The Battle (for) Britain [2c/?]
anonymous
May 9 2010, 00:11:06 UTC
“No, no, Wales, you’re going to burn it like that-”
“Cymru. And it’s already burnt, yr Alban.”
“Well then don’t burn it any more! Give the bloody thing to me, I’ll do it-just hold this, would you?”
England watched his brothers silently from the doorway, his arms wrapped around himself, praying for once that they wouldn’t hear him, that he would go unnoticed.
He wasn’t so lucky. A hearty slap on his back made him jump and suddenly his sister’s mane of untamed, fire-red hair was in his face, framing a face that read morning glory. He simply glared at her, wondering to himself how she could be so happy on this godforsaken, sunny morning.
“Top of the morning, you little git,” she said, ruffling his hair until he ripped his head away from her hand. “You look like you’ve been dragged through the bush backwards. Rough night?”
England didn’t give her the satisfaction of getting a rise out of him, and he simply stood silently and gave his dirtiest glare until she hopped away to inspect the progress on breakfast.
“Bloody Christ, Wales-”
“Cymru.”
“-give me that bloody thing before you set fire to the house. Here, Siobhan, get a plate, I’ll give you some of this-hey, look! It’s the shrimp! Hard night last night, I’m guessing?”
England sneered, his eyes narrowing in Scotland’s direction. He felt a modicum of sick satisfaction at the swollen, purple bruises around his brother’s eye and nose, but the wide grin on Scotland’s face caused it to dissipate. “Bite me, Graham,” he spat.
The room went quiet, suddenly, all of England’s siblings turning to stare at him, and England tilted his head up defiantly at them, his gaze hardened.
“Now Arthur, no need for dirty words,” Scotland said, setting the frying pan he was holding onto the countertop and turning to face his brother. “We simply want to know what you were doing outside last night.”
England stiffened, sticking his chin up in the air to keep his siblings below his nose. “I couldn’t sleep,” he lied. “I went out for a fag.”
“Really,” his sister clipped, giving a shit-eating smile. “Must’ve been hard to light it out in the rain.”
Caught in his lie, England reverted to glaring, his arms crossed firmly around himself. The four stared each other down for a long, tense while, the faint sizzling of burned bacon on the stove the only sound.
“You had no right to kick him out,” England muttered after a long, pregnant silence, quietly but deep with spite.
At this, Scotland exploded. “We had every right to kick him out, and you know it, Arthur,” he practically shouted, moving to stand right in front of England and get in his face. “As long as we’re here that bloody Yank will not set one toe into this house, and that’s a promise.”
“Don’t you forget whose house this is, Graham,” England said, keeping his voice low and dark, and glaring directly back into Scotland’s eyes. “I don’t seem to recall giving you any control over who I do and do not allow into my home.”
“We’re your goddamn siblings, Arthur. We’re entitled to do whatever we think is best for you, whether you agree with us or not.”
At this, England’s mouth curled in a sneer, and his whole body shook with contained rage.
“You’re entitled to nothing,” he spat, voice raising. “I control you, and if you lazy sods can’t even be arsed to go to World Meetings for yourselves, then I don’t see why you should have any right to govern my life!”
“You little bastard-where are you bloody going?”
England turned on the staircase to throw one last furious glare. “I’m not hungry. I’m going upstairs,” he said, managing not to yell at the top of his lungs-and scream and throw things-before hurrying up the stairs and slamming his bedroom door as hard as his strength would allow.
---------------------------------- Anon really, really want to commit seppuku for making OP wait this long for an update. And all the other readers!
As is the common excuse, school has been completely kicking my ass lately, and I really have had no quality time to sit down and finish/revise this. So honestly, sorry if it sucks. ;_____;
I will try my damndest to get the next chapter up promptly, as in a couple weeks tops. Again, I apologiiiize. DX
“Cymru. And it’s already burnt, yr Alban.”
“Well then don’t burn it any more! Give the bloody thing to me, I’ll do it-just hold this, would you?”
England watched his brothers silently from the doorway, his arms wrapped around himself, praying for once that they wouldn’t hear him, that he would go unnoticed.
He wasn’t so lucky. A hearty slap on his back made him jump and suddenly his sister’s mane of untamed, fire-red hair was in his face, framing a face that read morning glory. He simply glared at her, wondering to himself how she could be so happy on this godforsaken, sunny morning.
“Top of the morning, you little git,” she said, ruffling his hair until he ripped his head away from her hand. “You look like you’ve been dragged through the bush backwards. Rough night?”
England didn’t give her the satisfaction of getting a rise out of him, and he simply stood silently and gave his dirtiest glare until she hopped away to inspect the progress on breakfast.
“Bloody Christ, Wales-”
“Cymru.”
“-give me that bloody thing before you set fire to the house. Here, Siobhan, get a plate, I’ll give you some of this-hey, look! It’s the shrimp! Hard night last night, I’m guessing?”
England sneered, his eyes narrowing in Scotland’s direction. He felt a modicum of sick satisfaction at the swollen, purple bruises around his brother’s eye and nose, but the wide grin on Scotland’s face caused it to dissipate. “Bite me, Graham,” he spat.
The room went quiet, suddenly, all of England’s siblings turning to stare at him, and England tilted his head up defiantly at them, his gaze hardened.
“Now Arthur, no need for dirty words,” Scotland said, setting the frying pan he was holding onto the countertop and turning to face his brother. “We simply want to know what you were doing outside last night.”
England stiffened, sticking his chin up in the air to keep his siblings below his nose. “I couldn’t sleep,” he lied. “I went out for a fag.”
“Really,” his sister clipped, giving a shit-eating smile. “Must’ve been hard to light it out in the rain.”
Caught in his lie, England reverted to glaring, his arms crossed firmly around himself. The four stared each other down for a long, tense while, the faint sizzling of burned bacon on the stove the only sound.
“You had no right to kick him out,” England muttered after a long, pregnant silence, quietly but deep with spite.
At this, Scotland exploded. “We had every right to kick him out, and you know it, Arthur,” he practically shouted, moving to stand right in front of England and get in his face. “As long as we’re here that bloody Yank will not set one toe into this house, and that’s a promise.”
“Don’t you forget whose house this is, Graham,” England said, keeping his voice low and dark, and glaring directly back into Scotland’s eyes. “I don’t seem to recall giving you any control over who I do and do not allow into my home.”
“We’re your goddamn siblings, Arthur. We’re entitled to do whatever we think is best for you, whether you agree with us or not.”
At this, England’s mouth curled in a sneer, and his whole body shook with contained rage.
“You’re entitled to nothing,” he spat, voice raising. “I control you, and if you lazy sods can’t even be arsed to go to World Meetings for yourselves, then I don’t see why you should have any right to govern my life!”
“You little bastard-where are you bloody going?”
England turned on the staircase to throw one last furious glare. “I’m not hungry. I’m going upstairs,” he said, managing not to yell at the top of his lungs-and scream and throw things-before hurrying up the stairs and slamming his bedroom door as hard as his strength would allow.
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Anon really, really want to commit seppuku for making OP wait this long for an update. And all the other readers!
As is the common excuse, school has been completely kicking my ass lately, and I really have had no quality time to sit down and finish/revise this. So honestly, sorry if it sucks. ;_____;
I will try my damndest to get the next chapter up promptly, as in a couple weeks tops. Again, I apologiiiize. DX
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