The Cracky Adventures of USxUK [1/?]
anonymous
February 8 2010, 23:52:46 UTC
As promised I gave this prompt a shot. xD I tried to include most of the bonuses. I do implore of a different anon to give this a shot though...mine's crappy.
I would like to apologize to all British/Americans before I start. I butchered British slang and overkilled the word fuck. Thank you. Uhm...let the crack begin.
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Together Alfred and Arthur held hands, Arthur blushing as he entered Alfred’s room... He hadn’t seen Alfred’s house in so long, and his nerves were alight with the idea of seeing it now for such a purpose. But as the American opened the door… The room was plastered with pictures left and right that said ‘HERO THAT’S ME BABY.’ ‘READY FOR ME TO CUM TO YOUR RESCUE?’ And the bed itself was covered in Alfred’s familiar spandex-clad hero…Superman. As Alfred flew forward and jumped on the bed, Arthur cringed as he landed on the cover sheet Superman’s crotch. “Welllll Igggyyy are you ready?” Alfred leaned back on the covers, taking off his pants to reveal his own superman covered boxers. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS UP WITH YOUR OBSESSION WITH SUPERMAN?!” Arthur screamed, flailing with a cup of tea. “HE’S DAMN UGLY!” “ARE YOU DRUNK OR SOMETHING IGGY? SUPERMAN IS HOT! AND HE’S A HERO!” “BLOODY NO WAY.” “WHAT’S WITH YOU AND BLOOD IGGY!” “WHAT’S WITH YOU AND SUPERMAN’S PACKET?” “…What’s a packet?” “It’s a…a…shut up!” Arthur blushed, turning away. “I’m leaving.” “But we haven’t even done it yetttt.” Alfred sobbed, clinging to Arthur. “You’re such a party pooper!” “At least I’m not a plonker who only wants to snog and get his goolies into someone else!” “W…w..what the pfft what did you just say? I couldn’t tell because of all your ridiculous slang.” Alfred began to giggle, Arthur looking at him with a death glare though it was undermined by the blush full-spread on his face. “…Go piss yourself.” He muttered under his breath. “Oooo Iggy’s getting nasty!” Alfred laughed, tugging the blond nation onto the bed. “Are you drunk?” “What do you think you twat?! I’d have to be arse-over-tit to ever consider shagging a ballistic bloke like you!” Alfred sat there for a second, blinking at Arthur’s slang before grinning and pulling off his shirt. “I’ll take that as a hell yes!”
I would like to apologize to all British/Americans before I start. I butchered British slang and overkilled the word fuck. Thank you. Uhm...let the crack begin.
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Together Alfred and Arthur held hands, Arthur blushing as he entered Alfred’s room... He hadn’t seen Alfred’s house in so long, and his nerves were alight with the idea of seeing it now for such a purpose. But as the American opened the door…
The room was plastered with pictures left and right that said ‘HERO THAT’S ME BABY.’ ‘READY FOR ME TO CUM TO YOUR RESCUE?’ And the bed itself was covered in Alfred’s familiar spandex-clad hero…Superman. As Alfred flew forward and jumped on the bed, Arthur cringed as he landed on the cover sheet Superman’s crotch. “Welllll Igggyyy are you ready?” Alfred leaned back on the covers, taking off his pants to reveal his own superman covered boxers.
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS UP WITH YOUR OBSESSION WITH SUPERMAN?!” Arthur screamed, flailing with a cup of tea. “HE’S DAMN UGLY!”
“ARE YOU DRUNK OR SOMETHING IGGY? SUPERMAN IS HOT! AND HE’S A HERO!”
“BLOODY NO WAY.”
“WHAT’S WITH YOU AND BLOOD IGGY!”
“WHAT’S WITH YOU AND SUPERMAN’S PACKET?”
“…What’s a packet?”
“It’s a…a…shut up!” Arthur blushed, turning away. “I’m leaving.”
“But we haven’t even done it yetttt.” Alfred sobbed, clinging to Arthur. “You’re such a party pooper!”
“At least I’m not a plonker who only wants to snog and get his goolies into someone else!”
“W…w..what the pfft what did you just say? I couldn’t tell because of all your ridiculous slang.” Alfred began to giggle, Arthur looking at him with a death glare though it was undermined by the blush full-spread on his face.
“…Go piss yourself.” He muttered under his breath.
“Oooo Iggy’s getting nasty!” Alfred laughed, tugging the blond nation onto the bed. “Are you drunk?”
“What do you think you twat?! I’d have to be arse-over-tit to ever consider shagging a ballistic bloke like you!”
Alfred sat there for a second, blinking at Arthur’s slang before grinning and pulling off his shirt. “I’ll take that as a hell yes!”
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