A Thousand Ways to Say... 4b/?
anonymous
February 18 2010, 11:23:15 UTC
England received quite the lecture from Germany when he ran back in nearly an hour late, looking disheveled and harried, but he’d had a jolly old time asking for directions back, receiving multiple wrong directions, and getting an impromptu tour of Manhattan he hadn’t wanted. He ignored the questioning look America was giving him and sat in his chair with his chin held high. He was a gentleman, damn it, and so he wasn’t going to explain why he was late, just that he was.
The meeting continued without incident, but then Germany insisted on briefing England on what he’d missed during his absence, and then England was having trouble hiding his impatience. He needed to see Japan about the video, so he could show America, so his life and America’s would be better for it.
He practically ran out of the room when Germany finally deemed fit to release him, but was quickly tugged into a hug from behind the second he was through the door. England tensed for an instant, but then realized who it was and relaxed.
“Wanna get some dinner?” America asked and rested his chin on England’s shoulder.
England turned around in the embrace and kissed America, half wanting to just take him up on the offer at that moment, but it likely wouldn’t take long to confer with Japan. So he pulled away and licked his lips. “Can it wait a bit? I have something I need to do first.”
America was very obviously disappointed, but he just nodded and shrugged. “All right. You know which room is mine, sooo…”
England gave America one last quick peck on the lips before he brushed past and called behind him, “I won’t be long, I promise.”
As expected, Japan was very prompt in bringing up the contents of the camcorder on his laptop, but once again his brow furrowed as he watched the video.
“I’m afraid we have another problem, England-san,” Japan sighed with a rueful smile as he turned the laptop towards England.
“Oh, bloody hell, what now?” England asked in exasperation.
“Listen to this,” Japan said and started the video up again.
The video played without a hitch, however, England noted that it was impossible to hear what America was saying, as there was too much background noise to decipher which voice was which. England clenched his jaw in an effort not to rant and curse in frustration.
“Would you like to borrow the camera again, England-san?” Japan asked sympathetically.
“If it’s not too much trouble, thank you,” England responded as he rubbed his temples. This was shaping up to be more trouble than it was worth, and he was rapidly running out of time.
But when he went to meet up with America and was treated to an Italian dinner where America conversed in the server’s native tongue, England braced himself with new resolve for the following day when he’d try again.
Re: A Thousand Ways to Say... 4b/?
anonymous
February 18 2010, 14:03:52 UTC
Oh, America. *wibbles* So needy, so uncertain. England, you fool. After the previous debacle, where you learned America was so desperate for your approval he'd change himself, he'd give up the Superbowl...and you're still trying to change him? Yes, way to make that "you're perfect the way you are!" stick.
Also, ahahah, I feel sorry for poor Japan caught up in this.
The meeting continued without incident, but then Germany insisted on briefing England on what he’d missed during his absence, and then England was having trouble hiding his impatience. He needed to see Japan about the video, so he could show America, so his life and America’s would be better for it.
He practically ran out of the room when Germany finally deemed fit to release him, but was quickly tugged into a hug from behind the second he was through the door. England tensed for an instant, but then realized who it was and relaxed.
“Wanna get some dinner?” America asked and rested his chin on England’s shoulder.
England turned around in the embrace and kissed America, half wanting to just take him up on the offer at that moment, but it likely wouldn’t take long to confer with Japan. So he pulled away and licked his lips. “Can it wait a bit? I have something I need to do first.”
America was very obviously disappointed, but he just nodded and shrugged. “All right. You know which room is mine, sooo…”
England gave America one last quick peck on the lips before he brushed past and called behind him, “I won’t be long, I promise.”
As expected, Japan was very prompt in bringing up the contents of the camcorder on his laptop, but once again his brow furrowed as he watched the video.
“I’m afraid we have another problem, England-san,” Japan sighed with a rueful smile as he turned the laptop towards England.
“Oh, bloody hell, what now?” England asked in exasperation.
“Listen to this,” Japan said and started the video up again.
The video played without a hitch, however, England noted that it was impossible to hear what America was saying, as there was too much background noise to decipher which voice was which. England clenched his jaw in an effort not to rant and curse in frustration.
“Would you like to borrow the camera again, England-san?” Japan asked sympathetically.
“If it’s not too much trouble, thank you,” England responded as he rubbed his temples. This was shaping up to be more trouble than it was worth, and he was rapidly running out of time.
But when he went to meet up with America and was treated to an Italian dinner where America conversed in the server’s native tongue, England braced himself with new resolve for the following day when he’d try again.
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“And I want you so badly right now I could scream,” England replied
Oh England, don't you know that's the wrong answer...no wonder America is insecure.
Still, I hope England succeeds, if only because the language kink is hot.
capcha: were ugandan (a hint for the next language??)
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Also, ahahah, I feel sorry for poor Japan caught up in this.
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And America..you know he's probably positive that England is cheating on him and yet he's still trying so hard to make England love him... *wibbles*
These two are going to be the death of me I just know it...
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And OP joins the choruses of "Oh, England..." and yet I love him anyway. Foolish, foolish boys...
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