Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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Steeling himself for the inevitable, Tony decided to take the plunge and just eat the damn food. Get it off his plate as fast as possible.
America jumped when Tony unexpectedly began shoveling the food into his mouth, food bits flying around the alien while its fork became a blur. “And you say I’m a messy eater,” he complained to England, who only had a raised bushy eyebrow at Tony’s apparent enthusiasm.
“That’s because you are,” he said, not looking at America as the latter got up and took his and England’s dishes to the sink, leaving England and Tony alone at the breakfast table.
It took Tony a few minutes to realize that the Brit was now watching him carefully. And that America was gone, leaving Tony alone with his arch-nemesis.
“Ah, Tony? May we talk for a few minutes while America is cleaning up in the kitchen?” England said in a sweet tone, alerting Tony to the approaching danger.
Tony crossed his arms, but didn’t say anything. He felt if he opened his mouth, he might regurgitate his entire breakfast on England. America would then interpret that as an intentional strike against England, and then no more pepperoni pizza pockets.
So he kept his mouth shut.
England correctly interpreted the action as an invitation to speak. “As you may or may not know, this is election year for America. He is extremely stressed out right now from the growing political atmosphere.”
No shit, Sherlock. Did you figure that out all by yourself?
“Normally, I have my own matters to attend to in London and elsewhere in the Commonwealth, so I am usually unable to visit him around now. It just happened to time out well this year that I could come visit him, unfortunately for a few days though,” England said before sipping his tea, completely unaware that Tony wanted nothing more than to remove the contents of his stomach just to relieve the pain. “That being said, I’d like to make one thing very clear to you,” he continued.
The pain in Tony’s stomach stopped. Wait, what now?
England leaned forward, the black caterpillars on his face drawing together into an impressive scowl; Tony felt the first flickers of fear he’d ever experienced in England’s presence. “If you as so much dare to interfere with America and I, I will not hesitate to remove you from the premises for the entire weekend,” he growled, and Tony wished he could phase through the chair to escape to his sanctuary faster. The ex-empire meanwhile straightened up and said coldly, “Consider this morning’s breakfast a warning.”
Tony stared at the older nation, who had gone back to innocently sipping his tea while America bounded back into the dining room to collect Tony’s dishes. Was there a loophole in America’s deal, that if England struck first, Tony could hit back in ‘self-defense’ and still get his pepperoni pizza pockets? Probably not.
Tony stared balefully at England, noting that America had brought back a fresh cup of tea. Was that another resident for the teacup graveyard he saw sitting on the table?
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“I swear that your boss’s son doesn’t like me,” England said, his light scowl threatening to morph into a smile. “But I do know how much you like your fireworks. What time shall we leave this evening?”
“Seven. Tony loves the kids, which actually is unusual for him,” America said, glancing at Tony, who shrugged. It was the most physical response he could give at the moment.
Brrrring! Brrrring!
Unaware that his best friend was in pain and missing the subtle hints of the brewing war, America jumped up and said, “I’ll be back. Tony, don’t forget to take your dishes to the kitchen!” Then he darted off to save the phone, which for some odd reason was buried beneath the couch cushions in the living room.
England and Tony made brief eye contact, and England mouthed, I’m watching you.
Tony scowled, felt his stomach rally for the last, massive revolt, and then dropped everything in favor of running for the bathroom to save his dignity at least if nothing else.
But, he could take consolation in the fact that England declared war first.
England wanted to stake his claim on America time this weekend? Then so be it.
Tony was more than ready to defend his America time.
But first, the war in his stomach had to be dealt with first.
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Dumb!Anon made a minor formatting mistake in Part C. Oh well. Also, I realized I deviated from the prompt a little (the bit about Tony knowing that England secretly likes America) by putting the two nations in an established relationship. Sorry OP...
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