Saturday comes afterwards [PROLOGUE]
anonymous
October 3 2011, 12:56:28 UTC
"7am waking up in the morning-" England shut his eyes with a resilience no mere human would be able to exercise. I want to die, came the definitely unwanted hum of his mind. No, he had absolutely no interest in waking up ever again. He didn't want a mind. He didn't want a brain. What he wanted was...
Was cereal.
Okay, he 'got his bowl' and developed an insatiable urge 'for cereal' which meant he had until he 'got down to the bus-stop' before the stupid lad jumped on his bed. Just on time, clockwork and perfect - stupid bright blue eyes, why couldn't he have worn coloured contacts for a Texas - America swam into England's view, shaking him enthusiastically. "England! Come ooooon!" The blasted, beautiful, stupid damn it all boy squealed happily.
"I see my friends!" The alarm chirped with an unhealthy amount of autotuning. Fuck.
America continued to jostle England, who was now fighting the torrent of screams climbing up his insides. "Hey, you gotta wake up like now dude, or you'll totally miss it!" Yes, because the last thing England wanted to miss was seeing that fucking rat get pulled out of his stupid log again - seriously, didn't England send America the dick of a boy the puritans, not the druids!
"Gotta make my mind up, which seat can I take!" The radio insisted. "It's Friday, friday, frid-"
England made his mind up, shoving America right off the bed with a ferocity that soon found itself seizing the alarm, ripping it out of the socket (half the spark-plug coming with it) and slamming it into the opposite wall. America stared up from the floor, peeking over the top of the bed, eyes wide and nervous.
"Fun fun fun fun!" England screamed, voice a strain of barely gripped sanity, and deep frustration. "Shut the fuck up you bloody whore or I swear to every god I have ever worshipped I will damn well jam my dick down your throat until you're actually singing real notes you ah slut, uhm...er... whore, ah. Uhm. Yes." England panted lightly, meeting America's terrified blue eyes, his expletives finally running out of steam. The crazed look faded from his eyes and he adjusted a non-existent tie. "Good morning America." England muttered stiffly. America opened his mouth like a fish, then shut it. England seemed to be staring straight past him at something America couldn't discern or make sense of. "Good night America." England seemed to decide and rolled over, curling into the duvets tightly. America opened his mouth to object, but England was already wriggling thoroughly into the sheets and trying to drown out the world in the happy warmth of sleep. America shut his mouth again.
Glanced at the remains of the alarm.
"Woah." America mumbled. "I'll tell everyone you were sick or something..." America scurried for the door, hastily kicking a few shards of alarm clock away.
Was cereal.
Okay, he 'got his bowl' and developed an insatiable urge 'for cereal' which meant he had until he 'got down to the bus-stop' before the stupid lad jumped on his bed. Just on time, clockwork and perfect - stupid bright blue eyes, why couldn't he have worn coloured contacts for a Texas - America swam into England's view, shaking him enthusiastically. "England! Come ooooon!" The blasted, beautiful, stupid damn it all boy squealed happily.
"I see my friends!" The alarm chirped with an unhealthy amount of autotuning. Fuck.
America continued to jostle England, who was now fighting the torrent of screams climbing up his insides. "Hey, you gotta wake up like now dude, or you'll totally miss it!" Yes, because the last thing England wanted to miss was seeing that fucking rat get pulled out of his stupid log again - seriously, didn't England send America the dick of a boy the puritans, not the druids!
"Gotta make my mind up, which seat can I take!" The radio insisted. "It's Friday, friday, frid-"
England made his mind up, shoving America right off the bed with a ferocity that soon found itself seizing the alarm, ripping it out of the socket (half the spark-plug coming with it) and slamming it into the opposite wall. America stared up from the floor, peeking over the top of the bed, eyes wide and nervous.
"Fun fun fun fun!" England screamed, voice a strain of barely gripped sanity, and deep frustration. "Shut the fuck up you bloody whore or I swear to every god I have ever worshipped I will damn well jam my dick down your throat until you're actually singing real notes you ah slut, uhm...er... whore, ah. Uhm. Yes." England panted lightly, meeting America's terrified blue eyes, his expletives finally running out of steam. The crazed look faded from his eyes and he adjusted a non-existent tie. "Good morning America." England muttered stiffly. America opened his mouth like a fish, then shut it. England seemed to be staring straight past him at something America couldn't discern or make sense of. "Good night America." England seemed to decide and rolled over, curling into the duvets tightly. America opened his mouth to object, but England was already wriggling thoroughly into the sheets and trying to drown out the world in the happy warmth of sleep. America shut his mouth again.
Glanced at the remains of the alarm.
"Woah." America mumbled. "I'll tell everyone you were sick or something..." America scurried for the door, hastily kicking a few shards of alarm clock away.
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