A Thousand Ways to Say... 3b/?
anonymous
February 14 2010, 04:19:50 UTC
Japan chuckled into his hand and then lifted the camera to show it to England. “Did you remember to remove the lens cap first, England-san?”
England blanched as his mouth fell open. “I…I didn’t realize.”
“I’m afraid this video won’t help you at all with your mission,” Japan responded, biting his lip to suppress any further laughter as he held out the camera. “You are welcome to use it again, if you wish.”
England scowled, more at himself than anything, and took the camcorder with a nod. “Yes, and I appreciate it, Japan.” He stood and headed for the door. “Then, I’ll see you tomorrow, Japan.”
“Until tomorrow, England-san. Have a pleasant evening.”
England returned to his own hotel room, only to spend a bit of time making sure he knew exactly how to work the camera, so there would be no more repeats of the day’s fiasco. Luckily he still had a few more days before the conference ended and he’d have to return the camera to Japan, because although he’d planned a few more days in the country to spend on pleasure rather than business, the others would have to return home. Once he was satisfied that he had gotten it right, he carefully packed the camera away, picked out a fresh suit for the next day and made sure he had the right cardkeys before he made his way to America’s room.
England was rather surprised when he opened the door and it was completely dark. He frowned and flickered on the lights, where he was greeted by the sight of a fast asleep America. That wasn’t like America to go to sleep when he knew he’d be meeting up with England later, and England couldn’t help a frustrated groan. Despite how annoyed he was that he’d failed to capture America speaking a foreign language on video, he was still feeling rather randy and had been looking forward to America helping him relieve that particular frustration, even if there wouldn’t be any sweet nothings in French or Italian or whatever whispered in his ear.
Regardless, England pulled off his jacket and kicked off his shoes, turning off the light again, before he crawled into bed behind America and wrapped his arms around the sleeping nation. He tucked his head against America’s, happy to at least be near him, and closed his eyes. There were still a few days left, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
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I hope OP doesn't mind that this has turned into a language kink type thing, as well. orz
Re: A Thousand Ways to Say... 3b/? [OP]
anonymous
February 14 2010, 07:17:14 UTC
OP doesn't mind at all that the language kink is showing up, since it fits the situation so well. I am totally loving this!
Lol, I hope England remembers to get close enough to get actual audio. I don't think America would be convinced otherwise. :P And poor jealous, insecure America. England still hasn't learned, I see. *tsks*
Re: A Thousand Ways to Say... 3b/?
anonymous
February 14 2010, 13:38:34 UTC
Oh England...oh England...you are creating a big ol' mess for yourself and you can't even see the potential so blind by the need to get what you want...when you already have it...
You idiot... *shakes head*
Poor America...this is going to be painful but fun I can already tell.
England blanched as his mouth fell open. “I…I didn’t realize.”
“I’m afraid this video won’t help you at all with your mission,” Japan responded, biting his lip to suppress any further laughter as he held out the camera. “You are welcome to use it again, if you wish.”
England scowled, more at himself than anything, and took the camcorder with a nod. “Yes, and I appreciate it, Japan.” He stood and headed for the door. “Then, I’ll see you tomorrow, Japan.”
“Until tomorrow, England-san. Have a pleasant evening.”
England returned to his own hotel room, only to spend a bit of time making sure he knew exactly how to work the camera, so there would be no more repeats of the day’s fiasco. Luckily he still had a few more days before the conference ended and he’d have to return the camera to Japan, because although he’d planned a few more days in the country to spend on pleasure rather than business, the others would have to return home. Once he was satisfied that he had gotten it right, he carefully packed the camera away, picked out a fresh suit for the next day and made sure he had the right cardkeys before he made his way to America’s room.
England was rather surprised when he opened the door and it was completely dark. He frowned and flickered on the lights, where he was greeted by the sight of a fast asleep America. That wasn’t like America to go to sleep when he knew he’d be meeting up with England later, and England couldn’t help a frustrated groan. Despite how annoyed he was that he’d failed to capture America speaking a foreign language on video, he was still feeling rather randy and had been looking forward to America helping him relieve that particular frustration, even if there wouldn’t be any sweet nothings in French or Italian or whatever whispered in his ear.
Regardless, England pulled off his jacket and kicked off his shoes, turning off the light again, before he crawled into bed behind America and wrapped his arms around the sleeping nation. He tucked his head against America’s, happy to at least be near him, and closed his eyes. There were still a few days left, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
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I hope OP doesn't mind that this has turned into a language kink type thing, as well. orz
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Lol, I hope England remembers to get close enough to get actual audio. I don't think America would be convinced otherwise. :P And poor jealous, insecure America. England still hasn't learned, I see. *tsks*
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You idiot... *shakes head*
Poor America...this is going to be painful but fun I can already tell.
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