Underneath [7/?]
anonymous
April 13 2010, 20:43:08 UTC
England used the flight back home to ponder what to do with all the new information he'd learned. The problem was that he had no idea what he should do, really. Simply filing it all away in his mind seemed wrong. He felt restless at the mere thought, as though he had been building up to something and doing nothing instead would be a terrible mistake. But he wasn't sure what other option he had. It wasn't as though America had done something dangerous or terrible, something that necesitated a meeting or even taking him into custody. He was just very...England wasn't even sure what the word for it was.
So. He had to do something. It occured suddenly to him that the next step was fairly obvious. He needed to go talk to America. When he reached London, England bought a ticket on the next flight to the States.
America was surprised to see him, to say the least. The younger nation's eyes bugged behind his glasses in a way that made England fight down a smile.
"England?" America said, once he'd regained his bearing. "What the heck are you doing here?"
"Thought I'd drop by for a visit," England explained, which wasn't entirely a lie. "Could I come in?"
"Yeah, of course," America said, stepping aside to let England into his house. "I wasn't expecting you, is all. Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," England said, standing awkwardly in the foyer of the house. Now that he was here, he wasn't really sure what he was actually going to say. 'You don't have a bunch of bodies rotting in your cellar, right?' Somehow, he didn't think that would go well regardless of the answer.
"Do you want some tea?" America offered. "I think I've got a couple packets stashed at the back of the pantry. I mean, I don't know if they're good or not, beacause, ew, tea. But you might like them, and-"
"Tea would be nice," England said, cutting off the string of babbling. He already felt reassured. So what if America had been slightly unhinged during his Cold War years? It was like he'd told Russia: they all had bad times. England could remember plenty of times throughout his own history when he'd teetered uncomfortably towards madness. He felt rather silly for getting so worked up.
He followed America into the kitchen, noting that the house was more or less unchanged from the last time he'd visited. That too was very reassuring. He sat at the table and watched as America set about making himself a cup of coffee and England a cup of tea. The entire scene was rather pleasingly domestic.
"So, what's up?" America asked, sitting down at the table and scooting England's tea over to him.
Re: Underneath [7/?]
anonymous
April 14 2010, 00:54:56 UTC
Good god, England is amazingly good at rationalizations (and not just in this part, either!). I like how his thought process just starts heading towards "Oh well, we're all a little mad here :Db". OTL
This whole paragraph is a thing of beauty and hilarity, for some strange reason:
"Everything's fine," England said, standing awkwardly in the foyer of the house. Now that he was here, he wasn't really sure what he was actually going to say. 'You don't have a bunch of bodies rotting in your cellar, right?' Somehow, he didn't think that would go well regardless of the answer.
Re: Underneath [7/?]
anonymous
April 16 2010, 07:55:55 UTC
Good god, England is amazingly good at rationalizations (and not just in this part, either!). I like how his thought process just starts heading towards "Oh well, we're all a little mad here :Db". OTL
IKR? 8D Gotta love the way England thinks. This chapter has me so psyched, author anon, I hope you update soon, but honestly no pressure. ♥
So. He had to do something. It occured suddenly to him that the next step was fairly obvious. He needed to go talk to America. When he reached London, England bought a ticket on the next flight to the States.
America was surprised to see him, to say the least. The younger nation's eyes bugged behind his glasses in a way that made England fight down a smile.
"England?" America said, once he'd regained his bearing. "What the heck are you doing here?"
"Thought I'd drop by for a visit," England explained, which wasn't entirely a lie. "Could I come in?"
"Yeah, of course," America said, stepping aside to let England into his house. "I wasn't expecting you, is all. Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," England said, standing awkwardly in the foyer of the house. Now that he was here, he wasn't really sure what he was actually going to say. 'You don't have a bunch of bodies rotting in your cellar, right?' Somehow, he didn't think that would go well regardless of the answer.
"Do you want some tea?" America offered. "I think I've got a couple packets stashed at the back of the pantry. I mean, I don't know if they're good or not, beacause, ew, tea. But you might like them, and-"
"Tea would be nice," England said, cutting off the string of babbling. He already felt reassured. So what if America had been slightly unhinged during his Cold War years? It was like he'd told Russia: they all had bad times. England could remember plenty of times throughout his own history when he'd teetered uncomfortably towards madness. He felt rather silly for getting so worked up.
He followed America into the kitchen, noting that the house was more or less unchanged from the last time he'd visited. That too was very reassuring. He sat at the table and watched as America set about making himself a cup of coffee and England a cup of tea. The entire scene was rather pleasingly domestic.
"So, what's up?" America asked, sitting down at the table and scooting England's tea over to him.
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This whole paragraph is a thing of beauty and hilarity, for some strange reason:
"Everything's fine," England said, standing awkwardly in the foyer of the house. Now that he was here, he wasn't really sure what he was actually going to say. 'You don't have a bunch of bodies rotting in your cellar, right?' Somehow, he didn't think that would go well regardless of the answer.
That last sentence had me in stitches. XD
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IKR? 8D Gotta love the way England thinks. This chapter has me so psyched, author anon, I hope you update soon, but honestly no pressure. ♥
Man, this fill is just written no nicely. \;3;/
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