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Re: Do You Have a Flag? [Part 5b] anonymous July 13 2011, 08:34:11 UTC
A very long day, but regardless of the state of the brothers’ relationships with one another, it wasn’t long before Wales, Ireland, and Scotland were bundled at the front of Arthur’s house, and stomping in, bearing gifts of alcohol. It came as only partially surprising when Ruairi stepped on England. England lashed out, kicking at Ireland. “Fuckin’ tw’t!” He roared, before flopping back into a puddle of nation.

“Rainy days in England.” Myrddin added from the side, before propping Arthur up with Gawain, and the two of them dragged him over to the couch. Ruairi, muttering to himself, stalked to England’s armchair and proceeded to attack the rest of the mess.

“Eh wouldn’t drink this slop with ‘is mouth.” Ireland muttered, picking up the porcelain chips. “Why do I ‘ave to be ‘ere then?” Despite this, he finished tidying the floor, and then pushed the offensive armchair towards the couch, and plopped down in it. “ ‘Ow drunk is our dear brother, then?”

“Head over tits,” England supplied, almost muffled in the couch. “Trolleyed, Piss-poor drunk, hammered, arseholed-”

“Yer always an arsehole.” Gawain snapped, pulling Arthur upright.

“This stuff is utter swill.” Ruairi snapped, sniffing at the chair.

“Y’rs no better.” England glowered, swaying slightly on the spot. “Bloody twit; why arnt ya go b’ck ta Erin I’ yer hate me so.” Arthur groaned. “T’ British are comin’.”

Wales passed a glass of scotch to Gawain, and a can of beer to Ruairi. “ ‘Ere.”

Gawain slugged the scotch down, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Goin’ to be a long night.” England leaned heavily against Scotland, mumbling haplessly about whether or not he’d be ready for the Armada. “Any o’ yer got an idea as to what happened?”

“He was bitchin’ about Pip and Alfred t’ me.” Myrddin supplied from the side, sipping his own drink. Myrddin stood up awkwardly. “Want some food?” Myrddin left, heading towards the kitchen, without needing to hear the following requests. Also, none of the brothers expected Arthur to keep their requests in the house; likely Myrddin was heading to a local chippie. The jangle of housekeys and slam of the door confirmed this.

Arthur began to snore heavily against Scotland’s side, and Gawain carefully stole England’s wristwatch. Ruairi sniffed at the gesture, but said nothing, instead listening intently to a pooka at his shoulder. Gawain slipped England’s watch onto his own arm, and waited for Ruairi to finish consulting the goblin-esque creature.

“Seems Alfred ‘ttempted to rape our brother.” Ruairi yawned.

“Yer joking.” Scotland pursed his lips, shifting England’s position against his shoulder with a grunt.

“Alfie made friends wiv’ Portugal.” Ireland clarified. “Cornered Art in here; Froglegs stuck ‘is bill in. Alf’s still got ‘is questions, and ‘e was close ‘nough to lick Art’s face.” The Island shrugged “Seems clear-cut t’ me: anglo-guese ‘lliance verse special relationship,” Ruairi yawned once more, tucking his legs up.

“Verse Frenchie,” Gawain added. Ireland nodded acceptingly

“Wonder who ‘e-” He nodded at Arthur. “S’drinking for.”

“Arthur wouldnae appreciate yer sittin’ like that on ‘is stuff.” Scotland remonstrated.

“Art ‘wouldnae’ appreciate your takin’ of ‘is stuff.” Ireland snapped back, and settled in the chair, looking to the side with a sigh. “Still don’t see why I ‘ave to be ‘ere.” Despite looking away, and being curled up away from Scotland and England, Ruairi did not so much as move from his chair. “Long night.”

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Re: Do You Have a Flag? [Part 5c] anonymous July 13 2011, 08:35:08 UTC
“Long day…” Arthur murmured from Scotland’s side, raising his head and looking around blearily. “Hi Ireland…”

“Alfie’s a good kid.” Ireland commented. “Ya’ should give ‘im a chance.”

“Chance f’ what?” England snuggled up to Scotland, outright nuzzling him. “Git, g’t your feet offa’ my chair.” Ruairi made no movements to put his feet down, shrugging.

“Heard Pip dropped by.” Gawain interrupted. “How are you and ‘er?”

“Mrf.” England stared at his wrist, a baffled expression sliding onto his face. “Where’s Ben?” It was a groggy statement.

Ruairi shrugged from the armchair. “Ayedunno.” It came out as a single word, and was more insulting than anything else. Ireland looked at Scotland with a quiet, and pensive smirk. “Not France. ‘e has better taste tha’ nat. Trust me this is between Pippa n’ Alfie.” Ireland folded his hands across his chest, and gave a defiant nod. “Mark my words.”

“We oft’n do.” Myrddin commented, shrugging his coat off and setting a parcel of newspaper wrapped fish and chips to Ruairi. “Come now, Art.” Wales passed two packages to Gawain, who then opened one up for Arthur. England turned a rather vivid shade of green at the smell of the oily chips.

“Oh Christ.” Arthur sucked in a gulp of air, and then the mighty, great and proud nation of England promptly leant his head forward and vomited on the floor.

“Tax returns?” Wales sighed, and Ireland with a noise of annoyance put his food to the side and jumped to his feet, ready to clean up the mess.

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Re: Do You Have a Flag? [Part 5c] anonymous July 13 2011, 19:06:33 UTC
I really liked this update! And yes, I do know there's more below. I wanted to say that I'm happy to see an semi-normal relationship between the UK brothers. It's nice and refreshing.

One thing, if I may? I think the phonetic accents can be a bit confusing sometimes. I hope I haven't offend you.

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