Hetalia kink meme part 22
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part 22
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Scotland watches England slump across the table, pushing aside the Guinness he’d prior been engaged in a staring contest with. Though Scotland isn’t exactly the most sympathetic ear, he can understand - he did, after all, play a role of sorts in raising America, and it’s a shared area of concern.
England’s houses are always poorly furnished, so Scotland has to dance around a bit before taking a chair that doesn’t look liable to collapse under even the slightest pressure. He sits down and takes England’s drink without shame, figuring ‘waste not want not’ applies in such a situation.
“I’m sick of it,” England says.
His words have changed; that’s interesting. Scotland waits to hear more, but England just flips back into his previous wailing.
“I just don’t understand!”
“You’ve said; you’ve made it clear.”
“You explain it t’me, then,” England demands, hitting his flat palm against the table’s surface. “I’m worrying now. Really worrying. Really, really…”
“It’s been years,” Scotland says, “so why do you care now?
“Because, thanks to some… certain issues,” England says, “he’s been… turnin’ up at European affairs an’ sticking his nose in and God, Scot, he likes sharks.”
“That’s nice,” Scotland says. Nothing England says can possibly surprise him anymore. “If he’s annoying you, just tell him.”
“I did,” England mutters, as if to just himself. “In front of the whole room.”
Unable to hold back amusement, Scotland grins. “How’d that go?”
“Not well,” England replies, swaying slightly in his chair. “I jus’ drew attention to myself and… and associated myself with him. S‘my fault. I don‘t understand…”
“Neither does he, from the sounds of it,” Scotland says, placing the pint back down on the table. It doesn’t taste all too appealing; even when England pours things from a can, he can make their flavours atrocious. “D’you want my advice?”
There‘s a moment of silence as England tries to remember where he is, before he decides to accept it and says, “Shoot.”
Scotland nods in recognition before answering, “Just tell him plainly that he’s a stupid fucker and he’s annoying the shit out of everyone he knows.”
England looks horrified, much to Scotland‘s confusion. “I can’t do that!”
That‘s not the response he expected whatsoever. It’s maddening to receive it. Scotland leans forward, cocks an eyebrow and challenges, “Why not?”
“Because,” England says, but he can’t think of a reason in time so Scotland finishes, “you’re scared he’ll beat you to a pulp?”
“America?” England says with an amused snort. “Me, scared of him? You’ve got t’be joking.”
“Alright, then,” Scotland says, picking up the horrible pint to prepare for what will be a brilliant victory sip. “You’ve got nothing to fear? Prove it.”
There’s the victory sip. He gets up to walk away, casting one last grin in England’s direction, and England loses himself to mildly-intoxicated contemplation - because honestly, when has alcohol ever made someone do something they’d later regret?TBC
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I love your writing, and I love your Scotland.
Poor England, can't even poor a drink right (that's worse than burning water, dear lord).
Wonder how America's going to slip now~
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But dude. I fucking love your America. Fantastic. There are no more words.
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No England, Alcohol Totally never makes anyone doing anything they'll regret.
Ooo, I can't wait to see what happens next! How will he find out America's secret? What will America's reaction be? What was on the president's shopping list that was so embarrassing?
So many questions! I'll be awaiting the next installment!
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