You're calling about the what now? (2/2)
anonymous
June 6 2010, 10:25:47 UTC
There was a sound of rustling paper, and America took this time to look at his companions. France had run out of breath trying to return within recieving range of the phone, and had now changed to shouting dirty jokes in America's direction. "There, see," England continued, and America blinked back to attention, "I am now writing an official letter. Special Relationship is done."
"Um." America bit his lip. "What's this Special Relationship you're talking about?"
The rustling paper sounds turned into a very loud crashing, followed immediately by yelping, chair-scraping, and a static crunching as, presumably, England's phone hit the floor. There were faint noises that sounded like England cursing; a series of frantic footsteps, coming and going, and then the phone was retrieved.
"You- you austrolopithicus!" America gladly accepted that insult because he didn't know what it was. "That joke isn't at all funny! Or are you honestly that stupid? Oh, don't answer that, I could believe you are that stupid!"
"What am I doing that is so honestly stupid now?"
"What don't you do?" France called. Canada echoed it enthusiastically.
"World War II? Winston Churchill! Do any of those ring a bell for you!" England was continuing.
America dug through his memory; he did have a bad habit of forgetting historical events that happened longer than twenty years ago. "Don't you owe me one from that, or something?" he tried.
England's frustrated yell sounded almost like a shriek. "We are supposed to help each other! We are supposed to support each other in our national decisions! Except YOU are always out-- out-- floundering with others and I'm stuck here by myself putting you first and then you don't even REMEM--"
"Hey, hey, chill out!" America chirped, far too happily. England was making a funny noise from being cut off mid-rant. "Don't think I don't notice the things you do for me! Thanks for having my back all those times, by the way! I just didn't remember there was a name for it, and all."
The sound of England's breathing got quieter, until it wasn't audible over the phone. And then a quiet, almost shy ". . . Really?" came over.
"Yeah, definitely! I don't know what I'd do without you, man!" America let out another carefree laugh, glad that the strange and sudden misunderstanding was cleared up. "So, we're cool, right?"
"Ah. . ." There were further exclamations of thought before England hesitatingly answered, "Yes. We're, ah. . . cool."
"Great! Then I'm getting back to grabbing dinner! France and Canada are gonna start thinking I'd rather talk to you now!" America hung up to the vague sound of what sounded like England's shouting; as the phone speaker was already too far from his ear, he couldn't hear the words.
"So! Whaddya all way to some good ol' In-n-Out, guys? People drive miles to eat it!" He called, skipping the way out of the alley for the others to follow like the great leader he was.
"You uncultured pig, I could half-heartedly bake in five minutes a concoction that would put the food from that store out of business."
Canada wailed a desperate reminder that they were in Vancouver.
Re: You're calling about the what now? (2/2)
anonymous
June 7 2010, 00:00:15 UTC
Baw, England, so pitifully in love! And America, what an amusing oblivious unintentially assholeXD France and Canada took over the entire fic there at the end. France had already made a very successful attempt when he tried to sabotage the call by any means possibleXD
Chill out, Iggy. You'll always have France ;) the title is gold, authoranonXD
"Um." America bit his lip. "What's this Special Relationship you're talking about?"
The rustling paper sounds turned into a very loud crashing, followed immediately by yelping, chair-scraping, and a static crunching as, presumably, England's phone hit the floor. There were faint noises that sounded like England cursing; a series of frantic footsteps, coming and going, and then the phone was retrieved.
"You- you austrolopithicus!" America gladly accepted that insult because he didn't know what it was. "That joke isn't at all funny! Or are you honestly that stupid? Oh, don't answer that, I could believe you are that stupid!"
"What am I doing that is so honestly stupid now?"
"What don't you do?" France called. Canada echoed it enthusiastically.
"World War II? Winston Churchill! Do any of those ring a bell for you!" England was continuing.
America dug through his memory; he did have a bad habit of forgetting historical events that happened longer than twenty years ago. "Don't you owe me one from that, or something?" he tried.
England's frustrated yell sounded almost like a shriek. "We are supposed to help each other! We are supposed to support each other in our national decisions! Except YOU are always out-- out-- floundering with others and I'm stuck here by myself putting you first and then you don't even REMEM--"
"Hey, hey, chill out!" America chirped, far too happily. England was making a funny noise from being cut off mid-rant. "Don't think I don't notice the things you do for me! Thanks for having my back all those times, by the way! I just didn't remember there was a name for it, and all."
The sound of England's breathing got quieter, until it wasn't audible over the phone. And then a quiet, almost shy ". . . Really?" came over.
"Yeah, definitely! I don't know what I'd do without you, man!" America let out another carefree laugh, glad that the strange and sudden misunderstanding was cleared up. "So, we're cool, right?"
"Ah. . ." There were further exclamations of thought before England hesitatingly answered, "Yes. We're, ah. . . cool."
"Great! Then I'm getting back to grabbing dinner! France and Canada are gonna start thinking I'd rather talk to you now!" America hung up to the vague sound of what sounded like England's shouting; as the phone speaker was already too far from his ear, he couldn't hear the words.
"So! Whaddya all way to some good ol' In-n-Out, guys? People drive miles to eat it!" He called, skipping the way out of the alley for the others to follow like the great leader he was.
"You uncultured pig, I could half-heartedly bake in five minutes a concoction that would put the food from that store out of business."
Canada wailed a desperate reminder that they were in Vancouver.
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France and Canada took over the entire fic there at the end. France had already made a very successful attempt when he tried to sabotage the call by any means possibleXD
Chill out, Iggy. You'll always have France ;)
the title is gold, authoranonXD
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this is great.
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