[a Pseudo-fill] Sexy(?) Language Meeting - Part 2
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February 14 2010, 06:47:12 UTC
“Why din’t you just say so in the first place, mate?” Australia asked with a gleaming white smile. He gave North Italy a good-natured pat on the back. The force was enough to send the Italian reeling into the wall.
“No way am I getting stuck seating next to this idiot!” South Italy bellowed as he stood to leave.
“ENOUGH!” England yelled, now standing on the meeting table, desperately trying to avoid a ‘hug attack’ America had just been inspired to initiate.
Silence fell over the room.
England ran a hand through his hair, and adjusted his tie. “Ahem. Boys. This meeting was not on your schedules because you were not invited to this meeting. As the source of the English language, I have decided that only one representative is needed at this meeting.” Because I have no desire to show off how you degraded my beautiful language, he thought to himself.
“But that’s not fair!” America and Australia whined in unison.
England held up a hand. “This neither the time nor the place to discuss this matter. If you are still upset by my decision, we can discuss it tomorrow night at the Common Wealth meeting.”
America opened his mouth to point out that he was not invited to the Common Wealth meeting either (because England clearly had a policy against awesome), but thought better of it and closed his mouth. New Zealand and Canada (and many of the beautiful languages sub-committee deligates) breathed a sigh of relief.
But their relief was premature. America bit his lip. His right index finger began tapping his chin. England failed to notice this as he moved down from the table, and back towards the podium. Canada and Australia, however, immediately picked up on this outward sign that America was thinking. Australia grinned. Canada groaned.
New Zealand waited patiently on the floor to be dragged off to the next hair brained adventure his brother dreamed up.
“Now, if you gentlemen would be so go as to depart, I would like to resume our meeting,” England began with a forced smile.
America stopped tapping his chin and looked up at England. Australia’s grin grew. The yank must have a plan.
“So, let me check my understanding,” America began in a calm even tone. His characteristic grin did not grace his lips. His face was still. Unreadible. The use of America’s poker face was causing Australia’s smile to grow to Cheshire cat-like proportions.
England sighed, but gave a nod indicating that America should continue.
“This is the meeting for beautiful languages,” America stated.
England rolled his eyes, but nodded.
“English, being one of the aforementioned languages?”
England quirked an eyebrow at the use of the large word from his former protégé, but nodded.
“As the nation of origin for English, you have decided that English requires only one representative?”
England nodded.
“As the place of origin for the language, you get to decide how many dialectical representatives will be present at this meeting?”
A small gasp was barely audible as Canada realized where his brother’s line of questioning was going.
“I already stated that,” replied Arthur with a slight edge to his voice.
Australia began to laugh as he saw the trap England had put himself into.
England had to close his eyes, America’s smile flashed open so wide and bright in response. “That’s bad news for New Zealand.”
Australia attempted to nod gravely while still grinning. “Better luck next time, mate,” Steve said while giving a soft pat on his twin brother’s shoulder.
England’s eyes narrow as he tried to follow what had just happened.
“France? I imagine you would allow Canada to represent Français?” America asked politely.
While France had no great love for many of the changes Canada’s people had made to his beautiful language over the years, he could not resist the chance to watch England squirm. Not only could he undermine England’s authority over sweet Matthew, but he could ensure that Français was better represented at this meeting than English. England would surely regret limiting his numbers so quickly.
“No way am I getting stuck seating next to this idiot!” South Italy bellowed as he stood to leave.
“ENOUGH!” England yelled, now standing on the meeting table, desperately trying to avoid a ‘hug attack’ America had just been inspired to initiate.
Silence fell over the room.
England ran a hand through his hair, and adjusted his tie. “Ahem. Boys. This meeting was not on your schedules because you were not invited to this meeting. As the source of the English language, I have decided that only one representative is needed at this meeting.” Because I have no desire to show off how you degraded my beautiful language, he thought to himself.
“But that’s not fair!” America and Australia whined in unison.
England held up a hand. “This neither the time nor the place to discuss this matter. If you are still upset by my decision, we can discuss it tomorrow night at the Common Wealth meeting.”
America opened his mouth to point out that he was not invited to the Common Wealth meeting either (because England clearly had a policy against awesome), but thought better of it and closed his mouth. New Zealand and Canada (and many of the beautiful languages sub-committee deligates) breathed a sigh of relief.
But their relief was premature. America bit his lip. His right index finger began tapping his chin. England failed to notice this as he moved down from the table, and back towards the podium. Canada and Australia, however, immediately picked up on this outward sign that America was thinking. Australia grinned. Canada groaned.
New Zealand waited patiently on the floor to be dragged off to the next hair brained adventure his brother dreamed up.
“Now, if you gentlemen would be so go as to depart, I would like to resume our meeting,” England began with a forced smile.
America stopped tapping his chin and looked up at England. Australia’s grin grew. The yank must have a plan.
“So, let me check my understanding,” America began in a calm even tone. His characteristic grin did not grace his lips. His face was still. Unreadible. The use of America’s poker face was causing Australia’s smile to grow to Cheshire cat-like proportions.
England sighed, but gave a nod indicating that America should continue.
“This is the meeting for beautiful languages,” America stated.
England rolled his eyes, but nodded.
“English, being one of the aforementioned languages?”
England quirked an eyebrow at the use of the large word from his former protégé, but nodded.
“As the nation of origin for English, you have decided that English requires only one representative?”
England nodded.
“As the place of origin for the language, you get to decide how many dialectical representatives will be present at this meeting?”
A small gasp was barely audible as Canada realized where his brother’s line of questioning was going.
“I already stated that,” replied Arthur with a slight edge to his voice.
Australia began to laugh as he saw the trap England had put himself into.
England had to close his eyes, America’s smile flashed open so wide and bright in response. “That’s bad news for New Zealand.”
Australia attempted to nod gravely while still grinning. “Better luck next time, mate,” Steve said while giving a soft pat on his twin brother’s shoulder.
England’s eyes narrow as he tried to follow what had just happened.
“France? I imagine you would allow Canada to represent Français?” America asked politely.
While France had no great love for many of the changes Canada’s people had made to his beautiful language over the years, he could not resist the chance to watch England squirm. Not only could he undermine England’s authority over sweet Matthew, but he could ensure that Français was better represented at this meeting than English. England would surely regret limiting his numbers so quickly.
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That's the privilege of being the parent. You get to be a hypocrite... when it is for their own good... or to prevent you from looking bad... yeah!
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