Because Anon Likes it When People Randomly Burst into Song Part 2
anonymous
February 22 2010, 02:51:44 UTC
“Take me for what I am, Who I was meant to be! And if you give a damn, Take me baby, or leave me.”
By this point England had started walking up the stairs leading to where their rooms were, but stopped to look back and regretted it when he saw America on his knees again.
“No way, can I be what I’m not,” he got up and spread his arms out wide. “But hey, don’t you want your man hot?” America started climbing up the stairs to join England. “Don’t fight, don’t lose your head, ‘Cause every night, who’s in your bed?” He quirked an eyebrow, “who?”
Now, to England’s utter horror, he was on his knees again. “Who’s in your bed?” America looked up at the Britain with those puppy-dog eyes he knew he couldn’t refuse. “Kiss Iggy…”
“It won’t work,” not to be outdone by the American, England joined in on the singing.
“I look before I leap,” he took one of America’s hands and helped him up, stepping down a few steps in the process.
“I love margins and discipline, I make lists in my sleep, baby, What’s my sin? Never quit, I follow through, I hate mess but I love you, What to do with my impromptu baby? So be wise, ‘cause this man satisfies,” he stepped up to the and leaned in close as if to demonstrate his point.
He stepped back, smirking, and took off his own jacket, “You got a prize, don’t compromise. You’re one lucky baby!” England turned away from his lover and spread his arms wide.
“Take me for what I am!” “A control freak,” America added as England stormed off down the stairs again, “Who I was meant to be!” “A snob yet over attentive,” America continued to chase him down. “And if you give a damn,” “A loveable droll geek.” “Take me baby, or leave me.” “An anal retentive!”
They (and the mob following them, but neither seemed to mind at this point) had found themselves back in the conference room. England turned around to face America as they both sang.
“That’s it!” “The straw that breaks my back,” England sang by himself. “I quit!” They sang as England walked over to the other side of the table. “Unless you take it back,” England stopped to sing, before continuing on his way. “Men,” they both sang as America draped an arm around the Germany’s shoulder “What is it about them?” He sang. “Can’t live, with them or without them!” they belted as America went to stand on the opposite side of the table from England.
“That doesn’t make much sense,” France critiqued.
“Take me for what I am!” They sang as the smacked the table simultaneously. “Who I was meant to be!” England sang as he moved around the table. “Who I was meant to be!” America echoed, both in words and actions. “And if you give a damn,” he jumped up on the table and crawled over to England, who sang, “And if you give a damn, take me baby,” “Take me baby,” America sang as he jumped off the table in front of his lover, “take me or la-la leave me!”
“Take me baby!” They belted, getting dangerously close to one another, “or leave me,” they backed off, heading for opposite doors.
“Guess I’m leaving,” they both said simultaneously, looking at each other’s eyes before shouting, “I’m gone!” and slamming both doors.
A silence permeated over the room, finally broken by (not surprisingly) Italy.
“Ve, I didn’t even know they were together. Did you Germany?” The blond could only shake his head, still too shocked for words to form.
“Please tell me someone got that on tape!” Prussia shouted, “I, uh, want to use if for blackmail…”
“Don’t worry, Prussia-san,” Japan said, “I’ll send you a copy later.”
“Me too Japan!” Hungary, Korea, Canada, and Denmark cried out.
“Enough!” Germany shouted, coming out of his daze, “We still have business to conduct! Gossip on your own time.”
Everyone grumbled, but made their way back to their seats, making bets as to when, where, and for how long the makeup sex would occur. The current favorite was ten minutes from now, in the closet down the hall, lasting until the end of the meeting.
OH MY GOD
anonymous
February 22 2010, 03:45:50 UTC
This anon who has the RENT soundtrack on her iPod and is a wannabe!RENThead and was listening to Take me or Leave me on her iPod LAUGHED OUT LOUD OH MY GOD LOL. By the by: Tell Japan to send a copy to New York. I wanna see that shit one day irl, and will give my right tit if it happen at a con. =w= ~
“Men,” they both sang as America draped an arm around the Germany’s shoulder “What is it about them?” He sang. “Can’t live, with them or without them!” they belted as America went to stand on the opposite side of the table from England.
Re: Because Anon Likes it When People Randomly Burst into Song Part 2
anonymous
February 22 2010, 09:55:12 UTC
OHMYGOD, ANON have you any idea how many times I've had this song on repeat lately? DD< Well, the Neil Patrick Harris/David Burtka version but still >> This was awesome, ILU <33
Re: Because Anon Likes it When People Randomly Burst into Song Part 2
anonymous
February 23 2010, 19:47:28 UTC
Pfffff, I don't even know what RENT is, but this was gloriousXD I could totally see America singing this! It's like, written for him. Ever since puberty everybody's been looking and desiring him? Damn, that's one of my kinks *drools* The random bursting into song is definitely what makes this fic so awesomeXD
“Please tell me someone got that on tape!” Prussia shouted, “I, uh, want to use if for blackmail…”
FUCK YOU, PRUSSIA YOU AWESOME SELF YOU, YOU ALWAYS TAKE OVER FICS AT THE LAST AND LEAST UNEXPECTED MINUTE. I LOVE YOU ♥
Who I was meant to be!
And if you give a damn,
Take me baby, or leave me.”
By this point England had started walking up the stairs leading to where their rooms were, but stopped to look back and regretted it when he saw America on his knees again.
“No way, can I be what I’m not,” he got up and spread his arms out wide.
“But hey, don’t you want your man hot?” America started climbing up the stairs to join England.
“Don’t fight, don’t lose your head,
‘Cause every night, who’s in your bed?” He quirked an eyebrow, “who?”
Now, to England’s utter horror, he was on his knees again. “Who’s in your bed?” America looked up at the Britain with those puppy-dog eyes he knew he couldn’t refuse. “Kiss Iggy…”
“It won’t work,” not to be outdone by the American, England joined in on the singing.
“I look before I leap,” he took one of America’s hands and helped him up, stepping down a few steps in the process.
“I love margins and discipline,
I make lists in my sleep, baby,
What’s my sin?
Never quit, I follow through,
I hate mess but I love you,
What to do with my impromptu baby?
So be wise, ‘cause this man satisfies,” he stepped up to the and leaned in close as if to demonstrate his point.
He stepped back, smirking, and took off his own jacket, “You got a prize, don’t compromise. You’re one lucky baby!” England turned away from his lover and spread his arms wide.
“Take me for what I am!”
“A control freak,” America added as England stormed off down the stairs again,
“Who I was meant to be!”
“A snob yet over attentive,” America continued to chase him down.
“And if you give a damn,”
“A loveable droll geek.”
“Take me baby, or leave me.”
“An anal retentive!”
They (and the mob following them, but neither seemed to mind at this point) had found themselves back in the conference room. England turned around to face America as they both sang.
“That’s it!”
“The straw that breaks my back,” England sang by himself.
“I quit!” They sang as England walked over to the other side of the table.
“Unless you take it back,” England stopped to sing, before continuing on his way.
“Men,” they both sang as America draped an arm around the Germany’s shoulder
“What is it about them?” He sang.
“Can’t live, with them or without them!” they belted as America went to stand on the opposite side of the table from England.
“That doesn’t make much sense,” France critiqued.
“Take me for what I am!” They sang as the smacked the table simultaneously.
“Who I was meant to be!” England sang as he moved around the table.
“Who I was meant to be!” America echoed, both in words and actions.
“And if you give a damn,” he jumped up on the table and crawled over to England, who sang,
“And if you give a damn, take me baby,”
“Take me baby,” America sang as he jumped off the table in front of his lover, “take me or la-la leave me!”
“Take me baby!” They belted, getting dangerously close to one another, “or leave me,” they backed off, heading for opposite doors.
“Guess I’m leaving,” they both said simultaneously, looking at each other’s eyes before shouting, “I’m gone!” and slamming both doors.
A silence permeated over the room, finally broken by (not surprisingly) Italy.
“Ve, I didn’t even know they were together. Did you Germany?” The blond could only shake his head, still too shocked for words to form.
“Please tell me someone got that on tape!” Prussia shouted, “I, uh, want to use if for blackmail…”
“Don’t worry, Prussia-san,” Japan said, “I’ll send you a copy later.”
“Me too Japan!” Hungary, Korea, Canada, and Denmark cried out.
“Enough!” Germany shouted, coming out of his daze, “We still have business to conduct! Gossip on your own time.”
Everyone grumbled, but made their way back to their seats, making bets as to when, where, and for how long the makeup sex would occur. The current favorite was ten minutes from now, in the closet down the hall, lasting until the end of the meeting.
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AND MY GOD--
Laughing much!! Thanks for the lulz. DO WANT A COPY FROM JAPAN!!
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By the by: Tell Japan to send a copy to New York. I wanna see that shit one day irl, and will give my right tit if it happen at a con. =w= ~
“Men,” they both sang as America draped an arm around the Germany’s shoulder
“What is it about them?” He sang.
“Can’t live, with them or without them!” they belted as America went to stand on the opposite side of the table from England.
“That doesn’t make much sense,” France critiqued.
LOL FRANCE YOU HAVE EARNED MY RESPECT.
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This was perfect, absolutely perfect.
You can now have the internets. Here I've even made a nice plaque to show it.
Tell Japan to get the rest of the "events" on tape and send all of it to me. The payment's already in the mail.
reCAPTCHA; beefy York
Well put, CAPTCHA, well put.
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have you any idea how many times I've had this song on repeat lately? DD<
Well, the Neil Patrick Harris/David Burtka version but still >>
This was awesome, ILU <33
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I could totally see America singing this! It's like, written for him. Ever since puberty everybody's been looking and desiring him? Damn, that's one of my kinks *drools*
The random bursting into song is definitely what makes this fic so awesomeXD
“Please tell me someone got that on tape!” Prussia shouted, “I, uh, want to use if for blackmail…”
FUCK YOU, PRUSSIA YOU AWESOME SELF YOU, YOU ALWAYS TAKE OVER FICS AT THE LAST AND LEAST UNEXPECTED MINUTE. I LOVE YOU ♥
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