If it wasn't for the bed, I wouldn't have shagged you [2/2]
anonymous
June 21 2009, 03:06:00 UTC
"I now hold you responsible for us having sex the previous night before as we weren't given the original room I booked," he continued.
Manager blinked before adding, "What?", to the conversation.
The sound of teacup descending on saucer was one that brought unpleasant shivers down Manager's spine. There was a chilly, dark aura that enveloped England. The smile that gradually grew on his face almost made Manager wet his pants, and not in the way his wife did.
Simply terrifying.
England placed his saucer on the table before speaking. "You see here, this," he gestured to France, "is a bloody pervert who had me drunker than a streaker. We shared a bed. He took fucking advantage of me and what will you do about that?" His smile turned twitchy, murderous.
"Why, Arthur," France all but purred, "I dare say that being taken advantage of doesn't necessarily equate to being on top."
Manager didn't need to hear about their sexual escapades. He also didn't need to be in this room.
"I demand compensation for-for bedding this satyric spawn of Venus," England said.
Manager almost pitied him for he looked like he'd just lost his dog. Rather, lost his virginity to a sex god.
"I don't think he can give back your purity," France said with a leer. "You haven't exactly been pure for centuries now."
"Hush, you!" England exclaimed, a cheeks wrought red with anger and perhaps a smidgen of embarrassment.
"I suppose that you wouldn't at all be complaining if it was Germania here."
"I-I would complain either way! This isn't right and this hotel's mixed everything up. I have every right to complain." Though the flush in his ears was telling otherwise and Manager was starting to wonder who exactly this Germania was.
"And it wasn't as if you were whining about it the night before."
England punched France to make his point. It was a fine point that was easily understood by both France and Manager. The British Empire was always right even if it was wrong. Or even if there wasn't an argument in the first place.
France covered his nose with his hand and opted to keep quiet. Though an angry England was also a very tempting England. He would raise this issue, amongst others, the next time they intentionally -- at least for France it was -- crossed paths in front of a bed or a bar.
"So let us talk about this compensation," England said.
His fingers wrapped around the handle of his teacup and he looked less of a maniac.
"Yes, of course," Manager said while profusely nodding.
Sorry it took so long to get to commenting. Had to deal with school a bit.
Oh, if only you could see the grin on my face as I was reading this <3 I love the light-hearted writing style. Gives it the cracky feeling I was looking for xD
Manager blinked before adding, "What?", to the conversation.
The sound of teacup descending on saucer was one that brought unpleasant shivers down Manager's spine. There was a chilly, dark aura that enveloped England. The smile that gradually grew on his face almost made Manager wet his pants, and not in the way his wife did.
Simply terrifying.
England placed his saucer on the table before speaking. "You see here, this," he gestured to France, "is a bloody pervert who had me drunker than a streaker. We shared a bed. He took fucking advantage of me and what will you do about that?" His smile turned twitchy, murderous.
"Why, Arthur," France all but purred, "I dare say that being taken advantage of doesn't necessarily equate to being on top."
Manager didn't need to hear about their sexual escapades. He also didn't need to be in this room.
"I demand compensation for-for bedding this satyric spawn of Venus," England said.
Manager almost pitied him for he looked like he'd just lost his dog. Rather, lost his virginity to a sex god.
"I don't think he can give back your purity," France said with a leer. "You haven't exactly been pure for centuries now."
"Hush, you!" England exclaimed, a cheeks wrought red with anger and perhaps a smidgen of embarrassment.
"I suppose that you wouldn't at all be complaining if it was Germania here."
"I-I would complain either way! This isn't right and this hotel's mixed everything up. I have every right to complain." Though the flush in his ears was telling otherwise and Manager was starting to wonder who exactly this Germania was.
"And it wasn't as if you were whining about it the night before."
England punched France to make his point. It was a fine point that was easily understood by both France and Manager. The British Empire was always right even if it was wrong. Or even if there wasn't an argument in the first place.
France covered his nose with his hand and opted to keep quiet. Though an angry England was also a very tempting England. He would raise this issue, amongst others, the next time they intentionally -- at least for France it was -- crossed paths in front of a bed or a bar.
"So let us talk about this compensation," England said.
His fingers wrapped around the handle of his teacup and he looked less of a maniac.
"Yes, of course," Manager said while profusely nodding.
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This was a great fill. I loved it! =)
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Anyway. This was made of pure WIN. You've made this anon happy, Author!anon. Thank you. :D
Oh France, I love you so much. Please never change.♥♥
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Writer!anon, you own the day! I love each and every of Arthur's snarky words, and of course Francis' comeback. Poor Manager~
Arthur how do you manage to keep all your tea utensils?! Does your suits have, like, secret compartments? XD
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Oh, if only you could see the grin on my face as I was reading this <3
I love the light-hearted writing style. Gives it the cracky feeling I was looking for xD
Thanks so much, writer-anon!
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