Re: Till your rotten Chapter 2 Part (1/2)
anonymous
February 20 2011, 21:18:11 UTC
After arriving and scanning the menu, England just couldn’t stop complaining about how many things on the card were ‘French’-toast. Not one thing in it was somewhat related to England, or English cooking.
What about it was international?
It was also shocking to see such a huge list of Burgers in a Pancake restaurant. His eyes caught onto the ‘Harvest Grain ‘N-Nuts’ Pancakes with ENGLISH nuts! He ordered it immediately, without thinking of the other things that came with it. He didn’t dislike pancakes, Canada loved them to death, and he and some former colonies even had a ‘Pancake-day’ , though he preferred to call it ‘Shrove-Day’. It sounded a little more dignified.
“Dude, that was a cool choice!”
Of course America ordered a huge pile of Pancakes and a Burger. Even the waitress had been shocked that he wanted to eat the entire thing himself, which made Arthur smile.
The boy never grew up. He always needed the biggest and best…
“Oh boy, this is going to be so awesome…”
England just stared at the lad. His eyes were shining with glee and with the sun all around him, he looked so much younger. It was exactly that what made him jealous. America used to get the same expression when he would visit him as his colony. The little man would leave everything and run to hug him tightly, with exactly those shining beautiful eyes.
He didn’t like how that sounded, but he envied the food in that part. It was that smile and bright eyes that made his stomach fly and his heart weak. He would forget everything bad as long as the boy-
“HEY, I am talking to you!”
England frowned when he was rudely interrupted by America! Gosh, how could such a cute angel turn into such a buffoon?
“No need to shout, I was thinking!”
“Yeah yeah, whatever, but your food is getting cold!”
Arthur stared down and saw a huge plate with pancakes and a big chunk of butter on them. His face turned red as he realized it had slipped under him unnoticed. Had he really been that caught up with the younger nation?
“Dude, don’t stare at me like that. You reminded me of France!”
“WH-YO, I-I did no such thing!” How dare that git compare him with that pervert! He was just oblivious to the fact that his surroundings had dared to change without his command.
“Dude, cool down and eat your Pancakes, or I will.”
With a loud ‘Hump’ the England began to eat his breakfast. He wasn’t sulking, he was just very annoyed by the fact that he had just been made fun of. How dare that lit-
God, these pancakes were good…
After the first bite of the ‘English’ (!) breakfast he paused to savor the taste. It was…wonderful, even though it was served in America. It was soaked in butter and a little too sweet, but it melted just right in him, making him gaze at the other nation in wonder.
Why hadn’t they done this before?
Compared to his companion he ‘ate’ his meal and didn’t simply swallow it whole. America had finished the food in a record time and was now on his burger. He still looked excited, but it was easy to see that this was routine for him.
Was the boy used to this kind of good food? He would teach him how to enjoy treats like this during his stay here.
Frowning at his disability to dislike the food he just continued to eat his meal in silence. Of course the other noticed and grinned his way, excepting a compliment of his nation’s awesome breakfast. No-one could beat IHOP!
“What?” The Brit’s eyes narrowed down as he was trying to make it clear that he wouldn’t admit defeat. He growled as the other’s grin widened even further.
After arriving and scanning the menu, England just couldn’t stop complaining about how many things on the card were ‘French’-toast. Not one thing in it was somewhat related to England, or English cooking.
What about it was international?
It was also shocking to see such a huge list of Burgers in a Pancake restaurant. His eyes caught onto the ‘Harvest Grain ‘N-Nuts’ Pancakes with ENGLISH nuts! He ordered it immediately, without thinking of the other things that came with it. He didn’t dislike pancakes, Canada loved them to death, and he and some former colonies even had a ‘Pancake-day’ , though he preferred to call it ‘Shrove-Day’. It sounded a little more dignified.
“Dude, that was a cool choice!”
Of course America ordered a huge pile of Pancakes and a Burger. Even the waitress had been shocked that he wanted to eat the entire thing himself, which made Arthur smile.
The boy never grew up. He always needed the biggest and best…
“Oh boy, this is going to be so awesome…”
England just stared at the lad. His eyes were shining with glee and with the sun all around him, he looked so much younger. It was exactly that what made him jealous. America used to get the same expression when he would visit him as his colony. The little man would leave everything and run to hug him tightly, with exactly those shining beautiful eyes.
He didn’t like how that sounded, but he envied the food in that part. It was that smile and bright eyes that made his stomach fly and his heart weak. He would forget everything bad as long as the boy-
“HEY, I am talking to you!”
England frowned when he was rudely interrupted by America! Gosh, how could such a cute angel turn into such a buffoon?
“No need to shout, I was thinking!”
“Yeah yeah, whatever, but your food is getting cold!”
Arthur stared down and saw a huge plate with pancakes and a big chunk of butter on them. His face turned red as he realized it had slipped under him unnoticed. Had he really been that caught up with the younger nation?
“Dude, don’t stare at me like that. You reminded me of France!”
“WH-YO, I-I did no such thing!” How dare that git compare him with that pervert! He was just oblivious to the fact that his surroundings had dared to change without his command.
“Dude, cool down and eat your Pancakes, or I will.”
With a loud ‘Hump’ the England began to eat his breakfast. He wasn’t sulking, he was just very annoyed by the fact that he had just been made fun of. How dare that lit-
God, these pancakes were good…
After the first bite of the ‘English’ (!) breakfast he paused to savor the taste. It was…wonderful, even though it was served in America. It was soaked in butter and a little too sweet, but it melted just right in him, making him gaze at the other nation in wonder.
Why hadn’t they done this before?
Compared to his companion he ‘ate’ his meal and didn’t simply swallow it whole. America had finished the food in a record time and was now on his burger. He still looked excited, but it was easy to see that this was routine for him.
Was the boy used to this kind of good food? He would teach him how to enjoy treats like this during his stay here.
Frowning at his disability to dislike the food he just continued to eat his meal in silence. Of course the other noticed and grinned his way, excepting a compliment of his nation’s awesome breakfast. No-one could beat IHOP!
“What?” The Brit’s eyes narrowed down as he was trying to make it clear that he wouldn’t admit defeat. He growled as the other’s grin widened even further.
“How was it?”
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