[SWEETHEARTS WEEK] ALL AROUND THE WORLD
There we go again. My third fanfic for the Sweethearts Week. Enjoy it.^^
„Please Iggy, pretty pretty please.“ America begged his partner. He even went as far as going down on his knees. “No way in hell git. And spare me those puppy-eyes. You’re not a child anymore.”
Was England’s resolute answer. He’d learned that it was better to be strict with America or else he would regret it later.
“Aw come on. I’m sure it will be a lot of fun.” Sadly the younger nation wasn’t one to give up easily. He clung to England’s leg, still whining. “Just this once. I always wanted to go there but Germany usually doesn’t invite me. England please.”
“I said no. End of discussion. I don’t see what’s so interesting about the Oktoberfest anyway.” The Brit huffed. He’d went there before and didn’t see what could be so special about it. Really, as if his festivals were so boring that he needed to cross the channel and that bearded bastard’s house in order to attend Germany’s festival. Germany’s of all people.
“But Iggy…they all say that the food is awesome. And I really want to try that beer he’s always bragging about.” England sighted deeply.
“You don’t even like beer. Not to mention that you can’t handle alcohol at all. I remember the last time where you…” By the time he had said those words the younger blond had stood up and covered his mouth.
“Don’t you dare start with this. How many times did I handle you while drunk, huh? Always whining about how ungrateful I am and things like that. But I never complained. And now you’re blaming me for getting drunk once.” America pouted. “That’s not fair at all.”
He had a point there, England had to admit.
“To hell with it…ok we can go. But I won’t let you go around and eat whatever you get between your greedy fingers.”
The older nation had wanted to say much more about this issue but America just hugged and kissed him happily. //Oh well…guess it won’t be too bad.//
England tried to tell himself, enjoying the other’s affectionate behaviour.
Two weeks later he found himself in Munich, right in the middle of one of the greatest festivals in the world, accompanied by his grinning lover.
“Ok one more time, why do you have to wear those ridiculous leather pants again?” England asked for what felt like the hundred time.
“Because that’s important. It gives you the right spirit. You should try it too. They aren’t too bad when you get used to it.”
“Oh really? That’s what they say about your cars too and I didn’t find any truth in that till now.”
Arthur said sarcastically and began to elbow his way to through the crowd.
The couple had only two more hours before they would meet up with Germany and some other nations that were invited. England could have face palmed himself. Now he remembered why he didn’t like this stupid festival. Too many people. And this year was worse than all the years before.
“Isn’t it awesome that we were invited to the 200 years anniversary? I mean, this is epic. I want something like that too.”
America beamed.
“You already have those. “ The Island nation tried to remind him. “I know. But not that big. I could build a theme park twice as big. Doesn’t that sound brilliant?”
The older passed on saying something about this “marvellous” plan and just shrugged to show that he’d heard but didn’t care.
A couple of minutes later they managed to get to the first takeaway America wanted to try.
And America wanted to try a lot. As soon as he’d finished the Bratwurst, they went on to Hendl (chicken), Schweinsbraten (roast pork), Schweinshaxe (grilled ham hock), Stekerlfisch (grilled fish on a stick), Brezn (Pretzel), Knödel (potato or bread dumplings), Kasspatzn (cheese noodles), Reiberdatchi (potato pancakes) and Sauerkraut.
By the end of those two hours England was sure that America would burst any minute, but apparently he felt well. The older nation could have thrown up just from looking at his lover devouring all those things. “You sure you don’t want any? This stuff is so good.”
America asked with some sweets in his right and some ice in the other hand.
“No thank you. I’ll wait for the beer.” The older nation refused, glad that they finally entered the tent where they were supposed to meet up with Germany and the others.
Luckily the host nation was found easily. Or rather his obnoxious brother. Prussia sure was a loud fella, especially after a couple of beer.
England had to admit that the beer really was delicious but he choose to ignore the prizes. That was daylight robbery he thought. But well, at least he wouldn’t get drunk this way.
Which he couldn’t say about his partner. America already gulped down his sixth glass of beer.
//I knew it was a stupid idea to leave him alone with Prussia.//
The Brit scolded himself. All he could do now was hoping that the American wouldn’t get into a fight and destroy the tent like last time when he took him out drinking in one of his Pubs.
On the other hand, the younger nation always got rather clingy while drunk which mostly let to a certain situation. Maybe leaving him with Prussia wasn’t the worst idea. It sure would be a great pleasure to free Alfred from those tight leather pants in the evening.
He hummed a little at that thought and continued to talk with Japan. Oh yeah, maybe attending to the Oktoberfest once in a while wasn’t too bad.
„Please Iggy, pretty pretty please.“ America begged his partner. He even went as far as going down on his knees. “No way in hell git. And spare me those puppy-eyes. You’re not a child anymore.”
Was England’s resolute answer. He’d learned that it was better to be strict with America or else he would regret it later.
“Aw come on. I’m sure it will be a lot of fun.” Sadly the younger nation wasn’t one to give up easily. He clung to England’s leg, still whining. “Just this once. I always wanted to go there but Germany usually doesn’t invite me. England please.”
“I said no. End of discussion. I don’t see what’s so interesting about the Oktoberfest anyway.” The Brit huffed. He’d went there before and didn’t see what could be so special about it. Really, as if his festivals were so boring that he needed to cross the channel and that bearded bastard’s house in order to attend Germany’s festival. Germany’s of all people.
“But Iggy…they all say that the food is awesome. And I really want to try that beer he’s always bragging about.” England sighted deeply.
“You don’t even like beer. Not to mention that you can’t handle alcohol at all. I remember the last time where you…” By the time he had said those words the younger blond had stood up and covered his mouth.
“Don’t you dare start with this. How many times did I handle you while drunk, huh? Always whining about how ungrateful I am and things like that. But I never complained. And now you’re blaming me for getting drunk once.” America pouted. “That’s not fair at all.”
He had a point there, England had to admit.
“To hell with it…ok we can go. But I won’t let you go around and eat whatever you get between your greedy fingers.”
The older nation had wanted to say much more about this issue but America just hugged and kissed him happily. //Oh well…guess it won’t be too bad.//
England tried to tell himself, enjoying the other’s affectionate behaviour.
Two weeks later he found himself in Munich, right in the middle of one of the greatest festivals in the world, accompanied by his grinning lover.
“Ok one more time, why do you have to wear those ridiculous leather pants again?” England asked for what felt like the hundred time.
“Because that’s important. It gives you the right spirit. You should try it too. They aren’t too bad when you get used to it.”
“Oh really? That’s what they say about your cars too and I didn’t find any truth in that till now.”
Arthur said sarcastically and began to elbow his way to through the crowd.
The couple had only two more hours before they would meet up with Germany and some other nations that were invited. England could have face palmed himself. Now he remembered why he didn’t like this stupid festival. Too many people. And this year was worse than all the years before.
“Isn’t it awesome that we were invited to the 200 years anniversary? I mean, this is epic. I want something like that too.”
America beamed.
“You already have those. “ The Island nation tried to remind him. “I know. But not that big. I could build a theme park twice as big. Doesn’t that sound brilliant?”
The older passed on saying something about this “marvellous” plan and just shrugged to show that he’d heard but didn’t care.
A couple of minutes later they managed to get to the first takeaway America wanted to try.
And America wanted to try a lot. As soon as he’d finished the Bratwurst, they went on to Hendl (chicken), Schweinsbraten (roast pork), Schweinshaxe (grilled ham hock), Stekerlfisch (grilled fish on a stick), Brezn (Pretzel), Knödel (potato or bread dumplings), Kasspatzn (cheese noodles), Reiberdatchi (potato pancakes) and Sauerkraut.
By the end of those two hours England was sure that America would burst any minute, but apparently he felt well. The older nation could have thrown up just from looking at his lover devouring all those things. “You sure you don’t want any? This stuff is so good.”
America asked with some sweets in his right and some ice in the other hand.
“No thank you. I’ll wait for the beer.” The older nation refused, glad that they finally entered the tent where they were supposed to meet up with Germany and the others.
Luckily the host nation was found easily. Or rather his obnoxious brother. Prussia sure was a loud fella, especially after a couple of beer.
England had to admit that the beer really was delicious but he choose to ignore the prizes. That was daylight robbery he thought. But well, at least he wouldn’t get drunk this way.
Which he couldn’t say about his partner. America already gulped down his sixth glass of beer.
//I knew it was a stupid idea to leave him alone with Prussia.//
The Brit scolded himself. All he could do now was hoping that the American wouldn’t get into a fight and destroy the tent like last time when he took him out drinking in one of his Pubs.
On the other hand, the younger nation always got rather clingy while drunk which mostly let to a certain situation. Maybe leaving him with Prussia wasn’t the worst idea. It sure would be a great pleasure to free Alfred from those tight leather pants in the evening.
He hummed a little at that thought and continued to talk with Japan. Oh yeah, maybe attending to the Oktoberfest once in a while wasn’t too bad.