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anonymous
April 21 2010, 03:50:54 UTC
Head, meet desk. Desk, meet your fifth wife.
Of course, headdesking did nothing to assist his situation. Stupid England. Stupid. Ugh. Even in himself, he wasn't entirely sure where everyone was. America frowned.
"Delaware!"
He looked around for a bobbing blonde head, and... ah! "Oh, God. That was crazy. You would not believe what Finland and Sweden can do together. Sweden is seriously missing out--crap."
America rubbed his forehead. He was never bottoming again. Ever. And not just because 50 stars looks spiffy.
"Delaware, your daddy is Finland. Or Sweden. Or both... uh. Uh, you take after him, Finland, I mean--"
"Aren't you a him?"
"No--yes--that's not the point. You are going to meet a nice little boy named Sealand and a creepy guy named Sweden. You can tell by his funny hat."
"I'm not four."
"Your mom's not four."
The boy didn't seem to comprehend, but was sent to find random crap to take. And then America wrote 'FINLAND/SWEDEN' in large, dark print on a box, followed closely by a friendly "FUCK YOU." And, with the addition of a few air holes, a burger, and a soda, Delaware was promptly shipped.
America was not sure if that was legal, but a far more pressing matter was... who the bloody hell sired Hawaii?
---- UH I honestly don't know. I might write more, I might not. XD Why, no, my hobbies do not include writing crappy fics at 3 AM the day before my A-levels, why do you ask? :P ANYWAY I tried to use American vocabulary. I tried. XD If you need help on any word which I think you won't, there's always the spectacular Google! Or you could ask me. That's good too.
Of course, headdesking did nothing to assist his situation. Stupid England. Stupid. Ugh. Even in himself, he wasn't entirely sure where everyone was. America frowned.
"Delaware!"
He looked around for a bobbing blonde head, and... ah! "Oh, God. That was crazy. You would not believe what Finland and Sweden can do together. Sweden is seriously missing out--crap."
America rubbed his forehead. He was never bottoming again. Ever. And not just because 50 stars looks spiffy.
"Delaware, your daddy is Finland. Or Sweden. Or both... uh. Uh, you take after him, Finland, I mean--"
"Aren't you a him?"
"No--yes--that's not the point. You are going to meet a nice little boy named Sealand and a creepy guy named Sweden. You can tell by his funny hat."
"I'm not four."
"Your mom's not four."
The boy didn't seem to comprehend, but was sent to find random crap to take. And then America wrote 'FINLAND/SWEDEN' in large, dark print on a box, followed closely by a friendly "FUCK YOU." And, with the addition of a few air holes, a burger, and a soda, Delaware was promptly shipped.
America was not sure if that was legal, but a far more pressing matter was... who the bloody hell sired Hawaii?
----
UH
I honestly don't know.
I might write more, I might not. XD
Why, no, my hobbies do not include writing crappy fics at 3 AM the day before my A-levels, why do you ask? :P
ANYWAY I tried to use American vocabulary. I tried.
XD
If you need help on any word which I think you won't, there's always the spectacular Google!
Or you could ask me.
That's good too.
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Awkward question of the year: "Aren't you a him?"
Awkward answer of the year: "No--yes--that's not the point."
Lol! I really hope you elect to keep trucking! ^o- This is great!
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