What's a Drabble again?
So, I got the 'drabbles' written for the two that asked. I seem to have gotten 'drabble' and 'oneshot' mixed up. As they are BOTH over 1,000 words. But here they are~
For sillyputtie :
The request:
US/UK 8D um, um... shopping together
You have them shopping together...and a bit extra that's just on there for fun.
Title: Shopping
Rating: G
Characers/Parings: America/England, Hero
Summary: America and Enland go shopping for dinner.
There were many kinds of tea in the world. Earl Gray, Black, Green, Iced, and England loved almost all of them. In fact, England wanted some right now. Unfortunately that was impossible. Why was it impossible? Because he was in an American supermarket. He was in an American supermarket with America himself. Why was he here? He couldn’t even figure it out anymore. He had shown up at America’s house...and then he was dragged to the supermarket. America had murmured something about needing to get ingredients for dinner...but America had everything to make burgers...which is what they would probably have. Though, at the moment America was looking at the candy section.
“Alfred...I thought we needed food for dinner...not sweets.” America looked at him like a kid with his hand caught in the candy jar.
“B-but...candy’s good!” England sighed.
“Alfred...dinner. Can you concentrate for a few moments?” America stuck his tongue out at England and moved along. England sighed, why America? What was he thinking when he fell for him? Oh, that’s right, he really wasn’t. He sighed as America grabbed a bag of chips.
“Alfred...we don’t need crisps.” America nodded.
“We do! And these are chips!” England looked at him, he was feeling a migraine coming on.
“Do we? Please, tell me why.” America looked to the shelves, still holding the chips.
“Just trust me. We need them.” England just sighed.
“Fine.” Why was America such a child? America gave him a big smile and continued to the freezer section, where he got a tub of chocolate ice cream. England raised an overly large eyebrow at it. America explained himself before England could say anything.
“I might need Ice cream!” England just sighed and let it go. He looked at the shopping list he had made, of things that America actually needed.
“I’m going to go get the things on this list...please don’t fill the cart up with junk food.” America brushed him off, sayings something about cereal. England nodded, walking off to find the bread aisle. Once he got there he grabbed a loaf of bread. He glanced at the list again, Milk and eggs. England went over to the dairy section and grabbed a gallon of milk (He refused to grab the chocolate milk, which America had written the list). He grabbed a carton of eggs, and then went to find the younger nation. He looked down the cereal aisle. No America. He looked around for a few moments before finding him looking at hamburger in the meat section. England walked over, looking at the cart as he did. America had gotten pop and cereal. The cereal he got, however, might as well have been ‘sugar coated sugar’.
“Alfred, don’t you think you’re too old for Lucky Charms?” He asked, surprising America, who quickly tuned to look at him.
“Arthur~ you’re never too old for fun!” America looked at England for a moment, “Well, you may be...but I’m not.” England glared at him. He wasn’t that old!
“Shut up, wanker.”
“Not while you’re around.” America retorted smugly. England’s face turned red.
“Let’s just get out of here!” America smiled and took England’s hand. He pushed the cart with one hand, while swinging his and England’s conjoined hands back and forth. England blushed as people stared at their...togetherness. He was still getting use to the fact that America was so open out their relationship. He would often run up to England and give him a kiss for no reason other then ‘I wanted to’. Though, if America wasn’t so spontaneous he wouldn’t be America. England squeezed America’s hand, and felt America squeeze back. America quickly leaned over and kissed England’s forehead (England cursed their height difference, because without it America probably would have gotten his lips). They then got to the check out counter. America only let go of his hand to pay, then he took England’s hand for his own again. America gathered up the bags with his free hand, and the two went back to America’s car (a flashy sports car, of course). Once the two got everything put away in the small trunk, they both got in. America turned on the radio and started driving back to his house.
“Riding up and down Broadway. On my old stud Leroy. And the girls say. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” The radio played loudly. England reached over and turned it off.
“Artie! I liked that song!” England looked at him.
“I can’t believe that song exists!” Ride a cowboy...if that’s what American youth were exposed today, then he was glad that his countrymen didn’t like that kind of music.
America sighed. “Fine, fine, I’ll play something else.” He turned on a different station.
“Shut up and put your money where your mouth is! That’s what you get for waking up in Vegas.” England turned it off again.
“Is there anything good on?” America frowned,
“Nothing you’d like, sir picky pants.”
“Name calling, really?” America shrugged. He glanced at their surroundings.
“We’re about back anyways...” He turned into his driveway and parked the car. He got out, and opened the trunk. England got out as well.
“Want me to carry anything?” America shook his head. England followed him up to the door. Once inside America set the groceries on the counter. He then turned to England.
“Out while I make dinner! Go play with Hero, or something!” He pushed England out of the kitchen...and into the clutches of Hero.
Hero was America’s dog. His name was actually ‘The awesome hero that saves the day!’, but it often got shortened to Hero, because America was lazy, and England refused to call a dog that. When Hero saw England he jumped on him, barking and wanting attention. England pet the dog, trying to calm him. Hero was a big dog. Neither England nor America knew what kind of dog he was. America had found him on the street as a puppy, and kept him. Eventually England made his way over to the couch. Hero jumped on it and lay down on his lap. England sighed and pet the dog with one hand, grabbing the remote with the other. About halfway though whatever show he was watching, America came out and said that dinner was ready. England sighed and moved Hero. Hamburgers...America always made hamburgers. When he got into the dinning room he didn’t see hamburgers...but he saw cooked fish and...crisps?
“Alfred...what is...?” America looked at him, almost excited.
“It’s fish and chips! It’s really big in England. So I made it for you!” England looked from the ‘fish and chips’ to America. He did try to cook for him.
“It’s... lovely Alfred.” He didn’t mention that his chips were what America would call fries...He sat down anyway. America was being sweet and trying to make him dinner. It was the least he could do.
“So...is this why we had to go to the store? To get cris-er chips?” America nodded.
“Wasn’t shopping together fun?” England looked at him and smiled a little.
“Yes, I guess it was.”
And for kisu_fu
The Request:
Us/Uk featuring PruCan? Like two of them stalking the other two or something ROFL
...I blame the movie "Lion King 1/2" for this one.
Title: Can you Feel the Love Tonight?
Rating: PG
Characters/Parings: PruCan, USUK
Summary: America thinks the world is like a Disney Moive....England is not happy.
England was in a bush. Why was he in a bush? Because America had come to his home, dragged him out, and all but threw him into said bush.
“Alfred, you have five seconds to explain why I’m in a bush.” America quickly started jabbering.
“Arhtur!Terribleshitandneedhelpnow!” England narrowed his eyes at the eager American.
“Slow down. Now, why did you drag me here?” America looked out from the bush before answering England.
“Well, Matthew, my brother...Canada, apparent has been with someone for some time now. He won’t tell me who it is...so we’re gonna find out!” England wanted to slap America.
“Alfred, just leave your brother alone. He can do what he wants.” America shook his head.
“I wanna make sure he’s good enough for....um...Matt!” England smacked America on the arm.
“You can’t even remember his name!”
“Well...don’t you wanna make sure it’s not France?” England’s eyes glazed over with hatred. America knew the France card would work. England heard footsteps coming toward them.
“Shut up and get down!” England said, pulling England so no one could see them. Canada better not have been with France! America smiled. He knew mentioning France would work.
“You didn’t have to hit that guy, eh?” It was Canada! America and England looked out and saw that, yes, Canada was walking their way. But he was not alone. He was with...hell no!
“Well, he shouldn’t have insulted the awesome me!” Prussia was walking with Canada. With his arm around Canada’s shoulders.
“Gilbert...he didn’t insult you.” America twitched. He did NOT just use Prussia’s real name! He opened his mouth to say something, but England covered his mouth.
“Not a word!” He hissed.
“He did too!” Prussia said, pulling Canada closer.
“He asked if you wanted butter on your popcorn...”
“Everyone should know that the awesome I likes butter....” Canada laughed.
“Gil, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard since I talked to Alfred this morning!” Prussia stuck his tongue out.
“Are you saying I’m an idiot, like America?” Canada looked at him,
“What are you gonna do if I say yes?” Prussia smirked.
“I’ll think of something...” Canada laughed back. Prussia and Canada continued to walk by, and were soon out of sight. England then moved his hand.
“Fuck no! This is not happening!” England sighed.
“I can’t say I’m too happy about it either...but what can we do?” England hoped America would see reason, and let him go home. But, no, he had to stay. He found out when America burst out his new plan.
“We can’t let them feel the love tonight!” England blinked.
“Alfred...isn’t that from one of your movies?” America turned pinkish.
“Disney is awesome! You can be the meerkat...or would you like to be the warthog?” England face palmed.
“First off, you’d be the warthog, because you never stop eating. And second off, are you suggesting we follow them around all day, and try to sabotage their date...because you’re comparing them to two lions from a Disney movie?” America smiled.
“Yes! Now let’s go!”
“You do remember how that turned out, right?” America though.
“Well...it’ll work for us!” England groaned.
“Why will it work for us?” America smiled and pulled him close.
“Because we’re dating and we know how to ruin a date!” England groaned as America dragged him off. Great, now he’d have to ruin Canada’s date while putting up with America. The two eventually caught up to Canada and Prussia. They were sitting by a lake, talking. America knew that Prussia was putting his poor little brother under a spell. So he perfected his plan.
“Do we have any rocks?” England looked around,
“There are some smalls ones right here...but I don’t see why rocks will help...” America looked around and picked up a big rock. America quickly tossed it at the couple then dived and hid under a bush, pulling England down after him. England looked at America.
“Alfred! Why did you throw that at them? It could hurt them!” America looked at him.
“It seemed like a good idea...” The two watched the rock fly at them. It hit Prussia in the back of the head and he fell into the water.
“What the fuck!” Prussia yelled, when he resurfaced. “What the fuck hit me?” Canada looked around and saw the rather large rock.
“A rock...but...how?” Prussia frowned.
“Do huge fucking rocks normally fall from the fucking sky?” Canada winced.
“I’m sorry...I don’t really know what happened...” Prussia growled,
“Just help me out of here!” America smiled. It was working! Now Prussia was mad, and would leave Canada! England frowned at America. They both watched as Canada offered a hand to Prussia. Prussia took it, a smirk flashed across his face as he tugged Canada into the water with him. When Canada got his head back above the water he glared at Prussia.
“What was that for?” Prussia snickered.
“I didn’t wanna be the only one that was all wet.” Canada tired not to smile.
“But now we’re both wet...” Prussia smiled. He then threw his arms around Canada, tackling him and dragging him under the water. Once they both resurfaced yet again Canada laughed and splashed water at Canada. America watched them as they had a water war.
“Damn! It just made them closer!” England rolled his eyes.
“Isn’t that what happened in the movie too?” America smacked England on the arm.
“Shut up! We’ll just have to try harder!
And try harder they did. After the water war, America once again tried throwing things at them...this time he tried ice cream. The bad thing was that he hit Canada in the face with it. The worse part? He had to see Prussia lick it off of Canada. America tried to get that image out of his head for the rest of the day. England groaned and complained, he didn’t’ want to be there! Actually, right then he’d rather drag America back to his house and do something to distract him. But America would rather try to ruin his brother’s relationship. England was annoyed after the ice cream incident, he was annoyed when America decided that unleashing bee’s was a good idea, but he was furious when America decided it was a good idea to follow the two back to Canada’s place.
“Alfred, no!” He said, “Just leave them alone...please!” It wasn’t often he’d actually ask.
“But Arthur~ I have to make sure nothing’s gonna happen!” He said, as he started climbing a tree outside Canada’s house. Said tree was close to a window, one that he could see in.
“Alfred...we both know what’s going on.” Did he really need to spell it out for America? He’d rather not...
“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” England growled, and started climbing up the tree to get America down.
“Stop saying you don’t know, you git!” Soon they were both in the tree, so they could be hidden, but still see the window. America was looking in, while England was trying to talk some sense into him.
“Bloody Hell America! Let’s get out of here!” He didn’t’ want to see Canada and Prussia...doing what he knew they’d be doing. His worst fears came true as America said,
“I see them!” England shut his eyes and counted to five in his head. Once he hit five, America started freaking out. He flared his arms, commenting on his lost innocence (England wanted to know what innocence he was talking about. America knew all about sex and was quite good in bed, if he did say so himself...not that he’d admit that to anyone else). America flared so much that they both feel out of the tree. Once they both hit the ground England was furious.
“You bloody git! You could have injured us both! I’d ask what you were thinking, but you don’t’ think!” America cringed.
“I just wanted to make sure Matt was safe...” England almost hit him.
“Can I just go home now?” His day couldn’t get worse. America grabbed his sleeve.
“Why don’t you come over tonight?” England pulled his arm away.
“I’m pretty fed up with you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that, England went back home, and soaked in a bath for the rest of the night. America, on the other hand, went back to his house and pouted.
And yes, the love was felt that night...a least it was for Prussia and Canada.