Re: Do You Have a Flag? [Part 2b]
anonymous
July 9 2011, 12:34:09 UTC
Arthur sighed, made a mental note that were he still in charge, he would certainly ban America from the internet. “Pip supplied the splint I used on your arm.”
“Got to be prepared.” Portugal chimed in. “Got to be prepared for anything on the highseas!” With a toss of the head and red hair, the country erupted into genuinely terrifying, and confident laughter. Alfred decided he either liked the little wildcat for their adventurous attitude, or the spirit it would take for such a tiny place to take on a much larger place like America. But he definitely liked Portugal. Green eyes sparkling, Pip stopped laughing, and settled on a confident smirk at England. “Never know what sort of pirates you can embarrass, Art?”
“You’re a pain, Pip.”
Portugal, was very similar to England, yes. That was probably why Alfred liked them already. England was a spitfire, who insisted on taking on most of the known world, and Portugal was a wildcat who had no misgivings about socking a superpower, and furthermore they both had vivid green eyes.
“Well, who’s being rude now UK?” America poked his tongue out at England. “I apologize for thinking you were Spain.” America did a clumsy bow, grinning from ear to ear.
“And?” There was a tap of the foot.
“And calling you a man.” America added.
Portugal gave a satisfactory nod, smiled at America, before she adjusted her goggles and with a swish of the flag tied about her shoulders, flicked at her short red hair. “I cut it back during the 18th. Couldn’t have helped you América. Or my clothes.” She gestured at the tomboyish, informal jeans and may have gestured at her fairly flat chest with a slight giggle. The giggle twisted into another confident, bordering on addictive laugh, and she sauntered over to the door. England yanked it open, teeth ground together, but polite to a t.
“Don’t overspend, Pip.” Arthur growled to her as she passed, and she swung round, kissing him on the cheek with her swift, careful way of doing things. “And try not to have any more of your damn revolutions.”
“Viva o Rei to you too.” Pip spat back, honey-toned, but still friendly and warm. With that, the short, and boyish nation left America and England to themselves. America jerked round to look at England; perhaps, in retrospect, he was an incredibly obtuse, oblivious, and downright idiotic person at times, but that really didn’t diminish what had sunk in.
“Got to be prepared.” Portugal chimed in. “Got to be prepared for anything on the highseas!” With a toss of the head and red hair, the country erupted into genuinely terrifying, and confident laughter. Alfred decided he either liked the little wildcat for their adventurous attitude, or the spirit it would take for such a tiny place to take on a much larger place like America. But he definitely liked Portugal. Green eyes sparkling, Pip stopped laughing, and settled on a confident smirk at England. “Never know what sort of pirates you can embarrass, Art?”
“You’re a pain, Pip.”
Portugal, was very similar to England, yes. That was probably why Alfred liked them already. England was a spitfire, who insisted on taking on most of the known world, and Portugal was a wildcat who had no misgivings about socking a superpower, and furthermore they both had vivid green eyes.
“Well, who’s being rude now UK?” America poked his tongue out at England. “I apologize for thinking you were Spain.” America did a clumsy bow, grinning from ear to ear.
“And?” There was a tap of the foot.
“And calling you a man.” America added.
Portugal gave a satisfactory nod, smiled at America, before she adjusted her goggles and with a swish of the flag tied about her shoulders, flicked at her short red hair. “I cut it back during the 18th. Couldn’t have helped you América. Or my clothes.” She gestured at the tomboyish, informal jeans and may have gestured at her fairly flat chest with a slight giggle. The giggle twisted into another confident, bordering on addictive laugh, and she sauntered over to the door. England yanked it open, teeth ground together, but polite to a t.
“Don’t overspend, Pip.” Arthur growled to her as she passed, and she swung round, kissing him on the cheek with her swift, careful way of doing things. “And try not to have any more of your damn revolutions.”
“Viva o Rei to you too.” Pip spat back, honey-toned, but still friendly and warm. With that, the short, and boyish nation left America and England to themselves. America jerked round to look at England; perhaps, in retrospect, he was an incredibly obtuse, oblivious, and downright idiotic person at times, but that really didn’t diminish what had sunk in.
“…’Pip’?”
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