Drabble dump~ 3!
You know the drill by now; little research, no links, character exploration and lulz only. <3
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"Inglaterra." Portugal finally sighed after tolerating a whole day of his husband's obsessive staring and distance. He stopped in the palace corridor to fix England with a pointed look. "What's wrong?"
England flushed slightly, raising his hands defensively. "Nothing! Nothing's wrong!" he claimed. Portugal stepped closer. England backed away. "Stop doing that."
"Doing what?" Gabriel smirked, backing Arthur into the wall where he continued to look nervous.
"You know exactly what- erk." the Iberian Nation's hands landed either side of England's head, trapping him. The blonde shrunk back. Had Portugal been a woman, he would have slapped Arthur for staring at his chest so blatantly. As it was, he was simply confused. He looked down. The only thing there was the metal cross he'd found with some of the old things Rome had given him and decided to wear today.
"Arthur, are you possessed by the devil?" He asked, concerned as to why his husband would cringe at the sight of the cross. He held it up. "Come out of him, devil, leave him alone!"
"I'm not possessed, Gabriel." Arthur muttered, though his eyes were fixed on that cross.
"Well then what is it?"
"That... is made of iron." England finally pointed out. "I'm going to be casting tonight, so I can't be tainted and for the love of Bess will you back off a tad?"
Portugal stepped back, looking slightly apologetic. "Pesaroso, meu amor. Though you know I don't like this witchcraft you practice."
England sighed in relief. "I know. Sometimes I don't either."
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The Doctor had been subjected to the exact same look many, many times over the long course of his life. He'd been through 11 different reactions to it too, from telling this young whippersnapper to stop looking down on his superiors, to offering him a jelly baby. Neither of those had gone down well. This time, he opted for sheepishness.
"Do you have any idea how big a headache your little ploy was for me?" the personification of England glared at him, arms folded. "Twenty minutes, I had that stupid voice playing over in my head. All of my news stations went down. Three hundred thousand letters, sent to the BBC and Number 10, demanding to know what was that all meant to be."
"It was either that or the world-"
"That's your excuse every single time!" England roared. "You can intimidate aliens and that lark in any other country in the world, just leave me alone for once!"
The Doctor kicked the ground, sending bits of the Nation's gravel driveway flying. "It's not my fault they end up here..."
Green eyes glared. "You're the Doctor, fix it!"
Amy leaned over to whisper to the Doctor. "Who the heck is he?"
"Er, he's the personification of a country. Specifically, England."
"... what."
"Hold on a jot, your new companion is Scottish." England interrupted.
"Er, yeah." Amy said, watching perplexed as England glanced nervously back into the house. A thudding sound began, rising to a rumble of footsteps until there was suddenly a very large, very red haired, very Scottish man in the doorway.
"What's this I hear about one o' my wee lasses goin' galavantin' off this the timelord?" he boomed, folding his arms like a disappointed parent. It was an alien feeling for Amy, to be looked at like she was being disobedient and yet with concern.
"James, it's really not our business-"
"It's my bloody business if she's still one o' mine." An accusing finger pointed at the Doctor. "Ye, Time Lord, if ye hurt her the same way ye did the others, I'll knock yer block off so hard yer'll never regenerate."
"Promise, not gonna do that." the Doctor hastily replied, grabbing Amy's elbow and edging back to where the TARDIS had crash-landed on the UK Household driveway. "Best be off, nice chatting with you, please don't caber toss me like last time."
"What last time?" Scotland asked. The Doctor paused.
"Oh blast, that hasn't... I've done it again haven't I?" Scotland left the front porch and started rolling up his sleeves with a nasty smile. "Bye!"
As the TARDIS roared into life, England yelled "AND DON'T COME BACK FOR CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR EITHER!"
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"It's left, turn left."
"Is not, look here, the sign says that it's on the second exit so I'll turn left then."
"No, trust me, this is my road, I know where it goes."
"I'd trust ye about as far as I can throw ye."
"Y'know, from the last time you tossed him off those cliffs I'd say that's pretty far."
"Shut up North."
"Great, you've missed both bloody exits."
"Well that's not my ruddy fault now is it?! If ye had just said it earlier instead of bein' a twat about it-!"
"Hey, if you'd listened to me then we could be there by now if we'd taken the shortcut I'd said!"
"I'm not driving through the fucking countryside if I can take the motorway!"
"Well it hasn't made any sodding difference because now we're late anyway!"
"Uh, we just missed the round-a-bout where we could have turned back."
"Shut up Wales."
"Where do you think you're driving to, Cornwall?"
"I cannae say, but anywhere's better than the A-bloody-51!"
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New stuff up.
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"Inglaterra." Portugal finally sighed after tolerating a whole day of his husband's obsessive staring and distance. He stopped in the palace corridor to fix England with a pointed look. "What's wrong?"
England flushed slightly, raising his hands defensively. "Nothing! Nothing's wrong!" he claimed. Portugal stepped closer. England backed away. "Stop doing that."
"Doing what?" Gabriel smirked, backing Arthur into the wall where he continued to look nervous.
"You know exactly what- erk." the Iberian Nation's hands landed either side of England's head, trapping him. The blonde shrunk back. Had Portugal been a woman, he would have slapped Arthur for staring at his chest so blatantly. As it was, he was simply confused. He looked down. The only thing there was the metal cross he'd found with some of the old things Rome had given him and decided to wear today.
"Arthur, are you possessed by the devil?" He asked, concerned as to why his husband would cringe at the sight of the cross. He held it up. "Come out of him, devil, leave him alone!"
"I'm not possessed, Gabriel." Arthur muttered, though his eyes were fixed on that cross.
"Well then what is it?"
"That... is made of iron." England finally pointed out. "I'm going to be casting tonight, so I can't be tainted and for the love of Bess will you back off a tad?"
Portugal stepped back, looking slightly apologetic. "Pesaroso, meu amor. Though you know I don't like this witchcraft you practice."
England sighed in relief. "I know. Sometimes I don't either."
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The Doctor had been subjected to the exact same look many, many times over the long course of his life. He'd been through 11 different reactions to it too, from telling this young whippersnapper to stop looking down on his superiors, to offering him a jelly baby. Neither of those had gone down well. This time, he opted for sheepishness.
"Do you have any idea how big a headache your little ploy was for me?" the personification of England glared at him, arms folded. "Twenty minutes, I had that stupid voice playing over in my head. All of my news stations went down. Three hundred thousand letters, sent to the BBC and Number 10, demanding to know what was that all meant to be."
"It was either that or the world-"
"That's your excuse every single time!" England roared. "You can intimidate aliens and that lark in any other country in the world, just leave me alone for once!"
The Doctor kicked the ground, sending bits of the Nation's gravel driveway flying. "It's not my fault they end up here..."
Green eyes glared. "You're the Doctor, fix it!"
Amy leaned over to whisper to the Doctor. "Who the heck is he?"
"Er, he's the personification of a country. Specifically, England."
"... what."
"Hold on a jot, your new companion is Scottish." England interrupted.
"Er, yeah." Amy said, watching perplexed as England glanced nervously back into the house. A thudding sound began, rising to a rumble of footsteps until there was suddenly a very large, very red haired, very Scottish man in the doorway.
"What's this I hear about one o' my wee lasses goin' galavantin' off this the timelord?" he boomed, folding his arms like a disappointed parent. It was an alien feeling for Amy, to be looked at like she was being disobedient and yet with concern.
"James, it's really not our business-"
"It's my bloody business if she's still one o' mine." An accusing finger pointed at the Doctor. "Ye, Time Lord, if ye hurt her the same way ye did the others, I'll knock yer block off so hard yer'll never regenerate."
"Promise, not gonna do that." the Doctor hastily replied, grabbing Amy's elbow and edging back to where the TARDIS had crash-landed on the UK Household driveway. "Best be off, nice chatting with you, please don't caber toss me like last time."
"What last time?" Scotland asked. The Doctor paused.
"Oh blast, that hasn't... I've done it again haven't I?" Scotland left the front porch and started rolling up his sleeves with a nasty smile. "Bye!"
As the TARDIS roared into life, England yelled "AND DON'T COME BACK FOR CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR EITHER!"
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"It's left, turn left."
"Is not, look here, the sign says that it's on the second exit so I'll turn left then."
"No, trust me, this is my road, I know where it goes."
"I'd trust ye about as far as I can throw ye."
"Y'know, from the last time you tossed him off those cliffs I'd say that's pretty far."
"Shut up North."
"Great, you've missed both bloody exits."
"Well that's not my ruddy fault now is it?! If ye had just said it earlier instead of bein' a twat about it-!"
"Hey, if you'd listened to me then we could be there by now if we'd taken the shortcut I'd said!"
"I'm not driving through the fucking countryside if I can take the motorway!"
"Well it hasn't made any sodding difference because now we're late anyway!"
"Uh, we just missed the round-a-bout where we could have turned back."
"Shut up Wales."
"Where do you think you're driving to, Cornwall?"
"I cannae say, but anywhere's better than the A-bloody-51!"
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New stuff up.