The Battle (for) Britain [1a/?]
anonymous
March 15 2010, 01:05:36 UTC
“Graham, would you kindly turn that rubbish down before I nick you in the gob?”
Scotland grinned widely, a deep laugh rumbling in his throat as he reached down to tap the volume knob, turning the car radio down a single notch. “There, it’s down,” he said, tauntingly, his smile deceivingly pleasant. Northern Ireland, in the back seat, looked unamused, reaching forward to turn it down herself only to be slapped away by her brother.
“My car, my rules,” he said.
“Yr Alban,” Wales murmured quietly from the passenger seat, his thumb pointing absently in the other direction. “I think you missed the turn.”
“Let ‘im drive around again,” Northern Ireland cawed from the back seat, sitting back with her arms crossed. “It’s not like we even want to go.”
Scotland huffed from the front, looking in the rearview mirror for the turn he had in fact missed and turning the wheel to steer them sharply down a side-street. Northern Ireland shrieked as she was thrown across the back seat.
The Battle (for) Britain [1b/?]
anonymous
March 15 2010, 01:07:53 UTC
“England,” Northern Ireland said from the doorway, darkly as well, her eyes trained dangerously on America’s wobbly form. “You have ten seconds, or the lad gets worse than a bloody nose.”
“Siobhan, I swear to God, if you touch him-”
“Nine seconds.”
“H-h’es-he’s over for the weekend, you slapper! All right? If you would kindly let me up, brother, I would be better willing to explain
( ... )
Re: The Battle (for) Britain [1c/?]
anonymous
March 16 2010, 06:48:47 UTC
Oh, UK brothers. You are all so violent to each other. I really love your take on Scotland, N. Ireland and Wales, especially the personal touches when they're speaking in their own languages/dialects? <-- doesn't really know the difference, but appreciates them =D
America, the sweet Irish girl would happily scratch your eyes out. *hugs him* I hope he manages to hold his own.
And I don't fancy being one of the other UK siblings when England gets down and serious, if he's already out breaking noses. Then again, three on one.
Fantastic start, author!anon. I really look forward to seeing more! =DDDDDD
Re: The Battle (for) Britain [1c/?]
anonymous
March 21 2010, 05:40:52 UTC
YES A FILL FOR THIS. Excellent start so far. I find it absolutely hilarious that America was the the only civilized one here. I'm trying to find sympathy for England, but I'm really finding way too much amusement in his predictament.
OP (finally!) here
anonymous
March 20 2010, 07:39:34 UTC
Hey guys, sorry about showing up just now, but I have been very busy with school and work, so I hadn't been able to stop by these days, but I finally had a little time today.
Author-anon, you have just made me immensely happy with your fill! I liked the way you described England's brothers (and sister), all so protective of England in their own ways(loved Wales, by the way!). I also liked that England stood his ground and even fought Scotland when he started to hit America, after all he IS a very strong character, he wouldn't just let his siblings walk all over him.
And poor America, kicked out of his lovers house when he was invited in the fist place! The worst thing is, this is only the top of the iceberg, it's just about to get worse.
Author-anon, thank you so much and please continue soon, I'm very eager to know what othe thins you're planning for this fill. Well done!!
I'm not stalking either of them. Nope. Why would you think that? I don't think they're both FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE AND CHECKING IF THEY'VE UPDATED LIKE EVERYDAY. Nuh-uh.
If it didn't come through that I love both of the fills, I absolutely do. <3
The Battle (for) Britain [2a/?]
anonymous
May 9 2010, 00:05:15 UTC
America woke long before the suns rays tinted the clouded sky, and he had to look around for a long moment before he remembered where he was. The sweet thought of being in bed with England beside him left a dull ache as it fled.
The first of his movements made him immediately aware that his nose had been bleeding again, and he cursed as he wiped it with the back of his hand, and the action reminded him of his sore cheek, which throbbed when he touched it.
The thunderstorms hadn’t stopped until long after midnight, and though he was a hero and was not afraid of thunderstorms, the noise did not make falling asleep any easier. His eyes were slightly sore from a lack of being closed
( ... )
The Battle (for) Britain [3b/?]
anonymous
May 11 2010, 00:51:45 UTC
England fantasized.
He could go down and begin a fistfight with those three arsewipes-Scotland would be the challenge, being almost double England’s weight, but Wales had never been a fighter, and Northern Ireland had a weak knee that he knew he could take advantage of if he needed to. But he was very nearly weak with hunger now-having refused to risk going to the kitchen lest he need to put up with seeing those wankers again-and two hours of sleep could only get a bloke so far in a three-to-one matchup.
He could crawl down the drainpipe and make a break for it-he had been a delinquent, after all, and had broken out of far worse places than his own house-but he didn’t even know where America was, and the dolt wasn’t picking up his mobile.
He could go down and demonstrate to them just how far up their arses his foot could really go if he gave it a good old college try, but that would inevitably result in his first option becoming reality, and he wasn’t exactly up for dealing with that
( ... )
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Scotland grinned widely, a deep laugh rumbling in his throat as he reached down to tap the volume knob, turning the car radio down a single notch. “There, it’s down,” he said, tauntingly, his smile deceivingly pleasant. Northern Ireland, in the back seat, looked unamused, reaching forward to turn it down herself only to be slapped away by her brother.
“My car, my rules,” he said.
“Yr Alban,” Wales murmured quietly from the passenger seat, his thumb pointing absently in the other direction. “I think you missed the turn.”
“Let ‘im drive around again,” Northern Ireland cawed from the back seat, sitting back with her arms crossed. “It’s not like we even want to go.”
Scotland huffed from the front, looking in the rearview mirror for the turn he had in fact missed and turning the wheel to steer them sharply down a side-street. Northern Ireland shrieked as she was thrown across the back seat.
“What the bloody fuck, Albain ( ... )
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“Siobhan, I swear to God, if you touch him-”
“Nine seconds.”
“H-h’es-he’s over for the weekend, you slapper! All right? If you would kindly let me up, brother, I would be better willing to explain ( ... )
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I lol'd here. Even in awkward situations, America holds fast to his can't-read-atmosphere-ness values. :)
I also gaped at the fact that England starting beating up Scotland. O.O Way to go Iggy! Show the fandom that you're not some defenseless uke! >:D
This fill is going to be good, I just know it. :)
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America, the sweet Irish girl would happily scratch your eyes out. *hugs him* I hope he manages to hold his own.
And I don't fancy being one of the other UK siblings when England gets down and serious, if he's already out breaking noses. Then again, three on one.
Fantastic start, author!anon. I really look forward to seeing more! =DDDDDD
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Poor America though. X)
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This anon is eagerly awaiting more.
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Author-anon, you have just made me immensely happy with your fill! I liked the way you described England's brothers (and sister), all so protective of England in their own ways(loved Wales, by the way!). I also liked that England stood his ground and even fought Scotland when he started to hit America, after all he IS a very strong character, he wouldn't just let his siblings walk all over him.
And poor America, kicked out of his lovers house when he was invited in the fist place! The worst thing is, this is only the top of the iceberg, it's just about to get worse.
Author-anon, thank you so much and please continue soon, I'm very eager to know what othe thins you're planning for this fill. Well done!!
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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=39030937#t39030937
I'm not stalking either of them. Nope. Why would you think that? I don't think they're both FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE AND CHECKING IF THEY'VE UPDATED LIKE EVERYDAY. Nuh-uh.
If it didn't come through that I love both of the fills, I absolutely do. <3
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The first of his movements made him immediately aware that his nose had been bleeding again, and he cursed as he wiped it with the back of his hand, and the action reminded him of his sore cheek, which throbbed when he touched it.
The thunderstorms hadn’t stopped until long after midnight, and though he was a hero and was not afraid of thunderstorms, the noise did not make falling asleep any easier. His eyes were slightly sore from a lack of being closed ( ... )
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He could go down and begin a fistfight with those three arsewipes-Scotland would be the challenge, being almost double England’s weight, but Wales had never been a fighter, and Northern Ireland had a weak knee that he knew he could take advantage of if he needed to. But he was very nearly weak with hunger now-having refused to risk going to the kitchen lest he need to put up with seeing those wankers again-and two hours of sleep could only get a bloke so far in a three-to-one matchup.
He could crawl down the drainpipe and make a break for it-he had been a delinquent, after all, and had broken out of far worse places than his own house-but he didn’t even know where America was, and the dolt wasn’t picking up his mobile.
He could go down and demonstrate to them just how far up their arses his foot could really go if he gave it a good old college try, but that would inevitably result in his first option becoming reality, and he wasn’t exactly up for dealing with that ( ... )
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