your kids when they’re not even-“
“-Because they’re my babies!” America cried out in his little-boy-voice, showing his over-protective nature, much to England’s annoyance. “And besides… that’d be like you asking your brother’s for help.”
England opened his mouth to yell at him once more, but quickly fell silent. Memories of his youth flooded him, back when his brother’s used to torment him on a daily basis. Hmmm… I never thought of it like that… I guess he does have a point…
“I guess we’re on our own, then?” England sighed. “The first thing we should probably do is find some clothes that fit.”
“Yeah…” America slid off the bed, making sure to keep one hand on his belt. “I bet there’s a gift shop downstairs that has something in our size.”
“…with the tacky casino logo plastered all over, I bet.” England frowned. “How are we going to walk around and pay in these over-sized clothes?”
America headed for the door, laughing and giggling in his little-boy-voice. England stared at him for a moment, old memories of America as a tiny colony filling his mind before he willingly shoved them away.
“No one will notice, they’ll be too busy gawking at the cocktail waitresses in the skimpy outfits to care.”
England stared at America. “They have cocktail waitresses here?”
America turned to meet England’s stare, a knowing smile in place. “Yeah, they do. They’re nice to look at… but they only come to you if you’re gambling.”
“Oh. Well in that case…”
America giggled again. “Don’t want to boost my economy with a charitable donation that could possibly have rewards?”
“Charitable donation my arse.”
England reached for the door handle, his hand just barely reaching it to swing the door open.
Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (2c/??)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 08:21:16 UTC
Poking his head out, his blonde hair still slightly wet and messy from their earlier activities, England nodded back to America and rushed down the hall, trying his damndest not to trip and face-plant the carpet. America followed close behind as the two made their way to the elevators.
“Wait-!” America grabbed England’s shoulder. “Do you think it’s a good idea to use the elevator? I mean…what if someone joins on with us?”
“…If your implying that we take the stairs, then maybe you’ve forgotten that we’re on the 21st floor?” England growled, his pudgy cheeks, still holding the faint memory of baby fat, flushed in anger. “And if you think I’m walking down 20 flights of stairs dressed like this and barefoot-“
“Alright-alright! Geeze… take the elevator!” America jabbed the ‘down-arrow’ button and impatiently waited for the elevator to come. “I’m just trying to be careful-“
There was a loud ding, and the double doors opened. The elevator was empty, leaving the two tiny nations to sigh in relief as they shuffled in, America stumbling over a pant leg momentarily. England stabbed his finger at the button with a huge ‘C’ on it, and the elevator took them down to the casino.
“This is all your fault, ya know.” America shot a glare over his shoulder. “You and your stupid magic.”
“My stupid magic is what will return us back to normal. Unless you want to go to the next world meeting as a child. I’m sure everyone would love seeing you like that.”
America pressed his lips together and continued to glare, remembering the ruined plans and evening. “Don’t know why I even try.”
“I often wonder the same thing.” England snapped back. “You’re just blind to my true power. If only you knew and saw everything I could see-“
“Sorry, but I’m not crazy. I don’t talk to things that don’t exist.”
England clenched his fists. “There! You did it again!”
“Did what!?”
“A double negative! How many times have I told you-“
“A double- what does that have to do with anything??” America sputtered. “Weren’t we just arguing about me not believing you-“
“There! You did it again!”
“Well this is how I talk! If you don’t like it then don’t listen!”
English cringed at the third instance and sighed in exasperation. “To think I spent all those long years pounding my language into your head… and then you go and bastardize it-“
Just then the elevator doors dinged and an elderly woman with fancy clothes, lots of jewelry and perfume walked in. England and America immediately moved to the opposite corner, attempting to look dignified and trying to keep their clothes from falling off. The elevator started up once more and the lady turned to smile at the two young boys.
Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (2d/??)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 08:23:16 UTC
“That baggy clothing… it looks a tad oversized?”
America flashed a grin, covering for England who sputtered and grasped his pants ever tighter. “This is the latest fashion! Everyone wear’s clothing that’s like this! It’s cool.”
The lady smiled, seeming used to this response. “I see… where are your parents?”
“Oh just down in the casino. Gambling. You know, the usual.” America covered with ease. “They just leave us up in the hotel room. Probably come up all angry cause they didn’t win anything-“
“Oh but that can’t happen all the time, why just the other day, I won seven hundred bucks on the penny slots!”
“You won…really?” America gaped openly. “Wow… I wish our parents-“
“Not that we’re related or anything!” England spat out and covered America’s mouth with his hands. “I’m English, not American.”
“Oh I can hear the accent-… funny, but I could have sworn you two were related.”
“…What makes you say that?”
“You two look just like each other-“
“What!? I don’t look like him!” America tore mouth away from England’s hand. “Have you seen his eyebrows! It’s like their slowly taking over his face-!”
“What!?” England tackled America to the floor and tried wrapping his tiny hands around America’s throat. “Take that back!”
“But-…! Its true-!”
America fought back, trying to shove England off him.
The elderly lady just stood and stared at the two with an amused smile.
Just then the elevator dinged twice and the doors opened. The lady bid her company farewell and left the two boys wrestling on the floor of the elevator floor, one gasping and trying to throw the other off, while the other sputtered out a string of curse words and insults that would make a sailor blush.
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A/N: … that story about the lady winning 700 bucks on a penny slot machine actually happened. To my friends grandma. I wish I had that kind of luck D:
“The wand… is at your house? You brought this crap but left-“
“I didn’t bring it on purpose!” England snapped. “I keep my potions and alcohol in the same area.”
“That’s smart.”
“Well there’s no use in complaining about it now.” England set the bottle back to the bedside table, ignoring America’s comment. “We just have to fly back to my home and I’ll change us back.”
“Fly back- but our tickets were for adults! There’s no way they’d let us-“
“Of course I know about that! You invited Canada to this convention didn’t you? Call him.”
America brightened and dug through his pants pocket for his cell phone. Dialing his twin’s number, he waited for him to pick up.
“Allo? C’est de la part de qui?”
“…Francis?”
England, having made his way back to the tub where his clothes lay, stumbled out of the doorway, tripping over his baggy pants.
“Ah~ L'Amérique… So nice of you to call-“
In the background there was a loud gasp, but America cut it off.
“What are you doing with my brother’s cell phone?” America frowned, curling suspicion rising in his gut. “And what is that humming sound?”
“I believe that humming sound is the jet engines.” There was a pause. “L’Amerique… your voice sounds different. It sounds as if someone has a firm grasp of your-”
“Matt kept his phone on while in flight?!” America’s already high pitched voice grew higher still at the prospect of his brother potentially causing a jetliner to crash. “And you still didn’t answer my question about Mattie!”
England shrugged his button down back on, frowning at America worriedly.
A voice in the background suddenly cried out, it sounded angry and… something else.
“Hey! Was that Mattie??” America bit his bottom lip and gripped the phone. “I really need to talk to him.”
“Well… you could…but I think he’s a tad busy right now.”
Francis chuckled softly, and America felt as if he was missing out on something.
“Busy doing what?”
There was a long silence.
“Ah! Sorry, got a bit distracted there-“
“Francis, if you don’t tell me what’s going on right now-“
There was a sigh, and France was speaking to someone.
“-But he wants me to-“
Matthew’s voice suddenly came through crystal clear. “No! Don’t tell him anything-“
“He’s currently becoming a new member of the mile high club~”
America slapped his phone shut.
“…What happened?” England asked, worry filling his voice. “Is Matthew alright?”
America winced, his little cheeks turning pink. “I…just found out my brother is joining the mile high club.”
England stared at America, his shirt falling off one shoulder. “...While on the phone?? Does the frog have no sense of decency??”
America stared at his phone, a frown appearing.
“…Why the hell are you pouting?”
“B-because… I wanted to join it first!”
England facepalmed.
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America picked his head up. “You think we-“
“No.”
“But-“
“Forget it.”
America frowned, the pout coming back in full force.
“Look-“ England picked America’s phone up. “We need someone to help us to get back home. Since most of the nations are most likely gone by now…” England glanced at the clock and found the time well past sundown. “Why don’t we ask one of your states?”
America shook his head. “No way.”
“Why not??” England dropped the phone and flung his hands in the air in anger, causing his pants and underwear to fall as one. He frantically jerked them back up, his face beet red, keeping one hand on the waistband of his pants. “They look old enough to pass as a guardian, don’t they?”
America, wisely, didn’t say anything about the accident. “I can’t ask my own kids for help. It’s embarrassing.”
“America…” England growled. “You have 50 of them! Surely one of them won’t mind! And why the bloody hell do you always refer to them as your kids when they’re not even-“
“-Because they’re my babies!” America cried out in his little-boy-voice, showing his over-protective nature, much to England’s annoyance. “And besides… that’d be like you asking your brother’s for help.”
England opened his mouth to yell at him once more, but quickly fell silent. Memories of his youth flooded him, back when his brother’s used to torment him on a daily basis. Hmmm… I never thought of it like that… I guess he does have a point…
“I guess we’re on our own, then?” England sighed. “The first thing we should probably do is find some clothes that fit.”
“Yeah…” America slid off the bed, making sure to keep one hand on his belt. “I bet there’s a gift shop downstairs that has something in our size.”
“…with the tacky casino logo plastered all over, I bet.” England frowned. “How are we going to walk around and pay in these over-sized clothes?”
America headed for the door, laughing and giggling in his little-boy-voice. England stared at him for a moment, old memories of America as a tiny colony filling his mind before he willingly shoved them away.
“No one will notice, they’ll be too busy gawking at the cocktail waitresses in the skimpy outfits to care.”
England stared at America. “They have cocktail waitresses here?”
America turned to meet England’s stare, a knowing smile in place. “Yeah, they do. They’re nice to look at… but they only come to you if you’re gambling.”
“Oh. Well in that case…”
America giggled again. “Don’t want to boost my economy with a charitable donation that could possibly have rewards?”
“Charitable donation my arse.”
England reached for the door handle, his hand just barely reaching it to swing the door open.
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“Wait-!” America grabbed England’s shoulder. “Do you think it’s a good idea to use the elevator? I mean…what if someone joins on with us?”
“…If your implying that we take the stairs, then maybe you’ve forgotten that we’re on the 21st floor?” England growled, his pudgy cheeks, still holding the faint memory of baby fat, flushed in anger. “And if you think I’m walking down 20 flights of stairs dressed like this and barefoot-“
“Alright-alright! Geeze… take the elevator!” America jabbed the ‘down-arrow’ button and impatiently waited for the elevator to come. “I’m just trying to be careful-“
There was a loud ding, and the double doors opened. The elevator was empty, leaving the two tiny nations to sigh in relief as they shuffled in, America stumbling over a pant leg momentarily. England stabbed his finger at the button with a huge ‘C’ on it, and the elevator took them down to the casino.
“This is all your fault, ya know.” America shot a glare over his shoulder. “You and your stupid magic.”
“My stupid magic is what will return us back to normal. Unless you want to go to the next world meeting as a child. I’m sure everyone would love seeing you like that.”
America pressed his lips together and continued to glare, remembering the ruined plans and evening. “Don’t know why I even try.”
“I often wonder the same thing.” England snapped back. “You’re just blind to my true power. If only you knew and saw everything I could see-“
“Sorry, but I’m not crazy. I don’t talk to things that don’t exist.”
England clenched his fists. “There! You did it again!”
“Did what!?”
“A double negative! How many times have I told you-“
“A double- what does that have to do with anything??” America sputtered. “Weren’t we just arguing about me not believing you-“
“There! You did it again!”
“Well this is how I talk! If you don’t like it then don’t listen!”
English cringed at the third instance and sighed in exasperation. “To think I spent all those long years pounding my language into your head… and then you go and bastardize it-“
Just then the elevator doors dinged and an elderly woman with fancy clothes, lots of jewelry and perfume walked in. England and America immediately moved to the opposite corner, attempting to look dignified and trying to keep their clothes from falling off. The elevator started up once more and the lady turned to smile at the two young boys.
England and America smiled back nervously.
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America flashed a grin, covering for England who sputtered and grasped his pants ever tighter. “This is the latest fashion! Everyone wear’s clothing that’s like this! It’s cool.”
The lady smiled, seeming used to this response. “I see… where are your parents?”
“Oh just down in the casino. Gambling. You know, the usual.” America covered with ease. “They just leave us up in the hotel room. Probably come up all angry cause they didn’t win anything-“
“Oh but that can’t happen all the time, why just the other day, I won seven hundred bucks on the penny slots!”
“You won…really?” America gaped openly. “Wow… I wish our parents-“
“Not that we’re related or anything!” England spat out and covered America’s mouth with his hands. “I’m English, not American.”
“Oh I can hear the accent-… funny, but I could have sworn you two were related.”
“…What makes you say that?”
“You two look just like each other-“
“What!? I don’t look like him!” America tore mouth away from England’s hand. “Have you seen his eyebrows! It’s like their slowly taking over his face-!”
“What!?” England tackled America to the floor and tried wrapping his tiny hands around America’s throat. “Take that back!”
“But-…! Its true-!”
America fought back, trying to shove England off him.
The elderly lady just stood and stared at the two with an amused smile.
Just then the elevator dinged twice and the doors opened. The lady bid her company farewell and left the two boys wrestling on the floor of the elevator floor, one gasping and trying to throw the other off, while the other sputtered out a string of curse words and insults that would make a sailor blush.
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A/N: … that story about the lady winning 700 bucks on a penny slot machine actually happened. To my friends grandma. I wish I had that kind of luck D:
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I can't stop loling at the double-negatives and Encroaching Eyebrows of Doom(tm). And the states as Al's beeeybies. Hahahaha~!
And that is one fortunate old lady! O: Goddamn, who does that happen to?!
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