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[lolamerica]

[ US Airforce PT gear? America tucks his regulation shirt into his regulation shorts, unconsciously meticulous over each and every wrinkle with practiced skill. His shoes are tied perfectly, his hair combed back - hell, even his socks look ironed. Check. Briefs? America shifts around a little, and uhh - yeah, check! Watch? America quickly glances

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DON'T OH U ME YOUNG MAN also /sucks

[godsavetheu]

[ England awakens with a start, and promptly smacks his forehead on the headboard. A long, LONG string of curses follows as he rubs the afflicted area, then glancing angrily at his alarm clock. 4 a.m. ... 4 a.m. ]

.... FOUR IN THE DAMNED MORNING.

[ He tosses one of his pillows clumsily (he's still half asleep after all) at the other, then burrowing his head into the remaining one. This must be some joke after-all. It's too sodding early for this. He hasn't even gotten his morning tea yet. ]

[lolamerica]

CORRECTION~!

[ Easily side-stepping the probably ridiculously fancy pillow, America grins innocently at England smashing his head against the headboard his clock. ]

It's 0402!

OH U x 10000000000

[lolamerica]

[ Cue some OBNOXIOUS PRODDING. ]

C'mon, England! TIME'S A WASTING! UP, UP, UP!

[godsavetheu]

[ It is indeed ridiculously fancy and it's older than you so you'd best pick that up right now. England groans and buries his face harder into his pillow, mumbling (something that sounds suspiciously like wanker) and beating tiredly at America's prodding hand. ]

And why, exactly, did you deem it necessary to wake me at four a-- ahh, FOUR O' TWO A.M.?

[ I REFUSE TO GET UP. ]

[lolamerica]

[ HELL NO, that embroidered thing is probably covered in THE PLAGUE and SMELLS LIKE TEA and dude, that's gnarly (Also, wasn't that the one he used to drool on all the time as a colony--). America briefly ceases his poking to sit on the edge of the bed, if only to see if dust would float off the top of the covers. He's almost truly disappointed when nothing of the sort happens. Almost.

What. England is OLD, ok. ]

You said you wanted to work out, remember?

[lolamerica]

... or maybe you don't.

[lolamerica]

It's okay if you don't. I mean, you know. The years must be building up...

[godsavetheu]

[ HE WASHED IT AFTER THE PLAGUE, ALL RIGHT andmaybeitisthesame. England groans, vaguely remembering something about working out, but... ]

It's. Four. In the morning.

[godsavetheu]

... [ Something has hit him just now. America just called him old. ]

...

[ He pushes America off the bed. ]

[lolamerica]

Are you repeating yourself to help you remember, because there's medication for that now. I know your health care system's kinda weird, so -

[ FFF he stumbles back on his feet, and after a second of wobbling, crosses his arms. ]

ENGLAND! [ You know what, man, you just up and earned yourself some whining. ] Get up already!

FUCK YEAH WRONG ICON

[lolamerica]

C'MON! Get. UP!

[ Being the mature, powerhouse of a nation he is, America carefully applies his superb communication techniques in this situation. Mostly that means he climbs on the bed - with his knees touching the covers, alright, don't NAG - and BOBS UP AND DOWN; but there's diplomatic shoving and tugging as well. ]

/SPEEDY GONZALEZ obv also shitty rushed tag

[godsavetheu]

[ Oh god, you hate him, don't you- England uses his quilt as a sort of burrito wrapping (or alternatively cocoon) and rolls as close to the wall as he can. ANNOY ALL YOU WANT, he isn't getting out of bed. ]

*mumbled* I've paperwork to do later, alright? Sod off.