Re: America's off to his happy place...
anonymous
August 14 2009, 11:29:15 UTC
Then Alfred stopped kicking, punching, and surprisingly swearing quite ‘colourfully’ at Ivan, who professionally blocked every attack the American dished out, and gawked at Wang Yao as if he had sprouted horns and a third eye. “W-wait,…wah?” He said barely above a whisper, still too shocked to comprehend what the Chinese nation had just said.
Wang Yao completely ignored Alfred and continued on, “And why Ivan, aiyaa? Haven’t you considered me-aru? I’ve given you so many gifts and invited you over for many fine Chinese cuisines-aru! And even treated you to the best, finest, perfectly seasoned and charcoal cooked Beijing Peking Duck-aru!”
“Umm... well… ahh… when I tried to contact you but I couldn’t get in touch, your secretary said you were far to busy… so… umm… then Ivan showed up with these beautiful sunflowers, eh…and well… things started happening from there, eh?” Matthew said softly, with a bit of guilt as he stood up. Then China just glared at him like he was betrayed and suddenly Matthew felt a bit too exposed and tried to cover himself up with his hands.
“Hold the fuck up.” Alfred yelled, finally out of his daze and started to walk straight towards Canada when what Wang Yao said had finally sunken into the American’s thick head. “Matt,” he started, gripping the other nation firmly on his shoulders, maybe a bit too hard. After a long pause, America continued and asked the one thing he has been dreading to ask ever since,… ever since!
“You’re fucking gay?” He said, not as a question but as a fact.
“Yeah” Matthew answered, without a single blush or showing any signs of embarrassment. When Alfred didn’t continue, Matthew added, “and…?”
As soon as Matt said the word ‘yeah ’Alfred stopped listening, he was off to his happy place…
Wang Yao completely ignored Alfred and continued on, “And why Ivan, aiyaa? Haven’t you considered me-aru? I’ve given you so many gifts and invited you over for many fine Chinese cuisines-aru! And even treated you to the best, finest, perfectly seasoned and charcoal cooked Beijing Peking Duck-aru!”
“Umm... well… ahh… when I tried to contact you but I couldn’t get in touch, your secretary said you were far to busy… so… umm… then Ivan showed up with these beautiful sunflowers, eh…and well… things started happening from there, eh?” Matthew said softly, with a bit of guilt as he stood up. Then China just glared at him like he was betrayed and suddenly Matthew felt a bit too exposed and tried to cover himself up with his hands.
“Hold the fuck up.” Alfred yelled, finally out of his daze and started to walk straight towards Canada when what Wang Yao said had finally sunken into the American’s thick head. “Matt,” he started, gripping the other nation firmly on his shoulders, maybe a bit too hard. After a long pause, America continued and asked the one thing he has been dreading to ask ever since,… ever since!
“You’re fucking gay?” He said, not as a question but as a fact.
“Yeah” Matthew answered, without a single blush or showing any signs of embarrassment. When Alfred didn’t continue, Matthew added, “and…?”
As soon as Matt said the word ‘yeah ’Alfred stopped listening, he was off to his happy place…
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