Suddenly, an explosion of Falklands.
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hellzabethI... can't really explain this. >> I was looking at Falkland Islands' wiki page and... yeah.
Oh Falklands, with all those people fighting over you, it's no wonder you became a little egocentric.Wales spreads the sheep-love gene once more. He's got something boarding on an inferiority complex, certainly in comparisons to other colonies, since he never really grew anything or had anything interesting. The oil's made him more confident in himself, but he's overcompensating now.
And the hair curl is sentient. Sentieeeeeeeent. And represents the Jason Islands.
Now for a drabble;
“England, come on.” America tried again, but only got a vicious glare for his trouble. “You said you’d quit!”
“And I did!” England yelled, livid and desperately clinging to the all he had left. Falklands looked between the two of them, but kept his arms wrapped around England’s waist. “I’ve not conquered anyone in over 50 years!”
America sighed. “Yeah, but you’re meant to give up the ones you did conquer-”
“You will have to pry this one out of my cold. Dead. Hands.” the former-empire snarled, teeth bared and eyes flashing like a lion protecting it’s last cub. “Argentina couldn’t do it. Spain couldn’t do it. And by god, America, if you try anything I’ll-”
“Woah, okay, okay!” Alfred held up his hands defensively. “I’m only trying to help you quit Iggy. You can’t support them with your economy like it is.”
“I don’t see why you use plurals; I gave back Hong Kong.” Came the bitter mutter. Alfred pouted, resisting the urge to groan. Why did Arthur always have to blame him for everything? His former-coloniser’s voice turned desperate. “Just let me keep the one, please. I can’t just- just…” Falkland’s wriggled slightly in England’s over-tight grip. “He’s still only a child, Alfred, look at him.”
Falklands, by some country’s standards, would probably be considered an adult, looking just past 14. He wasn’t innocent like a child, no Nation was, but he still stared at America like he was the monster in the closet.
Alfred tried one more time. “This is the last one, England, if you let him go you’ll be finally clean.”
England simply spat something in an ancient language Alfred didn’t understand, and all of a sudden the taller Nation found himself suspended upside-down in the air. “Woah! Gah! Ahh, put me down!”
The magician glared green hate at him, and the invisible force carried him backwards, out of the house and into the rainy afternoon outside, finally depositing him in a puddle next to his car.
“Oww…”
Canada stood next to the car with his umbrella. “Better luck next year, Al. He’ll let go eventually.”
And now some other stuff.
Doodles on my notes. Syria and Jordan, for no reason, and I apparently ship it. >>;;; what the hell me.
For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lovelylurker, since she guessed the whole "Poland barges in with pink tanks" thing. Note to self, stop being predictable.
The little chibi in the corner is holding a kolkolkol bomb, something that sprung from a conversation withkatamanda haha.
And that's all for tonight. *goes to bed*
Oh Falklands, with all those people fighting over you, it's no wonder you became a little egocentric.
And the hair curl is sentient. Sentieeeeeeeent. And represents the Jason Islands.
Now for a drabble;
“England, come on.” America tried again, but only got a vicious glare for his trouble. “You said you’d quit!”
“And I did!” England yelled, livid and desperately clinging to the all he had left. Falklands looked between the two of them, but kept his arms wrapped around England’s waist. “I’ve not conquered anyone in over 50 years!”
America sighed. “Yeah, but you’re meant to give up the ones you did conquer-”
“You will have to pry this one out of my cold. Dead. Hands.” the former-empire snarled, teeth bared and eyes flashing like a lion protecting it’s last cub. “Argentina couldn’t do it. Spain couldn’t do it. And by god, America, if you try anything I’ll-”
“Woah, okay, okay!” Alfred held up his hands defensively. “I’m only trying to help you quit Iggy. You can’t support them with your economy like it is.”
“I don’t see why you use plurals; I gave back Hong Kong.” Came the bitter mutter. Alfred pouted, resisting the urge to groan. Why did Arthur always have to blame him for everything? His former-coloniser’s voice turned desperate. “Just let me keep the one, please. I can’t just- just…” Falkland’s wriggled slightly in England’s over-tight grip. “He’s still only a child, Alfred, look at him.”
Falklands, by some country’s standards, would probably be considered an adult, looking just past 14. He wasn’t innocent like a child, no Nation was, but he still stared at America like he was the monster in the closet.
Alfred tried one more time. “This is the last one, England, if you let him go you’ll be finally clean.”
England simply spat something in an ancient language Alfred didn’t understand, and all of a sudden the taller Nation found himself suspended upside-down in the air. “Woah! Gah! Ahh, put me down!”
The magician glared green hate at him, and the invisible force carried him backwards, out of the house and into the rainy afternoon outside, finally depositing him in a puddle next to his car.
“Oww…”
Canada stood next to the car with his umbrella. “Better luck next year, Al. He’ll let go eventually.”
And now some other stuff.
Doodles on my notes. Syria and Jordan, for no reason, and I apparently ship it. >>;;; what the hell me.
For
lovelylurker, since she guessed the whole "Poland barges in with pink tanks" thing. Note to self, stop being predictable.The little chibi in the corner is holding a kolkolkol bomb, something that sprung from a conversation with
katamanda haha.And that's all for tonight. *goes to bed*
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Date: 2010-04-25 04:08 pm (UTC)I wish I had more useful things to offer other than saying, "baw cute boy ♥" and, "lol in Soviet Russia notes read you lol lol" but I don't. And I'm feeling rather uncreative today, apologies.
Still. I like what I see. Heh. 8D;
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Date: 2010-04-25 05:54 pm (UTC)Naw, I appreciate comments large and small~ <3 You'll do nothing to deflate Falkland's ego saying that though. XD And the eyes thing... I doodle eyes all over my notes for literally no reason. So my notes read me as I read them.
Hope to keep pleasing~ <3
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Date: 2010-04-25 06:18 pm (UTC)Although, I have to admit, I feel at little naked now that I am no longer 'anon'. /sillinessIf I only had seen your cute doodles a few weeks ago when we still talked about the rise and fall of the British Empire and the Falkland Isles in school, my grin would have looked a lot more idiotic than it already did.
I've been following Family Ties since part 1 and so far I have been more than pleased. I'm positive you'll continue to do so in the future. 8)
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Date: 2010-04-25 06:23 pm (UTC)*examines you closely with x-ray goggles*Oh man, the amount of idiotic grins that Hetalia brings to my face when I'm in my English Language class and we're doing "Global English". People must think we're insane, giggling at nothing.
Woah, long time lurker then. Gee, I feel all blushy now. <3333
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Date: 2010-04-25 07:12 pm (UTC)Aha! So that's why I'm feeling all naked and vulnerable. Sicko."Global English?" Applied to Hetaliaverse this sounds so wrong as in mass orgy or something.
It must be your x-raying me that puts such dirty thoughts into my mind.You bet they do. And it's not just limited to classes, at least where I am concerned. I'm currently reading Stephen Clarke's "A Year in the Merde" and it's full of FrUK-ish moments. Like, 'I could see the headlines: Englishman deported for mild sexual harassment of French civil servant. 'Britain must leave the European Union,' demands President Chirac, 'we French are the ones who sexually harass people, not you.' Ah, Hetalia. Makes everything so muchcrackierfunnier.Ha ha! Shouldn't you rather feel creeped out? :D
/talking your ear off
THERE WAS NO HTML FAIL.
Date: 2010-04-25 08:55 pm (UTC)I can see aaaaaall. In fact I'm right behind you. Right. Now.I know right? Hence the grinning. Man you should see the state of my notes, I am so glad my teacher doesn't look over my shoulder because we were doing the use of English in India the other day and DAMN. Lol well, Hetalia makes everything about 1000x more amusing than it already was. Watching comedic satire about countries makes me lol so hard I can't even.
Dude, I am so far beyond the creeped out stage of internet browsing. Rather, aren't you creeped out by me? I am a tad bit creepy.
/stitches ear back on and replies in kind
IT WAS THE FAE. I SAW THEM.
Date: 2010-04-26 04:41 pm (UTC)Oh so this explains the strange sensation of feeling exposed I experienced this night. Say, do you do that often?Right on! And now that we finally got a comedic satire about countries I keep wondering why nobody had such an idea before. Or perhaps someone had and I am simply ignorant. I am even looking forward to World Cup 2010 all of a sudden.
No~ way! A Tad Creepy is totally my kind of thing, you know. I'm all for A Tad Creepy and even for A Little More Than A Tad Creepy and last but not least A Bunch of Creepy.
/wait, you can't just stitch it back after it's fallen off. That's against the rules. That's cheating.
THOSE SNEAKY FAE
Date: 2010-04-26 04:56 pm (UTC)Constantly. With cameras sometimes.I think they did, what with Uncle Sam and Britannia and Marianne, but nothing like Hetalia, where it's more just jokes. Oh dude, they recently released crisps in the UK with national flavors. I got Yorkshire Pudding and Beef flavor as well as Cheeseburger flavor.
Good because I can be all of those. >>
/I have the cheat codes for life. Haha.