Re: What's In a Name [1/?]
anonymous
June 1 2009, 16:28:51 UTC
“Ferdinand?”
“Ack, no.”
“Frank?”
“Nah.”
“Floyd?”
“Nope.”
“Freeman?”
“I wish.”
“Mon dieu… He didn’t.”
“What? It’s not Fuck, if that’s what you’re thinking…”
“It’s not Fairy, is it?”
“Oh, what the fuck, Francis! Dude. That’s… totally not cool!”
They lasted a second before Canada and France broke into laughter.
“Okay,” Alfred started. “So, since we’ve established that guessing doesn’t really count as me telling you, and that there are too many names to think of, how about I tell you this - it’s the name of a nation.”
“Well that narrows it down a bit.” Matthew started to count the names off the top of his head. “There’s Feliciano, Feliks - Spain’s middle name is Fernandez, so I guess that counts… And then there’s… Oh god.” He stared in apparent awe and shock at the prospect of Arthur naming America after someone the Brit supposedly hated…
“And then,” France continued. “There’s me. Francis.” He, too, looked a bit surprised at the thought, if his raised eyebrows and widened eyes were anything to go about.
Both looked at each other, then at Alfred. The said former British colony grinned sheepishly at the two, saying once, “Bingo.”
“Oh.” Matthew breathed.
“Yeah.” Alfred laughed weakly. “Oh.”
-
Like most secrets revealed in a middle of a party, it was out within the hour.
“Arthur’s gonna kill me.”
“Now, now, Alfred-san. It can’t be that bad…” Kiku modestly patted the blonde’s back in a semi-comforting gesture.
“…Well, yeah… I guess.”
“ALFRED!”
The said nation flinched. “It’s not that bad… It’s just much, much worse.”
From across of him, Ludwig raised an eyebrow. “Surely you’re overreact - “
“ALFRED, YOU BLOODY GIT. I’M GOING TO - “
“What - ?” Feliciano’s ears were promptly covered the moment Arthur started letting out his very colorful vocabulary. “Ludwig~ I can’t hear!”
“You don’t need to.”
“Matthew.” Canada looked up to meet America’s serious eyes. “My will is in the empty Rice Crispies cereal box over at the upper left kitchen cupboard.”
“Ah - “
Before Matthew can say a word, Alfred Francis Jones ran as if the very devil was chasing him.
(But considering who it was and what the situation is, he might as well be facing something scarier than Satan.)
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Author!anon apologizes for the current lack of FrUK-ing at the moment, but I-I'm getting there, OP!anon!
Re: What's In a Name [1/?]
anonymous
June 1 2009, 17:04:37 UTC
Ohhhh god. This is perfect so far, writernon, I love the way you do your humor. This reader'll be over here with her F5 key sniggering into her drink, which she was luckily not drinking while reading.
“Ack, no.”
“Frank?”
“Nah.”
“Floyd?”
“Nope.”
“Freeman?”
“I wish.”
“Mon dieu… He didn’t.”
“What? It’s not Fuck, if that’s what you’re thinking…”
“It’s not Fairy, is it?”
“Oh, what the fuck, Francis! Dude. That’s… totally not cool!”
They lasted a second before Canada and France broke into laughter.
“Okay,” Alfred started. “So, since we’ve established that guessing doesn’t really count as me telling you, and that there are too many names to think of, how about I tell you this - it’s the name of a nation.”
“Well that narrows it down a bit.” Matthew started to count the names off the top of his head. “There’s Feliciano, Feliks - Spain’s middle name is Fernandez, so I guess that counts… And then there’s… Oh god.” He stared in apparent awe and shock at the prospect of Arthur naming America after someone the Brit supposedly hated…
“And then,” France continued. “There’s me. Francis.” He, too, looked a bit surprised at the thought, if his raised eyebrows and widened eyes were anything to go about.
Both looked at each other, then at Alfred. The said former British colony grinned sheepishly at the two, saying once, “Bingo.”
“Oh.” Matthew breathed.
“Yeah.” Alfred laughed weakly. “Oh.”
-
Like most secrets revealed in a middle of a party, it was out within the hour.
“Arthur’s gonna kill me.”
“Now, now, Alfred-san. It can’t be that bad…” Kiku modestly patted the blonde’s back in a semi-comforting gesture.
“…Well, yeah… I guess.”
“ALFRED!”
The said nation flinched. “It’s not that bad… It’s just much, much worse.”
From across of him, Ludwig raised an eyebrow. “Surely you’re overreact - “
“ALFRED, YOU BLOODY GIT. I’M GOING TO - “
“What - ?” Feliciano’s ears were promptly covered the moment Arthur started letting out his very colorful vocabulary. “Ludwig~ I can’t hear!”
“You don’t need to.”
“Matthew.” Canada looked up to meet America’s serious eyes. “My will is in the empty Rice Crispies cereal box over at the upper left kitchen cupboard.”
“Ah - “
Before Matthew can say a word, Alfred Francis Jones ran as if the very devil was chasing him.
(But considering who it was and what the situation is, he might as well be facing something scarier than Satan.)
-
Author!anon apologizes for the current lack of FrUK-ing at the moment, but I-I'm getting there, OP!anon!
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OTL
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Carry on! ♥
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OMG! SWEET CANADIAN SYRUP, YOU ROCK! You've made my day! I loved the buildup and how you had them figure it out. And the lines are claaaassic.
“My will is in the empty Rice Crispies cereal box over at the upper left kitchen cupboard.”
Mucho excited to read more!
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S-so thank you! I'll do my best to continue!
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