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hellzabethStole the idea from Cande, did nothing quite so awesome with it though. Instead, have mini-drabbles. And hey, it's almost a meme, so feel free to do this kind of thing yourself! The Love Tropes list is here!
Pairing: USENG
Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
"Argh! I want to wring his little neck, that utter idiot!" England raged, then blew into a tissue. Wales, similarly struck down with a cold, otherwise known as the Recession, passed him another one.
"Why don't you just stop talking to him and try hanging out with the EU more like your Boss has been telling you to?" He said drly, nursing a cup of hot tea. England paused in his ranting and frowned, looking away.
"... yeah. I could..." he started, mumbling. "But that idiot would just hurt himself! And make everything worse!"
Wales sighed.
Don't you dare pity me.
The rain thundered down all around them, turning the ground to a muddy mess. It was there that England knelt, shoulders jerking in uneven sobs as he buried his face in his hands. The bayonet soaked up the mud at his side, unfired and abandoned. America watched his now former coloniser break down, and felt the bonds that tied them together weaken and break.
"England..." he said, but didn't move yet. "At least... get up." The other Nation still didn't move, and America's hand reached forward--
It was harshly smacked away by England's own gloved hand, watery eyes glaring anger and resentment and hate at him, an expression he'd never been subjected to before. "Don't you dare pity me." he snarled, struggling up from the mud. "I don't need you. I don't need you or your fucking pity. You're not sorry. Just go."
In the rain at York town, the last bond snapped.
Everyone can see it.
"For god's sake, you look like an awful scruff." England grumbled, straightening America's tie for him. Alfred pouted and wiggled out of his grip.
"I'm not a little kid, Iggy, geez."
"And your glasses are askew, and did you eat a proper breakfast this morning?"
"Yeah I-"
"A McMuffin doesn't count."
"Uh..."
Hungary turned to Japan with a despairing look. "Is it me? Am I the only one that sees it? Are my slash goggles on too tight?"
Japan patted her comfortingly on the shoulder. "No no, Hungary-san, everyone sees it but them."
Incest is relative and Not Blood Siblings AND technically Parental Incest.
"So, ye're tellin' me," Scotland slurred slightly, pointing at England. "Tha' ye're concerned over datin' Al because he's sorta yer technical son."
"Uhuh." England mumbled, face down on the bar.
"After all th' rapin' an' pilagin' an' slave tradin' an' piracy an' illegal happenin's, what yer worried about is this?"
"...yeah."
Scotland sighed, taking another drink. "Think o' it this way; Finland found 'im first."
"And?"
"Aaaaand tha' means he's Finland's kid, not yers."
"But--"
"Tha', and ev'ryone's related to ev'ryone else anyway, what with immigration an' all." he smacked Arthur on the back hard enough to make him choke on his drink. "Jus' drink up, Artie, I'm sure it'll be less o' an issue if ye do."
One head taller.
England looked up.
And kept looking up.
And frowned.
"What?" America blinked, confused. "What'd I do now?"
England blushed, silently fuming, until a solution was found by grabbing America's necktie and dragging him down for a kiss on the cheek.
Situational sexuality.
"Hey Iggy!" Alfred- ah, Alice pouted, folding her arms and frowning. "How come this keeps happening, huh?"
"What?" Arthur asked, a little distracted by what folding her arms made Alice's chest do. "You're the one that played with my wand."
Alice pulled a face. "Gross. No, I mean, does your magic, which is totally not real by the way, have some sort of default setting?"
"Ah, no, it just... does what I want it to."
"Hmmmmm..." finally, Alice followed Arthur's line of sight to her chest and gasped. "Iggy, I thought you were gay!"
"W-WHAT?!" Arthur blurted, reeling backwards and staring at America.
"I mean, you love me, America, right?"
"Well of course-"
"And usually I'm a guy, right?"
"I don't see what that-"
"Are you trying to tell me something here?!" she pointed to her chest, an indication Arthur didn't really need. "Because seriously, if this relationship is gonna work you have to tell me!"
England sighed. "Look, America, I love you for being you, no matter what gender you happen to be. If you're a man, you're a man, and if you're a woman, you're a woman. It's you I'm in love with, not your gender."
America blinked, then blushed slightly. "I... think that might have been the most romantic thing you've said in a long time..." she looked incredibly cute like that, looking at the ground with her ears tinged pink. Arthur had to restrain himself. "... are you going to change me back, though?"
"... how about we have some fun first?"
Will add Eng/Port later. Sleepytimes now.
Pairing: USENG
Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
"Argh! I want to wring his little neck, that utter idiot!" England raged, then blew into a tissue. Wales, similarly struck down with a cold, otherwise known as the Recession, passed him another one.
"Why don't you just stop talking to him and try hanging out with the EU more like your Boss has been telling you to?" He said drly, nursing a cup of hot tea. England paused in his ranting and frowned, looking away.
"... yeah. I could..." he started, mumbling. "But that idiot would just hurt himself! And make everything worse!"
Wales sighed.
Don't you dare pity me.
The rain thundered down all around them, turning the ground to a muddy mess. It was there that England knelt, shoulders jerking in uneven sobs as he buried his face in his hands. The bayonet soaked up the mud at his side, unfired and abandoned. America watched his now former coloniser break down, and felt the bonds that tied them together weaken and break.
"England..." he said, but didn't move yet. "At least... get up." The other Nation still didn't move, and America's hand reached forward--
It was harshly smacked away by England's own gloved hand, watery eyes glaring anger and resentment and hate at him, an expression he'd never been subjected to before. "Don't you dare pity me." he snarled, struggling up from the mud. "I don't need you. I don't need you or your fucking pity. You're not sorry. Just go."
In the rain at York town, the last bond snapped.
Everyone can see it.
"For god's sake, you look like an awful scruff." England grumbled, straightening America's tie for him. Alfred pouted and wiggled out of his grip.
"I'm not a little kid, Iggy, geez."
"And your glasses are askew, and did you eat a proper breakfast this morning?"
"Yeah I-"
"A McMuffin doesn't count."
"Uh..."
Hungary turned to Japan with a despairing look. "Is it me? Am I the only one that sees it? Are my slash goggles on too tight?"
Japan patted her comfortingly on the shoulder. "No no, Hungary-san, everyone sees it but them."
Incest is relative and Not Blood Siblings AND technically Parental Incest.
"So, ye're tellin' me," Scotland slurred slightly, pointing at England. "Tha' ye're concerned over datin' Al because he's sorta yer technical son."
"Uhuh." England mumbled, face down on the bar.
"After all th' rapin' an' pilagin' an' slave tradin' an' piracy an' illegal happenin's, what yer worried about is this?"
"...yeah."
Scotland sighed, taking another drink. "Think o' it this way; Finland found 'im first."
"And?"
"Aaaaand tha' means he's Finland's kid, not yers."
"But--"
"Tha', and ev'ryone's related to ev'ryone else anyway, what with immigration an' all." he smacked Arthur on the back hard enough to make him choke on his drink. "Jus' drink up, Artie, I'm sure it'll be less o' an issue if ye do."
One head taller.
England looked up.
And kept looking up.
And frowned.
"What?" America blinked, confused. "What'd I do now?"
England blushed, silently fuming, until a solution was found by grabbing America's necktie and dragging him down for a kiss on the cheek.
Situational sexuality.
"Hey Iggy!" Alfred- ah, Alice pouted, folding her arms and frowning. "How come this keeps happening, huh?"
"What?" Arthur asked, a little distracted by what folding her arms made Alice's chest do. "You're the one that played with my wand."
Alice pulled a face. "Gross. No, I mean, does your magic, which is totally not real by the way, have some sort of default setting?"
"Ah, no, it just... does what I want it to."
"Hmmmmm..." finally, Alice followed Arthur's line of sight to her chest and gasped. "Iggy, I thought you were gay!"
"W-WHAT?!" Arthur blurted, reeling backwards and staring at America.
"I mean, you love me, America, right?"
"Well of course-"
"And usually I'm a guy, right?"
"I don't see what that-"
"Are you trying to tell me something here?!" she pointed to her chest, an indication Arthur didn't really need. "Because seriously, if this relationship is gonna work you have to tell me!"
England sighed. "Look, America, I love you for being you, no matter what gender you happen to be. If you're a man, you're a man, and if you're a woman, you're a woman. It's you I'm in love with, not your gender."
America blinked, then blushed slightly. "I... think that might have been the most romantic thing you've said in a long time..." she looked incredibly cute like that, looking at the ground with her ears tinged pink. Arthur had to restrain himself. "... are you going to change me back, though?"
"... how about we have some fun first?"
Will add Eng/Port later. Sleepytimes now.
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Date: 2010-04-30 01:43 pm (UTC)Oh no, not tvtropes. I'll be on that website for hours now...It's way too addicting.
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Date: 2010-04-30 08:37 pm (UTC)sooo cute! I love these, they're great.
But Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh, TV Tropes, I've only just escaped from it, and now I'm linked again! Damn you Lizzy!
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Date: 2010-05-01 11:00 pm (UTC)