Laugh Drabble #1 - USxLithuania [part 1 of 2]
anonymous
January 5 2009, 16:58:34 UTC
Erm, random anon here, thought this request would be sweet to do, but there's not way I should use my epic!fail of writing style to write a bunch of laughing moments, so I settled it with one? Though I'm hoping that more people fill this request in as well! *smiles*
Oh, and my most sincere apologies beforehand on the complete fail in grammar, OC-ness and... well... writing.
----- It was with a pinched face and fingers massaging his temple that Alfred Jones could be found at the moment, a uncharacteristic frown etched on his face as he scoured the mass of papers in front of him thoroughly.
The economy was dropping, he needed to go to Canada again to try and get some oil out of him, he was overspending, he still hadn't paid off his international debt yet, and if it went any higher, he'd be screwed in about a hundred different ways, his dollar value was dropping, there was going to be a second Great Depression and it was all going to be his fault and- FUCK!
Alfred shook his head violently, nearly dislodging his glasses from his face. He was a hero, and Heroes were NEVER depressed!!
The blond thought about this for a moment, before sighing and slumping back into his high-backed chair bonelessly. Maybe he should consider-
Someone was rapping on his door.
Alfred blinked and stared at the door for a few moments, before he realized the person on the other side was waiting for him to answer. Giving a mental bop in the head to himself, he spoke, attempting to sound like his cheery self.
"You can come in now, Lith!"
The door to his room squeaked as it was opened slowly but loudly, sending a chill up the blonde’s spine. The sound reminded the American that he needed to grease his door soon, before he ended up thinking that ghosts were in his house again and hiding under his blankets. And he needed to stop talking to himself in his head, before he grew into some mental nut case like that stupid communist pig up there in the north.
Shaking his head again, his focused himself on Lithuania, who had not quite entered the room. The brunette had only poked his head in, staring at the blond with a mixture of curiosity and concern etched into his face.
"Jo-Alfred, I know you're going through your papers now, but it's almost past three o'clock. Are you not hungry right now?"
Lithuania's concern was justified, seeing as well, if there was one thing on his "MUST-NEVER-BE-LATE-TO" list that Alfred kept to religiously, without fail was his mealtimes. So either the American had done something abnormal of himself, say, being too immersed in his work and actually ignoring the black hole that was his stomach, or had done something completely expected of himself. Like falling asleep on his paperwork, playing games on his Wii, secretly trying to watch reruns of football in his den "No no! Not soccer! Football is not soccer! Not that sissy girl foot game! Football! You know, with helmets and tackling and running and quarterbacks and running backs, receivers and defense lines and fumbles and tackles, and cheerleaders and full of American win! I'm talking about that football! It's completely Ameri- OH LITH DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT MIDGET RUNNING BACK GOT A TOUCHDOWN, RUNNING FROM ALL THE WAY OVER THERE!" or some other such silly thing.
Back to Alfred, the Lithuanian stared in mild amusement as the blonde's face morphed into one of undisguised horror. Said blond stood up sharply, nearly toppling over his oversized chair.
"No way! Are you saying that I actually ended up thinking so much that I-"
*GGggRRROOOooooWWWwWwWwwwlLLll*
"-didn't feel hungry?" The blonde's outburst faded out quite suddenly, as his stomach choosing that moment to protest it's immense dislike at being ignored for the last hour, and then some.
Flushing in embarrassment, Alfred flopped back into his chair, his expression now one of hunger and mild confusion (because Alfred himself could not get how in the world he had managed to go on a empty stomach). He looked at the other nation in hopeful misery.
Oh, and my most sincere apologies beforehand on the complete fail in grammar, OC-ness and... well... writing.
-----
It was with a pinched face and fingers massaging his temple that Alfred Jones could be found at the moment, a uncharacteristic frown etched on his face as he scoured the mass of papers in front of him thoroughly.
The economy was dropping, he needed to go to Canada again to try and get some oil out of him, he was overspending, he still hadn't paid off his international debt yet, and if it went any higher, he'd be screwed in about a hundred different ways, his dollar value was dropping, there was going to be a second Great Depression and it was all going to be his fault and- FUCK!
Alfred shook his head violently, nearly dislodging his glasses from his face. He was a hero, and Heroes were NEVER depressed!!
The blond thought about this for a moment, before sighing and slumping back into his high-backed chair bonelessly. Maybe he should consider-
Someone was rapping on his door.
Alfred blinked and stared at the door for a few moments, before he realized the person on the other side was waiting for him to answer. Giving a mental bop in the head to himself, he spoke, attempting to sound like his cheery self.
"You can come in now, Lith!"
The door to his room squeaked as it was opened slowly but loudly, sending a chill up the blonde’s spine. The sound reminded the American that he needed to grease his door soon, before he ended up thinking that ghosts were in his house again and hiding under his blankets. And he needed to stop talking to himself in his head, before he grew into some mental nut case like that stupid communist pig up there in the north.
Shaking his head again, his focused himself on Lithuania, who had not quite entered the room. The brunette had only poked his head in, staring at the blond with a mixture of curiosity and concern etched into his face.
"Jo-Alfred, I know you're going through your papers now, but it's almost past three o'clock. Are you not hungry right now?"
Lithuania's concern was justified, seeing as well, if there was one thing on his "MUST-NEVER-BE-LATE-TO" list that Alfred kept to religiously, without fail was his mealtimes. So either the American had done something abnormal of himself, say, being too immersed in his work and actually ignoring the black hole that was his stomach, or had done something completely expected of himself. Like falling asleep on his paperwork, playing games on his Wii, secretly trying to watch reruns of football in his den "No no! Not soccer! Football is not soccer! Not that sissy girl foot game! Football! You know, with helmets and tackling and running and quarterbacks and running backs, receivers and defense lines and fumbles and tackles, and cheerleaders and full of American win! I'm talking about that football! It's completely Ameri- OH LITH DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT MIDGET RUNNING BACK GOT A TOUCHDOWN, RUNNING FROM ALL THE WAY OVER THERE!" or some other such silly thing.
Back to Alfred, the Lithuanian stared in mild amusement as the blonde's face morphed into one of undisguised horror. Said blond stood up sharply, nearly toppling over his oversized chair.
"No way! Are you saying that I actually ended up thinking so much that I-"
*GGggRRROOOooooWWWwWwWwwwlLLll*
"-didn't feel hungry?" The blonde's outburst faded out quite suddenly, as his stomach choosing that moment to protest it's immense dislike at being ignored for the last hour, and then some.
Flushing in embarrassment, Alfred flopped back into his chair, his expression now one of hunger and mild confusion (because Alfred himself could not get how in the world he had managed to go on a empty stomach). He looked at the other nation in hopeful misery.
"Please tell me we have something to eat?"
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