Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [3b/?]
anonymous
February 28 2010, 18:26:55 UTC
“There you are!” America exclaimed, re-appearing behind England. England’s eyes shot open and he let out a surprised yelp. He clutched his stomach and turned to America, glaring daggers at him.
“For the hundredth time don’t sneak up on me like that! It was bad enough when I wasn’t pregnant!” England hissed, trying to calm himself down. Where had he gone wrong raising this man? He sure didn’t teach him to sneak up on people and scare the daylights out of them!
“Relax! I just wanted to show you the awesome crib I got!” America grinned, holding up the most hideous looking thing England had ever seen. It was painted a bright pink and had sparkles and woodwork designs resembling frills. Oh that was definitely not leaving this store.
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not? It’s awesome!”
“It’s hideous. Get something simpler.” England demanded. Why did he let America do anything himself? A trained monkey could do things better. England went and picked out the proper items all while America wore his typical pout at not getting his way. (“England? It’s my kid too! Don’t I get a say?” “You’ll get a say when you’re the pregnant one now shut up.”) After a few hours they had everything to make a nursery that would satisfy England. Now just to set everything up. Hopefully Mr. Hero complex would keep his grabby hands off of most things or England bet this was going to be a long day.
“For the hundredth time don’t sneak up on me like that! It was bad enough when I wasn’t pregnant!” England hissed, trying to calm himself down. Where had he gone wrong raising this man? He sure didn’t teach him to sneak up on people and scare the daylights out of them!
“Relax! I just wanted to show you the awesome crib I got!” America grinned, holding up the most hideous looking thing England had ever seen. It was painted a bright pink and had sparkles and woodwork designs resembling frills. Oh that was definitely not leaving this store.
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not? It’s awesome!”
“It’s hideous. Get something simpler.” England demanded. Why did he let America do anything himself? A trained monkey could do things better. England went and picked out the proper items all while America wore his typical pout at not getting his way. (“England? It’s my kid too! Don’t I get a say?” “You’ll get a say when you’re the pregnant one now shut up.”) After a few hours they had everything to make a nursery that would satisfy England. Now just to set everything up. Hopefully Mr. Hero complex would keep his grabby hands off of most things or England bet this was going to be a long day.
Reply
Leave a comment