Saturday comes afterwards [1c/?]
anonymous
October 3 2011, 13:51:49 UTC
"Yeah when he's not trying to rape somebody." America waggled his fingers. "Become one with Russia, whhoo-ooh." Russia gave America a deeply rankled look, and whilst it was certainly not a killing look, it was a tired, bored one, much like the one England had been wearing earlier.
"Your opinion is as always delightful." Russia shifted away from the two warring anglophones - not literally warring, but it was probably a close-shot - and edged towards the event he'd actually come to see. It was so sad when family didn't get along. At this point the argument had moulted any showy feathers of point, reason, and sophistication, and been revealed as a shamelessly frustrated dig at personal flaws.
"You're a selfish, unaware brat," England decided, crossing his arms, and glowering up at America. "I spoilt you rotten."
"Spoilt me?" America snapped, pushing an index finger at England's crossed arms and barely flicking him, which sent England stumbling backwards. "You had ridiculous tax levels just so you could go and totally get some of France's ass or whatever, I mean, dude, you used me."
"Used you?" England squawked. "I'll have you know I damn well cared for you!"
"Yeah, not as much as you cared for yourself." America frowned, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Ohh, you wanna know about selfish huh? You just gotta look in a mirror." America snorted. "You don't care about anyone do you?"
It was like getting punched in the chest. England responded to the almost-physical attack as though he had been assaulted.
He reacted instinctively by trying to slap America, the pain flaring through his rib-cage, but America stepped out of the way, and England only swiped at the air. The horrible ache crawled out from England's chest and settled in the pit of his stomach. It was too much, and England coughed on words uncomfortably combing for a response. "I hate you!" England finally spat, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes, and he rubbed at them furiously. "Goddamnit." England sniffled. "I really hate you."
"Whatever." America replied coldly, turning to stare bluntly up at the newly awakened Groundhog.
"Your opinion is as always delightful." Russia shifted away from the two warring anglophones - not literally warring, but it was probably a close-shot - and edged towards the event he'd actually come to see. It was so sad when family didn't get along. At this point the argument had moulted any showy feathers of point, reason, and sophistication, and been revealed as a shamelessly frustrated dig at personal flaws.
"You're a selfish, unaware brat," England decided, crossing his arms, and glowering up at America. "I spoilt you rotten."
"Spoilt me?" America snapped, pushing an index finger at England's crossed arms and barely flicking him, which sent England stumbling backwards. "You had ridiculous tax levels just so you could go and totally get some of France's ass or whatever, I mean, dude, you used me."
"Used you?" England squawked. "I'll have you know I damn well cared for you!"
"Yeah, not as much as you cared for yourself." America frowned, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Ohh, you wanna know about selfish huh? You just gotta look in a mirror." America snorted. "You don't care about anyone do you?"
It was like getting punched in the chest. England responded to the almost-physical attack as though he had been assaulted.
He reacted instinctively by trying to slap America, the pain flaring through his rib-cage, but America stepped out of the way, and England only swiped at the air. The horrible ache crawled out from England's chest and settled in the pit of his stomach. It was too much, and England coughed on words uncomfortably combing for a response. "I hate you!" England finally spat, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes, and he rubbed at them furiously. "Goddamnit." England sniffled. "I really hate you."
"Whatever." America replied coldly, turning to stare bluntly up at the newly awakened Groundhog.
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I loved England's delightful tirade.
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All the nations are very IC. I also like the little England-Russia friendship thing going on, I think they'd actually make great friends.
Your writing is lovely and I'm really looking forward to the next chapter. :)
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