A Dream is a Wish that Your Heart Taunts You With Part 1
anonymous
May 20 2010, 21:24:24 UTC
First, I'd like to apologize to France and Canada fans specifically. Someone has to be the villain. Second, I'd like to apologize to everyone. I don't even know where this came from and I'm sorry for whatever damage you sustain by making it to the end of this ridiculousness.
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Once upon a time in a land that wasn’t exactly nearby, but wouldn’t be described as far away by any means, lived a young man named America that everyone called Sconerella. Just because.
After the untimely death of his parental unit, who was actually pretty cool, Sconemerica was forced to live with his bearded step-mother France, who had a habit of running around in nothing but roses, and his step-brother, Canada, he was an upstanding person in public, but in private, was a real douche.
Sconerella was a fan of eating. He loved nothing more than to chow down on whatever was in front of him. But his mean step-relatives made him work all the time, cleaning and cooking and basically doing everything for them that they didn’t want to do themselves. Amerella knew that they were just jealous though, so he did everything with a smile on his face just to piss them off, and even went so far as to sometimes burst into random song. He even got some mice to join in one time, which was kind of weird; especially the part where they started making him dresses, but whatever. It was better than singing alone.
This land, like so many others in these kinds of things, was ruled by royalty. The royal family consisted of a king and a queen, who don’t matter in this story, and their son, a prince named England. Prince England was at the age where he was to be wed to continue the royal line, as that was his destiny. The thing about Prince England was that he was very particular about whom he wanted to marry, and had a habit of cursing out everyone who came to close. His parents thought that his money and power would be enough to catch any girl’s fancy though, and proceeded to throw a ball so England could find a mate. England was not pleased, but went along with it anyway, and insisted on cooking all the food. His royal parents begged him to reconsider, but he went along and did what he wanted anyway, damn the consequences.
News of the ball traveled far and wide, and reached the ears of France and Canada, who felt the need to shove it in Sconerella’s face.
“Look at this!” France shouted, holding out the invite so America could read over it, “Canada, my favorite, and I have been invited to a fancy ball up at the palace. Canada’s going to win over the prince’s heart, get married, and we’re going to move into the palace and leave you here to rot. How does that sound?”
“Awesome! I’ll finally get my own place!” Soncerica, the forever optimist declared.
“Don’t bother Mama France,” Canada sneered, “Amescone here wouldn’t know a good time if it smacked him in the face with a hockey stick.”
“Fine, enough of this taunting. It’s bad for my hair. Come Favorite; let us prepare you for your own happily ever after! As for you, make sure you clean, cook, water the cat, and feed the roses.” They sauntered off, leaving Sconerella alone with the invite.
“What’s so special about a ball anyway?” America wondered aloud, “It’s not like…” it was then that he read the small print on the invitation. After realizing, he quickly jumped to his feet and ran after the step-relatives. “Wait! You’ve gotta take me to this thing too!”
“What, you don’t think the likes of you actually has a chance with Prince England do you?” France smirked.
“Amerella, face it,” Canada sighed, “You are completely unlovable.”
“I don’t care about that,” Sconerella pleaded, “but there’s going to be free food! I can’t miss out on that I just can’t! I’ll do whatever you want when we get back, but you gotta take me, you just gotta!”
“Fat chance Sconey,” France sneered, “you already do whatever we want anyway, why should be take you?”
“Because I want to go!”
“No way. This is my happy ending got it?” Canada shouted, stomping his foot, “I don’t want the likes of you ruining it for me.”
“But…”
“Non. No ball for you. Go back and do your chores wench, while we go out and have some real fun. Mwahaha! Join me in an evil laugh Canada.”
A Dream is a Wish that Your Heart Taunts You With Part 2
anonymous
May 20 2010, 21:28:53 UTC
America sighed, depressed, but went back to do what was asked of him. Hours later, France and Canada had left to go eat the free food and Sconeica was doing dishes with the singing mice.
“Why can’t I go eat the food too? It’s not fair!” he lamented. All of a sudden a bright light appeared outside, surrounding the area with, well, a bright light. America, being the curious boy that he was, went out to investigate, damning the consequences.
As soon as he stepped outside, the bright light disappeared, revealing a large man wearing a scarf and heavy winter jacket, decked out in wings, a halo, and carrying a wand.
“Hello Amersconeica,” the being greeted, “I’m your Fairy Motherland, Russia. I’m here to grant you a wish.”
“Finally! I wish I had a cheeseburger!”
He chuckled. It was creepy. “Silly boy, you don’t get to pick the wish.”
“Then I have no purpose here. See ya!” he turned to go back inside.
“Wait! You want to go to the ball right? I can help you get there.”
“Really? How?”
“Magic of course!”
“I’m going back inside.”
“Wait! I’m being serious! Watch, Bibbity Boppity Boo!” he tapped his wand on a nearby tomato, turning it into a carriage…sort of.
“There are still seeds in this thing,” Sconerella noted, “and the juice is dripping everywhere. I can’t ride in this.”
“You will if you want to go the ball. You still want to go to the ball yes?”
“I do, but…”
“Then there is no problem. Bibbity Boppity Boo!” He shouted, smacking his wand rather hard against America’s head.
“Stop shouting nonsense in my face!” he shouted, but when he looked down, Amerella found himself in one of the fanciest dresses he had ever seen. It matched his eyes and everything.
“Why a dress…and what’s with the glass slippers?” he kicked his foot out to show them off, “Scientifically speaking, these are probably the worst idea ever. They lack the necessary support, and when the break, which they will, they will cut up my feet to a point where I may never walk again.”
“It is a joke. Hahaha!”
“You find me never being able to walk again funny?”
“Yes, it is hilarious. Laugh with me. Haha!”
“…I’m not wearing the slippers.”
“Have it your way,” the Fairy Motherland hit his wand against the tomato carriage, causing it to squirt juice and open the door, “Remember, at the stroke of midnight, everything will turn back into what it was, so try and eat your fill by then, yes?”
“It would be bad if France and Canada caught me there, but why do I need a time limit anyway?”
“Things are more fun with a time limit yes?”
“No, things are more annoying with a time limit. You just like watching me suffer don’t you?”
“Perhaps.” He smiled. Sconerella considered punching him in the face, but realized Russia was the only reason he’s going to the ball so spared him of that fate for now.
The ball was as magnificent and elegant as France and Canada had described it, but Amerella didn’t care about that. The large, untouched buffet at the opposite end of the ballroom was calling to him.
Prince England was moody and upset. No one was particularly worried about this, since that was his default setting, but it didn’t change the fact that it scared all possible suitors away. If that didn’t do it, then his insistence that they eat his scones did, causing everyone who had tried to dance with him that night to run crying to the nearest bathroom, never to be hear from again.
“It’s hopeless,” England sighed, “There’s no one out there for me.”
“That’s not true, Prince England,” his friend and fellow prince, Japan, said, “I’m sure you’ll find someone. Maybe if you didn’t make them eat your scones-”
“If they can’t even do that much then I can’t possibly love them!” England declared.
“Then I hate to break this to you, but you will be alone and miserable for a very long time.”
“Sod off!” England shouted as he stormed to the buffet table, “My food isn’t that bad,” muttered under his breath. When he arrived at the table, however, he was disappointed to notice that not a thing had been touch, just as he was about to sink into an even greater depression, he noticed someone approach the table out of the corner of his eye.
A Dream is a Wish that Your Heart Taunts You With Part 3
anonymous
May 20 2010, 21:33:06 UTC
“Yes! Food! There’s still some left!” the person shouted, before grabbing everything within his reach and shoveling it into his mouth. England was about to reprimand him for his lack of proper dining etiquette when he realized that he had gotten past the first mouthful and was still eating.
“You like it?” He found himself asking the strange dress-wearing man, “You really like it?”
“Well, not really. It kinda tastes like crap,” he said as he continued to down just about everything.
“But…you’re still eating.”
“It’s free! I can’t really complain about the food when I’m getting it for free.” He turned away from England and continued noming.
That was close enough for Prince England. “What’s your name?”
His new fiancé gulped noticeably and froze on the spot. “Uh…why do you need that?”
“Because I need to know, git. What’s your name?”
His love’s eyes looked everywhere except his face, “Uh, well…I uh…”
Suddenly the clock chimed. They both looked at it and discovered it was midnight, “Crap! I gotta go!” The man bolted from the ballroom before England realized what had happened. Nevertheless, he had found his bride, and he would have no other.
Sconerella raced back to the house in the tomato carriage, only to find that it was 12:30 and everything was still exactly as the Fairy Motherland had made it. He confronted said magical being, who was playing poker with some of the mice.
“Hey what gives? You said everything would go back to normal at midnight!”
“Yes, and it will. But you forgot to consider the time difference; it is not midnight in Russia yet.”
This time America actually did punch him in the face. So worth it.
The next day, Prince England started a nation-wide search for the mysterious man who could eat his scones. He decided that the best course of action to find him would be to force everyone in his kingdom to eat his scones, and whoever didn’t get sick afterward would be his wife. Prince Japan thought that this was a crazy idea that would never work, but went along anyway. If nothing else, it would be amusing to watch.
France and Canada, who were upset by the fact that the Prince didn’t seem to even notice Canada was there, were thrilled by this second chance. France was troubled though, as he knew that Sconemerica could eat anything, and had a sneaky suspicion that he was the one the Prince was looking for. She took the only logically course of action, namely locking Sconerella in the attack.
“Hey what gives?! What did I do now!?”
“Don’t fret Amerella. I will let you out as soon as Canada eats those nasty scones and steals your love right out from under you.”
“What?! There’s going to be food and you locked me in the attic!? This is low, even for you.”
“That’s the way it is. So long Sconerella! Mwahahaha!” France laughed as he descended the stairs.
While this was going on, Prince England had taken over the kitchen to mix up a fresh batch of scones for Canada to try. Canada gulped and told himself that they couldn’t possibly be as bad as everyone said and that it was worth it and…did he just put a sock in there?
Japan eyed France as she sat down. “That’s everyone in the house, right?” he asked in an accusing but polite manner.
“Of course! It’s not like I have the main character locked in the attic or anything. That’s just ridiculous. Do you need any help with those?” she asked England.
“Sod off, I know what I’m doing!” he snapped, grabbing the baking soda and dumping it into the mixture.
Japan, being suspicious, excused himself and went to search the house. Sconerella, meanwhile, was banging on the attic door with everything he had.
“Damnit! Wait, I’ve got a Fairy Motherland! Certainly he, who cared enough about my happiness to get me to the ball last night, will open the door for me!”
Suddenly a bright light engulfed the area, forcing America to close his eyes. When he opened them, he found a note in his hand.
Busy trying to wake up some sleeping girl. Your own your own today. Best of luck, tell me what happens! -The Fairy Motherland
That bastard. Well it’s fine; Sconemerica was used to being on his own. He would just break down the door and…
A Dream is a Wish that Your Heart Taunts You With Part 4
anonymous
May 20 2010, 21:40:38 UTC
“Ah, I thought I heard shouting from in here,” Sconerella turned to see that Prince Japan had already unlocked the door. “Prince England is waiting downstairs, would you care to join me?”
Amerella beamed at him. “I’d be delighted.”
In the meantime, Canada had taken a bit out of one of the scones. He was currently lying unconscious on the ground. France sighed.
“It is a shame your food is too disgusting for my poor boy,” England’s rather large eyebrow started twitching, “but would you reconsider? He would make a fine wife.”
“No, I’ve already decided. I will only wed whoever can eat my food.”
The blonde picked up a scone and sniffed it, disgust crowding her face. “Then you will be alone for a very long time, non?”
“Sh-shut up! I’m telling you, last night someone ate my food, and I will find him,” he stood up and smoothed out his shirt, “Now, if there is no one else left to try my food, I will be heading on my way.”
“No,” France said, “there is no one else here.”
“Wait just a moment please!” Japan shouted as he dragged Sconerella into the kitchen. He and England locked eyes and smiled, recognizing one another from the night before. “I found someone else upstairs.”
“Good work Japan,” England grabbed the tray of scones and walked across the room to Ameriscone. France, being the villain, decided that if his precious Canada couldn’t have his happy ending, then no one could, and tripped the Prince, scattering the disgusting scones across the floor, sending them to a new level of inedible.
“You stupid frog!” England barked, “Why did you go and do that?”
“It was an accident, I swear,” she smirked, “Now not even Sconerella will touch them, and like hell am I letting you destroy my kitchen again to make more.”
“You…” the Prince stood to face France, but stopped when he noticed Amerella on the floor, eating his scones.
“You’re…you’re still eating them?!” Everyone in the room shouted.
“That’s impossible!” France sneered.
“He’s not human,” Japan gasped, “There’s just no way…”
“You…you don’t have to go that far,” England muttered, blushing.
“But you went through the effort to make them for me,” America stated between bites, “the least I could do is eat them. They still taste like crap though.”
“No one asked you!”
France and Canada refused to live with the shame of having lost to Sconeica and moved to a different land that was far, far away. On the way, Canada found a frog and kissed it, turning it into an awesome Prince named Prussia who whisked him away to his happily ever after. France was thrilled and moved in with them the next day.
Prince England and Sconerella were wed shortly after that, and England insisted on cooking all of the time. America didn’t mind, but he did make it a habit of ordering burgers to be delivered right after dinner, just in case. And they lived happily ever after. For now.
If you've made it this far, I'd like to apologize again for whatever this is.
Re: A Dream is a Wish that Your Heart Taunts You With Part 4
anonymous
May 21 2010, 01:19:19 UTC
Okay, I'll get straight to the point here. I pretty much love you.
This was awesome and it had me laughing the whole time. I loved how you switched the nickname around all the time and Russia being the Fairy Motherland. This is going into my favorites for sure.
Second, I'd like to apologize to everyone. I don't even know where this came from and I'm sorry for whatever damage you sustain by making it to the end of this ridiculousness.
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Once upon a time in a land that wasn’t exactly nearby, but wouldn’t be described as far away by any means, lived a young man named America that everyone called Sconerella. Just because.
After the untimely death of his parental unit, who was actually pretty cool, Sconemerica was forced to live with his bearded step-mother France, who had a habit of running around in nothing but roses, and his step-brother, Canada, he was an upstanding person in public, but in private, was a real douche.
Sconerella was a fan of eating. He loved nothing more than to chow down on whatever was in front of him. But his mean step-relatives made him work all the time, cleaning and cooking and basically doing everything for them that they didn’t want to do themselves. Amerella knew that they were just jealous though, so he did everything with a smile on his face just to piss them off, and even went so far as to sometimes burst into random song. He even got some mice to join in one time, which was kind of weird; especially the part where they started making him dresses, but whatever. It was better than singing alone.
This land, like so many others in these kinds of things, was ruled by royalty. The royal family consisted of a king and a queen, who don’t matter in this story, and their son, a prince named England. Prince England was at the age where he was to be wed to continue the royal line, as that was his destiny. The thing about Prince England was that he was very particular about whom he wanted to marry, and had a habit of cursing out everyone who came to close. His parents thought that his money and power would be enough to catch any girl’s fancy though, and proceeded to throw a ball so England could find a mate. England was not pleased, but went along with it anyway, and insisted on cooking all the food. His royal parents begged him to reconsider, but he went along and did what he wanted anyway, damn the consequences.
News of the ball traveled far and wide, and reached the ears of France and Canada, who felt the need to shove it in Sconerella’s face.
“Look at this!” France shouted, holding out the invite so America could read over it, “Canada, my favorite, and I have been invited to a fancy ball up at the palace. Canada’s going to win over the prince’s heart, get married, and we’re going to move into the palace and leave you here to rot. How does that sound?”
“Awesome! I’ll finally get my own place!” Soncerica, the forever optimist declared.
“Don’t bother Mama France,” Canada sneered, “Amescone here wouldn’t know a good time if it smacked him in the face with a hockey stick.”
“Fine, enough of this taunting. It’s bad for my hair. Come Favorite; let us prepare you for your own happily ever after! As for you, make sure you clean, cook, water the cat, and feed the roses.” They sauntered off, leaving Sconerella alone with the invite.
“What’s so special about a ball anyway?” America wondered aloud, “It’s not like…” it was then that he read the small print on the invitation. After realizing, he quickly jumped to his feet and ran after the step-relatives.
“Wait! You’ve gotta take me to this thing too!”
“What, you don’t think the likes of you actually has a chance with Prince England do you?” France smirked.
“Amerella, face it,” Canada sighed, “You are completely unlovable.”
“I don’t care about that,” Sconerella pleaded, “but there’s going to be free food! I can’t miss out on that I just can’t! I’ll do whatever you want when we get back, but you gotta take me, you just gotta!”
“Fat chance Sconey,” France sneered, “you already do whatever we want anyway, why should be take you?”
“Because I want to go!”
“No way. This is my happy ending got it?” Canada shouted, stomping his foot, “I don’t want the likes of you ruining it for me.”
“But…”
“Non. No ball for you. Go back and do your chores wench, while we go out and have some real fun. Mwahaha! Join me in an evil laugh Canada.”
“Mwahahaha!”
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Hours later, France and Canada had left to go eat the free food and Sconeica was doing dishes with the singing mice.
“Why can’t I go eat the food too? It’s not fair!” he lamented. All of a sudden a bright light appeared outside, surrounding the area with, well, a bright light. America, being the curious boy that he was, went out to investigate, damning the consequences.
As soon as he stepped outside, the bright light disappeared, revealing a large man wearing a scarf and heavy winter jacket, decked out in wings, a halo, and carrying a wand.
“Hello Amersconeica,” the being greeted, “I’m your Fairy Motherland, Russia. I’m here to grant you a wish.”
“Finally! I wish I had a cheeseburger!”
He chuckled. It was creepy. “Silly boy, you don’t get to pick the wish.”
“Then I have no purpose here. See ya!” he turned to go back inside.
“Wait! You want to go to the ball right? I can help you get there.”
“Really? How?”
“Magic of course!”
“I’m going back inside.”
“Wait! I’m being serious! Watch, Bibbity Boppity Boo!” he tapped his wand on a nearby tomato, turning it into a carriage…sort of.
“There are still seeds in this thing,” Sconerella noted, “and the juice is dripping everywhere. I can’t ride in this.”
“You will if you want to go the ball. You still want to go to the ball yes?”
“I do, but…”
“Then there is no problem. Bibbity Boppity Boo!” He shouted, smacking his wand rather hard against America’s head.
“Stop shouting nonsense in my face!” he shouted, but when he looked down, Amerella found himself in one of the fanciest dresses he had ever seen. It matched his eyes and everything.
“Why a dress…and what’s with the glass slippers?” he kicked his foot out to show them off, “Scientifically speaking, these are probably the worst idea ever. They lack the necessary support, and when the break, which they will, they will cut up my feet to a point where I may never walk again.”
“It is a joke. Hahaha!”
“You find me never being able to walk again funny?”
“Yes, it is hilarious. Laugh with me. Haha!”
“…I’m not wearing the slippers.”
“Have it your way,” the Fairy Motherland hit his wand against the tomato carriage, causing it to squirt juice and open the door, “Remember, at the stroke of midnight, everything will turn back into what it was, so try and eat your fill by then, yes?”
“It would be bad if France and Canada caught me there, but why do I need a time limit anyway?”
“Things are more fun with a time limit yes?”
“No, things are more annoying with a time limit. You just like watching me suffer don’t you?”
“Perhaps.” He smiled. Sconerella considered punching him in the face, but realized Russia was the only reason he’s going to the ball so spared him of that fate for now.
The ball was as magnificent and elegant as France and Canada had described it, but Amerella didn’t care about that. The large, untouched buffet at the opposite end of the ballroom was calling to him.
Prince England was moody and upset. No one was particularly worried about this, since that was his default setting, but it didn’t change the fact that it scared all possible suitors away. If that didn’t do it, then his insistence that they eat his scones did, causing everyone who had tried to dance with him that night to run crying to the nearest bathroom, never to be hear from again.
“It’s hopeless,” England sighed, “There’s no one out there for me.”
“That’s not true, Prince England,” his friend and fellow prince, Japan, said, “I’m sure you’ll find someone. Maybe if you didn’t make them eat your scones-”
“If they can’t even do that much then I can’t possibly love them!” England declared.
“Then I hate to break this to you, but you will be alone and miserable for a very long time.”
“Sod off!” England shouted as he stormed to the buffet table, “My food isn’t that bad,” muttered under his breath. When he arrived at the table, however, he was disappointed to notice that not a thing had been touch, just as he was about to sink into an even greater depression, he noticed someone approach the table out of the corner of his eye.
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“You like it?” He found himself asking the strange dress-wearing man, “You really like it?”
“Well, not really. It kinda tastes like crap,” he said as he continued to down just about everything.
“But…you’re still eating.”
“It’s free! I can’t really complain about the food when I’m getting it for free.” He turned away from England and continued noming.
That was close enough for Prince England. “What’s your name?”
His new fiancé gulped noticeably and froze on the spot. “Uh…why do you need that?”
“Because I need to know, git. What’s your name?”
His love’s eyes looked everywhere except his face, “Uh, well…I uh…”
Suddenly the clock chimed. They both looked at it and discovered it was midnight, “Crap! I gotta go!” The man bolted from the ballroom before England realized what had happened. Nevertheless, he had found his bride, and he would have no other.
Sconerella raced back to the house in the tomato carriage, only to find that it was 12:30 and everything was still exactly as the Fairy Motherland had made it. He confronted said magical being, who was playing poker with some of the mice.
“Hey what gives? You said everything would go back to normal at midnight!”
“Yes, and it will. But you forgot to consider the time difference; it is not midnight in Russia yet.”
This time America actually did punch him in the face. So worth it.
The next day, Prince England started a nation-wide search for the mysterious man who could eat his scones. He decided that the best course of action to find him would be to force everyone in his kingdom to eat his scones, and whoever didn’t get sick afterward would be his wife. Prince Japan thought that this was a crazy idea that would never work, but went along anyway. If nothing else, it would be amusing to watch.
France and Canada, who were upset by the fact that the Prince didn’t seem to even notice Canada was there, were thrilled by this second chance. France was troubled though, as he knew that Sconemerica could eat anything, and had a sneaky suspicion that he was the one the Prince was looking for. She took the only logically course of action, namely locking Sconerella in the attack.
“Hey what gives?! What did I do now!?”
“Don’t fret Amerella. I will let you out as soon as Canada eats those nasty scones and steals your love right out from under you.”
“What?! There’s going to be food and you locked me in the attic!? This is low, even for you.”
“That’s the way it is. So long Sconerella! Mwahahaha!” France laughed as he descended the stairs.
While this was going on, Prince England had taken over the kitchen to mix up a fresh batch of scones for Canada to try. Canada gulped and told himself that they couldn’t possibly be as bad as everyone said and that it was worth it and…did he just put a sock in there?
Japan eyed France as she sat down. “That’s everyone in the house, right?” he asked in an accusing but polite manner.
“Of course! It’s not like I have the main character locked in the attic or anything. That’s just ridiculous. Do you need any help with those?” she asked England.
“Sod off, I know what I’m doing!” he snapped, grabbing the baking soda and dumping it into the mixture.
Japan, being suspicious, excused himself and went to search the house.
Sconerella, meanwhile, was banging on the attic door with everything he had.
“Damnit! Wait, I’ve got a Fairy Motherland! Certainly he, who cared enough about my happiness to get me to the ball last night, will open the door for me!”
Suddenly a bright light engulfed the area, forcing America to close his eyes. When he opened them, he found a note in his hand.
Busy trying to wake up some sleeping girl. Your own your own today. Best of luck, tell me what happens!
-The Fairy Motherland
That bastard. Well it’s fine; Sconemerica was used to being on his own. He would just break down the door and…
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Amerella beamed at him. “I’d be delighted.”
In the meantime, Canada had taken a bit out of one of the scones. He was currently lying unconscious on the ground. France sighed.
“It is a shame your food is too disgusting for my poor boy,” England’s rather large eyebrow started twitching, “but would you reconsider? He would make a fine wife.”
“No, I’ve already decided. I will only wed whoever can eat my food.”
The blonde picked up a scone and sniffed it, disgust crowding her face. “Then you will be alone for a very long time, non?”
“Sh-shut up! I’m telling you, last night someone ate my food, and I will find him,” he stood up and smoothed out his shirt, “Now, if there is no one else left to try my food, I will be heading on my way.”
“No,” France said, “there is no one else here.”
“Wait just a moment please!” Japan shouted as he dragged Sconerella into the kitchen. He and England locked eyes and smiled, recognizing one another from the night before. “I found someone else upstairs.”
“Good work Japan,” England grabbed the tray of scones and walked across the room to Ameriscone. France, being the villain, decided that if his precious Canada couldn’t have his happy ending, then no one could, and tripped the Prince, scattering the disgusting scones across the floor, sending them to a new level of inedible.
“You stupid frog!” England barked, “Why did you go and do that?”
“It was an accident, I swear,” she smirked, “Now not even Sconerella will touch them, and like hell am I letting you destroy my kitchen again to make more.”
“You…” the Prince stood to face France, but stopped when he noticed Amerella on the floor, eating his scones.
“You’re…you’re still eating them?!” Everyone in the room shouted.
“That’s impossible!” France sneered.
“He’s not human,” Japan gasped, “There’s just no way…”
“You…you don’t have to go that far,” England muttered, blushing.
“But you went through the effort to make them for me,” America stated between bites, “the least I could do is eat them. They still taste like crap though.”
“No one asked you!”
France and Canada refused to live with the shame of having lost to Sconeica and moved to a different land that was far, far away. On the way, Canada found a frog and kissed it, turning it into an awesome Prince named Prussia who whisked him away to his happily ever after. France was thrilled and moved in with them the next day.
Prince England and Sconerella were wed shortly after that, and England insisted on cooking all of the time. America didn’t mind, but he did make it a habit of ordering burgers to be delivered right after dinner, just in case. And they lived happily ever after. For now.
If you've made it this far, I'd like to apologize again for whatever this is.
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“Fine, enough of this taunting. It’s bad for my hair."
Also, this line is totally canon, as France goesXD
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This was awesome and it had me laughing the whole time. I loved how you switched the nickname around all the time and Russia being the Fairy Motherland. This is going into my favorites for sure.
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<3
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Great great great work, writernon! If Cinderella was more like this I would have had an awesome childhood. Now, off to reread... "Mwahahaha!"
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Why do I keep de-anoning today?! Nobody saw that.
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I love this! Awesome spoof.
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ilu. liek srsly.
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I pretty much died laughing through the whole thing. Going back to reread~ XDDDD
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