Re: Shhh.. Don't tell. 1/2
anonymous
October 10 2010, 19:30:31 UTC
"Was it something I did? Or said? What did I do," wondered England. "He was barely a child, France, a baby!"
France frowned. Was England saying what he thought he was saying? "L'angeterre.."
"I've got this France," was the interruption. Both blonds turned to stare at the sudden appearance of the very subject they'd been discussing (or in England's case wailing about). America frowned at France and snapped his cellphone closed.
"America?"
"Go home France. I've got England," America had opened up his wallet and had pulled out a credit card for the barkeep who just looked relieved to get paid - and to be rid of the nation sobbing into his bar. France stared, a small notion beginning in the back of his brain. "Hey! Barkeep, I'm here to pay the tab!"
"What did I do," England yelled into the collar of the bomber jacket America stuffed him into. "It's not right!"
America rolled his eyes and waved good bye to France as he hauled the drunken nation out the door. "You can yell at me later, lover."
France stopped, the small notion getting bigger and bigger. He flipped open his phone and dialed a number he knew as well as his own. If anyone had the answer it would be his own North American lover. "Canada?"
There was a sigh from the other end, "Oui?"
"Did America?"
Canada interrupted him. "If you come home now, I'm still sitting in bed, naked, with a bottle of maple syrup."
France choose to go home rather then stew over England's issues, and allowed his enthusiastic former colony to banish the little notion from his brain. He didn't hear the phone ring some time later, happily dreaming of more things he might be able to convince Canada to do dancing in his mind. If he had been awake to hear the conversation, England's issues would become crystal clear.
And he might be sharing in them next time they went drinking.
"I told you not to tell him moron."
"But Matt!"
"Why do you think I always change the subject when France asks me? Idiot."
"I know. But I love him so much, I just wanted to share how much."
"A little self-control Alfred goes a long way. Besides, it's best neither of them realize it."
"Well England knows."
"If you tell France, I will hurt you."
"...Night Matt."
"Night Alfred."
Anon: Ack the anti-formatting boss crits Anon for 3000million.
I loved this, author anon! Thank you for taking an interest in my prompt, and you did a wonderful job. France's silent war with Scotland was actually one of the best things about the fillXD. As well as Canada's skillful dodging of the matter with FranceXD. Poor Al! His love knows no bounds, which is sadly literalXD. I loved England's crazed and terrifying reaction, and his ingestion of solide things in a glassXD
All in all, I laughed a lot and I loved what you did with this. Thank you! ^^
France frowned. Was England saying what he thought he was saying? "L'angeterre.."
"I've got this France," was the interruption. Both blonds turned to stare at the sudden appearance of the very subject they'd been discussing (or in England's case wailing about). America frowned at France and snapped his cellphone closed.
"America?"
"Go home France. I've got England," America had opened up his wallet and had pulled out a credit card for the barkeep who just looked relieved to get paid - and to be rid of the nation sobbing into his bar. France stared, a small notion beginning in the back of his brain. "Hey! Barkeep, I'm here to pay the tab!"
"What did I do," England yelled into the collar of the bomber jacket America stuffed him into. "It's not right!"
America rolled his eyes and waved good bye to France as he hauled the drunken nation out the door. "You can yell at me later, lover."
France stopped, the small notion getting bigger and bigger. He flipped open his phone and dialed a number he knew as well as his own. If anyone had the answer it would be his own North American lover. "Canada?"
There was a sigh from the other end, "Oui?"
"Did America?"
Canada interrupted him. "If you come home now, I'm still sitting in bed, naked, with a bottle of maple syrup."
France choose to go home rather then stew over England's issues, and allowed his enthusiastic former colony to banish the little notion from his brain. He didn't hear the phone ring some time later, happily dreaming of more things he might be able to convince Canada to do dancing in his mind. If he had been awake to hear the conversation, England's issues would become crystal clear.
And he might be sharing in them next time they went drinking.
"I told you not to tell him moron."
"But Matt!"
"Why do you think I always change the subject when France asks me? Idiot."
"I know. But I love him so much, I just wanted to share how much."
"A little self-control Alfred goes a long way. Besides, it's best neither of them realize it."
"Well England knows."
"If you tell France, I will hurt you."
"...Night Matt."
"Night Alfred."
Anon: Ack the anti-formatting boss crits Anon for 3000million.
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Anon is failing all over today.
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All in all, I laughed a lot and I loved what you did with this. Thank you! ^^
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