USxUK - There Are Two Big Black Squiggles (2/2)
anonymous
November 5 2010, 10:33:36 UTC
“So you gonna get lunch now?”
America was leaning the back of his thighs on the table as he waited for England’s answer. The meeting had some success, what with America being oddly quiet but there was still the usual chaos that disrupted any semblance of productivity.
The island nation shuffled his stack of papers before he turned towards the American. “I suppose,” he replied. “I noticed you weren’t paying attention to the meeting…again. What were you doing? Drawing a doodle of your aliens and crop circles, no doubt.”
Man, England’s good, America thought. But he grinned sheepishly at him anyway.
“Nah, I was drawing you actually! You wanna see?” He threw his beaten suitcase onto the table and opened it. Inside it looked like a war zone, but America seemed to find what he was looking for shortly. He pulled out a lightly crumpled packet and whisked through the pages until he found the right one.
“No, I really don’t have t--”
The booklet was obnoxiously shoved in England’s face and he had step back or he was going to get plowed in the face. And a broken nose was the last thing he wanted, if America could control his strength even that much.
“What’s wrong with you?!” England shouted over America’s laughter.
“Watch out England,” America laughed under his breath, a bit too late.
England took the paper from the boy’s hands and looked at it. Ha, he knew it. Crudely drawn aliens and something that looked like Dalmatians were littered all over his damn notes. He didn’t even know what those squiggles were supposed to be. His eyes scanned the page briefly until he saw what America was so proud about, right before he saw said nation in his peripheral vision, just about to point at it.
Honestly, it was a bad drawing.
“Honestly, it’s a bad drawing,” England said. “My eyebrows aren’t that big.”
He casually handed the paper back to him and sort of felt guilty for America’s deflated expression.
“Really? I thought it was spot on. I mean…” America cut in front of England and held the paper up next to his face. His expression was thoughtful but turned mischievous. “Those things are scary! I think they get bigger every time I see you! Something needs to be done about them,” he said.
And without realizing it, America reached out. His hand rested lightly on the side of England’s face and his thumb softly outlined a thick eyebrow before it was suddenly gone from his touch.
“What are you doing, you git?” There was panic in England’s voice and the American immediately snapped his hand back. Both of their cheeks were colored pink and America knew, he just put them in an awkward situation. A slightly alarming one.
“O-oh.” America blinked. “I. I just kind of wanted to…” he trailed off. What could he possibly say? This was just too weird so he huffed and shoved his hands into his pockets instead. Better to keep them someplace where they won’t do something stupid.
“Yeah. Do something about them,” America coughed. The way he said it came out much rougher than he intended but there was nothing he could do about it. He offered England one last smile, then, thinking better of it, tried to turn it into a smirk.
Whipping around, he called over his shoulder, “Hurry up, old man! I’m starving already!” America felt relief in hearing the other nation sputter behind him and delighted when he heard the sound of England’s footsteps following close behind. He’ll pick a good place to eat this time. Somewhere where he can sit across from England and stare at his face and those eyebrows for as long as he’ll let him.
Re: USxUK - There Are Two Big Black Squiggles (2/2)
anonymous
November 7 2010, 16:14:49 UTC
Loved it! I laughed and went "awww" on equal measure. America is lovely when he huff, fidgets and is awkward. England is lovely all the time ♥
The story was really refreshing and I think you got America's voice wonderfully: disjointed and rambling, like a teen or someone who has too many ideas and feelings and just stuff going on in their heads.
My favourite parts:
This was just too weird so he huffed and shoved his hands into his pockets instead. Better to keep them someplace where they won’t do something stupid.
He’ll pick a good place to eat this time. Somewhere where he can sit across from England and stare at his face and those eyebrows for as long as he’ll let him.
America was leaning the back of his thighs on the table as he waited for England’s answer. The meeting had some success, what with America being oddly quiet but there was still the usual chaos that disrupted any semblance of productivity.
The island nation shuffled his stack of papers before he turned towards the American. “I suppose,” he replied. “I noticed you weren’t paying attention to the meeting…again. What were you doing? Drawing a doodle of your aliens and crop circles, no doubt.”
Man, England’s good, America thought. But he grinned sheepishly at him anyway.
“Nah, I was drawing you actually! You wanna see?” He threw his beaten suitcase onto the table and opened it. Inside it looked like a war zone, but America seemed to find what he was looking for shortly. He pulled out a lightly crumpled packet and whisked through the pages until he found the right one.
“No, I really don’t have t--”
The booklet was obnoxiously shoved in England’s face and he had step back or he was going to get plowed in the face. And a broken nose was the last thing he wanted, if America could control his strength even that much.
“What’s wrong with you?!” England shouted over America’s laughter.
“Watch out England,” America laughed under his breath, a bit too late.
England took the paper from the boy’s hands and looked at it. Ha, he knew it. Crudely drawn aliens and something that looked like Dalmatians were littered all over his damn notes. He didn’t even know what those squiggles were supposed to be. His eyes scanned the page briefly until he saw what America was so proud about, right before he saw said nation in his peripheral vision, just about to point at it.
Honestly, it was a bad drawing.
“Honestly, it’s a bad drawing,” England said. “My eyebrows aren’t that big.”
He casually handed the paper back to him and sort of felt guilty for America’s deflated expression.
“Really? I thought it was spot on. I mean…” America cut in front of England and held the paper up next to his face. His expression was thoughtful but turned mischievous. “Those things are scary! I think they get bigger every time I see you! Something needs to be done about them,” he said.
And without realizing it, America reached out. His hand rested lightly on the side of England’s face and his thumb softly outlined a thick eyebrow before it was suddenly gone from his touch.
“What are you doing, you git?” There was panic in England’s voice and the American immediately snapped his hand back. Both of their cheeks were colored pink and America knew, he just put them in an awkward situation. A slightly alarming one.
“O-oh.” America blinked. “I. I just kind of wanted to…” he trailed off. What could he possibly say? This was just too weird so he huffed and shoved his hands into his pockets instead. Better to keep them someplace where they won’t do something stupid.
“Yeah. Do something about them,” America coughed. The way he said it came out much rougher than he intended but there was nothing he could do about it. He offered England one last smile, then, thinking better of it, tried to turn it into a smirk.
Whipping around, he called over his shoulder, “Hurry up, old man! I’m starving already!” America felt relief in hearing the other nation sputter behind him and delighted when he heard the sound of England’s footsteps following close behind. He’ll pick a good place to eat this time. Somewhere where he can sit across from England and stare at his face and those eyebrows for as long as he’ll let him.
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The story was really refreshing and I think you got America's voice wonderfully: disjointed and rambling, like a teen or someone who has too many ideas and feelings and just stuff going on in their heads.
My favourite parts:
This was just too weird so he huffed and shoved his hands into his pockets instead. Better to keep them someplace where they won’t do something stupid.
He’ll pick a good place to eat this time. Somewhere where he can sit across from England and stare at his face and those eyebrows for as long as he’ll let him.
I awww'd. He's adorable.
Also, I loved this:
Honestly, it was a bad drawing.
“Honestly, it’s a bad drawing,” England said.
I LOL'd. Brutal honesty much, England?
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