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Okay, let's make history and be more epic than these people, shall we?
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‘This… this ruffian!’ England breathed in quickly as the taller man trapped him, one hand a burning presence on his lower back, the other trailing up his arm to hold him still.
The indomitable England…held… like his weight was a pleasurable nothing to the larger man...
A warm palm slid inside his jacket, and England’s breath hitched, his fingers at United’s back crumpling the fabric of his blue coat in trembling fists. He closed his eyes, thick eyebrows lowered, lips pushing out to tentatively receive United’s bold kiss…
USA’s hand stopped searching around when he found what he was looking for and he smirked. ‘Aha! There it is!’ In one great motion America pulled England’s gun out into the open, and aimed, cocking the hammer back all the way with his thumb, he pulled the trigger.
BLAM!!
Gun powder exploded and the whole room burst into a frenzy of shocked screams as America’s shot blew the extravagant centerpiece at the head table into ice cubes.
The monarchs sitting there immediately began scattering like crazed chickens and Spain threw himself with a yell under the heavy furniture, by now used to being mercilessly attacked.
“Ahh!!” France stood gaping at America and England before the Spanish nation’s arm reached up from his cover and grabbed the long-haired man down for safety.
The blond chuckled and grinned at the crazy chaos, forgetting where and when he was at the moment.
England, who had very nearly been dropped on his head in the commotion, stepped out of United’s now slack embrace his cheeks darkened in a mixture of anger and disbelief.
“What?” United questioned with a laugh, smoking gun still cocked in his hand.
England struggled to find the words, his face going through an impressive range of emotions until it settled on shocked. “DUCK!”
“Arh!!” A burly Frenchmen was knocked backwards by one of England’s pirate crew who had instantly entered through every door or window of the ballroom possibly imaginable at the gunshot signal. The two nations threw themselves in opposite directions out of the way as the comatose man crashed to the floor.
England drew his sword and flipped a nearby table for protection as the unprepared French guards started yelling curses and throwing themselves into the fray. One swipe knocked the flimsy metal lances from their grips.
America raised the old-fashioned gun shot out the massive chandelier, crystals tinkling to the ground in a shower of rainbows as the dwindling sunlight passed through them.
“ZUT ALORS!” France cried, popping up from his hiding place, a piece of smushed cake on his shirt. “That was an antique!!”
The building became a riot of disgruntled parties as England’s pirates did their duties of pillaging the pearls and jewellery of the upper-class. America ran alongside the outlaws, his boots thudding heavily through the disrupted town until they met the soft sand of the beach.
The hero looked up and noticed that Spain’s battered ship had been taken over by the scurvy men, and now most-assuredly belonged to England.
USA looked to his side where the thick eyebrowed nation was panting, a self-righteous smile on his face.
“For the mighty England!” A bald and scarred pirate roared, and the others shouted in approval.
The crimson-coated man tipped his hat with his sheathed sword and turned his contented smug gaze to look at United out of the corner of his eye.
“…And for ME, too!” USA returned the same expression and aimed his firearm randomly into the air, shooting off to emphasize his importance. A nearby palm tree shook from the impact and a few coconuts hit the ground.
England scowled and grabbed the primitive gun from the other’s grip.
The night came fast in the islands and the successful escape saw one old and one new pirate ship sailing into the blue.
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God writer!Anon, I love you. The dancing and the talking about who's leading, and England so wanting him to kiss him and all--
It's great.
♥Keep it up, please!♥
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This is, like, my favorite fic. Ever.
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Don't get discouraged! :)
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OP agrees with all other commenters! This story is far from sucking ass. It's really great and has just about everything (humor, action, building up romance)
:< Also, lack of update is killing OP on the inside and OP has to resist begging for part 10+. Please update soon, we're all excited~
♥ Don't be discouraged, writer!anon! ♥
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*WORKING HARD!!*
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