Re: What's this about a new OTP? [3a/3]
anonymous
September 13 2010, 00:24:58 UTC
The older blond realized he was a bit more desperate than from what he thought. As soon as he stepped out of the car he had to grab at himself for a moment before staggering to the other side of America’s car. He stopped again and whimpered for a moment, but it was low enough to not raise any alarm to America. The younger blond peered over at the Briton and decided to ask, “Is…something wrong, England?”
“Oh no, I’m just fine! Stop worrying about me you git!” England gave another nervous chuckle, but that wasn’t the best thing to do. As soon as he chuckled he felt a small leak. He quickly clutched himself again and managed to throw himself in America’s car all in one motion. America blinked in confusion and started looking for his keys. He thought he lost them, but he realized he absentmindedly took them out the ignition and set them on the back of his car.
“One moment, England, I need to get my keys.” America slowly got out of the car and grabbed his keys. The American then seemed to be spending time admiring the back of his car. England cursed under his breath as he squirmed more in his seat.
At this rate he probably wasn’t even going to make it to America’s house.
He grabbed himself even tighter when he felt an involuntary spurt. The Briton crossed his legs and whimpered a little louder. America had climbed back into the car and saw England looking a bit uncomfortable. In fact, he looked like he was about to burst into tears at any given second. It looked like England’s mood was about to change from extremely affectionate to very depressed. “Uhh…England…are you alright?”
“Me? For the umpteenth time, I’m just fine! Why the bloody hell are you so worried about me anyways?” Another nervous chuckle ensues, which was a bad idea again. England almost lost fight right then and there against nature calling, but he was able to stop himself. At least America wasn’t looking at the time it happened. The older blond sighed. He was beyond anxious, and he felt a small wet patch on his pants. All he needed to do was not laugh.
It was easier said than done, considering the fact he was drunk and seemed to be easily amused by anything happening tonight.
America started the drive once again. To break the silence at a red light, America felt it was necessary to show England a video of a person falling down the steps [although America wasn’t exactly sure why he found it really funny]. The American pulled out his phone, found the video and showed England. Normally, if the Briton wasn’t drunk, he wouldn’t have had found it in the least bit funny, but this video was enough to get England to laugh.
America sure knew how to take advantage of England’s humor when he was intoxicated. Since this was one of the longer red lights and rarely anyone drove on this road, the American decided it was time to dig for some other things to make England laugh. He turned on one of his lights that illuminated the whole car. The younger blond began digging under his seat to find something and then stopped as soon as he heard the Briton curse.
“England…is something wro-“
America cut himself off as he looked at the older nation. England whimpered as his bladder finally gave way. The flood gates were open and were obviously releasing a large amount of water. The Briton felt himself get warmer, and his cheeks flushed a very bright red color. This wasn’t happening. England couldn’t believe it. This was something little kids would do in their beds whenever they were six. He was no little kid. In fact, he couldn’t even understand.
Then he heard snickering from the American. England would have at least expected America to be upset about this whole ordeal, considering the fact it was his seat he unintentionally relieved himself in. The American looked at England, causing the older nation to blush an even brighter red.
“You know, England, they have these things called diapers, right?”
Re: What's this about a new OTP? [3b/3]
anonymous
September 13 2010, 00:26:30 UTC
Word count just punched me in the face on that one. Whoops.
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England awoke the next morning. His head felt like someone was trying to break a bunch of rocks with a bunch of other rocks. He thought he could hear some voices. He tried to pay attention for a bit, but gave up not too long after it made his headache hurt even worse. He soon felt himself drift off once again, though he wished he hadn’t.
He still didn’t feel any better when America ran into the room. “Hey, England! Japan says he has something for you. Think it’s some kind of fan fic or fanart or something…he told me that you should check your email later on today! Y’know, you should try checking it right now, because I kinda wanna see what it is!”
England groggily sat up. He really didn’t want to, but what was this urgent message about anyways? He spent about fifteen minutes in the bed trying to see if his headache would lighten up, but nothing happened. He groaned and finally headed to America’s computer whenever he saw the American bouncing around nearby it impatiently.
England decided to log on and check his email. Once he clicked the link, he really wished he hadn’t. He saw a quickly drawn sketch [probably by Japan] of himself…and a steering wheel. The Briton blinked several times with a blank expression on his face. Why would there be a picture of-
Oh.
America grinned. “So, yeah, after you wet your pants you kinda passed out and I just had to tell Japan this story! I mean, come on. I think it’s a good pairing! Although, Japan kinda found it funny about what you did in my car seat, but there’s another story for that…or was it a picture?”
The Briton blankly stared at the laptop as he saw more emails flow in from the other nations, one being from Germany asking a question about how long England was going to be with America’s steering wheel and another one from Japan saying that this was probably a much better couple that Germany and Herr Schtick.
Re: What's this about a new OTP? [3b/3]
anonymous
October 5 2010, 00:19:12 UTC
Unfortunately, quiet little ol' anon me blanked out not too long after finishing this and either forgot or probably didn't really know how because of blanking out.
“Oh no, I’m just fine! Stop worrying about me you git!” England gave another nervous chuckle, but that wasn’t the best thing to do. As soon as he chuckled he felt a small leak. He quickly clutched himself again and managed to throw himself in America’s car all in one motion. America blinked in confusion and started looking for his keys. He thought he lost them, but he realized he absentmindedly took them out the ignition and set them on the back of his car.
“One moment, England, I need to get my keys.” America slowly got out of the car and grabbed his keys. The American then seemed to be spending time admiring the back of his car. England cursed under his breath as he squirmed more in his seat.
At this rate he probably wasn’t even going to make it to America’s house.
He grabbed himself even tighter when he felt an involuntary spurt. The Briton crossed his legs and whimpered a little louder. America had climbed back into the car and saw England looking a bit uncomfortable. In fact, he looked like he was about to burst into tears at any given second. It looked like England’s mood was about to change from extremely affectionate to very depressed. “Uhh…England…are you alright?”
“Me? For the umpteenth time, I’m just fine! Why the bloody hell are you so worried about me anyways?” Another nervous chuckle ensues, which was a bad idea again. England almost lost fight right then and there against nature calling, but he was able to stop himself. At least America wasn’t looking at the time it happened. The older blond sighed. He was beyond anxious, and he felt a small wet patch on his pants. All he needed to do was not laugh.
It was easier said than done, considering the fact he was drunk and seemed to be easily amused by anything happening tonight.
America started the drive once again. To break the silence at a red light, America felt it was necessary to show England a video of a person falling down the steps [although America wasn’t exactly sure why he found it really funny]. The American pulled out his phone, found the video and showed England. Normally, if the Briton wasn’t drunk, he wouldn’t have had found it in the least bit funny, but this video was enough to get England to laugh.
America sure knew how to take advantage of England’s humor when he was intoxicated. Since this was one of the longer red lights and rarely anyone drove on this road, the American decided it was time to dig for some other things to make England laugh. He turned on one of his lights that illuminated the whole car. The younger blond began digging under his seat to find something and then stopped as soon as he heard the Briton curse.
“England…is something wro-“
America cut himself off as he looked at the older nation. England whimpered as his bladder finally gave way. The flood gates were open and were obviously releasing a large amount of water. The Briton felt himself get warmer, and his cheeks flushed a very bright red color. This wasn’t happening. England couldn’t believe it. This was something little kids would do in their beds whenever they were six. He was no little kid. In fact, he couldn’t even understand.
Then he heard snickering from the American. England would have at least expected America to be upset about this whole ordeal, considering the fact it was his seat he unintentionally relieved himself in. The American looked at England, causing the older nation to blush an even brighter red.
“You know, England, they have these things called diapers, right?”
“…shut up.”
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Whoops.
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England awoke the next morning. His head felt like someone was trying to break a bunch of rocks with a bunch of other rocks. He thought he could hear some voices. He tried to pay attention for a bit, but gave up not too long after it made his headache hurt even worse. He soon felt himself drift off once again, though he wished he hadn’t.
He still didn’t feel any better when America ran into the room. “Hey, England! Japan says he has something for you. Think it’s some kind of fan fic or fanart or something…he told me that you should check your email later on today! Y’know, you should try checking it right now, because I kinda wanna see what it is!”
England groggily sat up. He really didn’t want to, but what was this urgent message about anyways? He spent about fifteen minutes in the bed trying to see if his headache would lighten up, but nothing happened. He groaned and finally headed to America’s computer whenever he saw the American bouncing around nearby it impatiently.
England decided to log on and check his email. Once he clicked the link, he really wished he hadn’t. He saw a quickly drawn sketch [probably by Japan] of himself…and a steering wheel. The Briton blinked several times with a blank expression on his face. Why would there be a picture of-
Oh.
America grinned. “So, yeah, after you wet your pants you kinda passed out and I just had to tell Japan this story! I mean, come on. I think it’s a good pairing! Although, Japan kinda found it funny about what you did in my car seat, but there’s another story for that…or was it a picture?”
The Briton blankly stared at the laptop as he saw more emails flow in from the other nations, one being from Germany asking a question about how long England was going to be with America’s steering wheel and another one from Japan saying that this was probably a much better couple that Germany and Herr Schtick.
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Although I really do appreciate the comment, thanks! c:
And blame my twisted sense of humor. It seems to get me somewhere at times.
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omfg, that was HILARIOUS!!! I loved it!!
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Thank you, though! Glad you loved it! :D
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