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hellzabethCande's request: Scotia/Gallia + Albion.
The bushes and brambles scratched Albion's legs and the rocks made him stumble, but the fae dragged him by the arm and the hem of his clothing forward. They were upset for some reason, screeching about an intruder that smelled like iron and those men with crosses that tried to kill them. He could have used the roads Rome gave him, which were much straighter, but the fae refused to travel them. Still, they pulled him ever northwards.
The Wall came into sight, and Albion finally dug in his heels.
No way, oh no no no, he was not going over The Wall. Scotia would kill him. Dead.
But the high, tinkling bells that were the voices of the fae became even more insistent, babbling that it was just over the wall, that's all, just a little further.
Steeling himself, Albion ran through the gateway.
Instant the feeling of alien land made him choke, much more that this was land that didn't want him there. He didn't like not being on what was his land. He had very little power here. Why did the fae think he could help?
He kept running, though he was sure that any second now Scotia and a thousand of his men would jump out from behind a craggy peak or a scraggly bush and chase him home or worse. But as night fell, nothing happened, and Albion kept running.
His older brother had rather enjoyed taking over the castles Rome left on his ill-fated attempt at taking over. While there were scorch marks on the sides, there was dim light from inside, and the sounds of men drinking in good cheer. The little Nation crept around the back, letting himself in a side door. He knew Rome's castles well; it helped that their layout more often than not was rigidly copied from one to the other.
Casting a mild glamor on himself, he tip-toed as quietly as he could through the mess hall to the stairs. Up and up he climbed, until the fae grabbed his hair, stopping him in front of a door.
"W-w-what are you-"
That was Scotia's voice. But he'd never heard him so... flustered. Or mildly terrified.
"Aw, come on, it's not going to hurt..."
A feeling like his stomach had turned to lead took over the little blonde. Gallia, that toady little bastard son of Rome. That's what the Fae had meant.
The second he had spoken, the faeries had screamed indignantly and the gnomes and sprites yelled obscenities. Of course, Gallia couldn't hear them, not since he'd taken Rome's new "one god" religion, but Scotia-
"What the hell was that?"
Deciding he was found already, Albion kicked open the already ajar door.
The scene he found, however, was unexpected.
Gallia, in a rather feminine pink robe, was sitting, nay, straddling his oldest brother on his bed, the ribbons in his hair coming undone. There was one tied to the end of one of Scotia's plaits, a stark contrast to orange-brown hair, as well as his extremely red face. Gallia seemed rather surprised at the intrusion, and then a little miffed.
"Go away, you." he said snootily. Albion felt his face flush.
"The hell are ye doin' here, runt?"
"I-I was going to save you." and the second it was out of his mouth, he knew he'd just said something stupid. Scotia sat up with an angry glare, forcing Gallia to sit back a little in his lap. The European toad simply slung his arms over Scotia's shoulders, locking his fingers behind his neck.
"I don't need savin' from the likes o' you." he growled, which was slightly less menacing thanks to the bow in his hair, but the younger boy was intimidated regardless. He stopped himself from taking an involuntary step back.
"The fae told me to!" he defended, but this made Gallia tut disapprovingly.
"You shouldn't listen to little demons you know, Britannia."
The name made his stomach churn. Scotia's face went from enraged to disgusted. Memories lingered between them, the stabbing, building the wall, burning the villages to watch his brother bleed in kind.
"Besides," and Gallia pressed his lips to Scotia's cheek. "I'm no threat."
Despite how he should have been enjoying the flustered and embarrassed look on his older brother's face at that moment, rage bubbled up and took over. "I thought your God forbid lies!" Albion shouted, fists clenched. "I hope he strikes you both down!"
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Nena's request: El Dorado with Portugal and Spain. (Video link here, scene starts at 2:03
"Your dice are loaded!" shouted the rather stout and intimidating man. Spain and Portugal backed up slightly, glancing at each other. Looks of "this is all your fault" were exchanged, before a plan was decided upon by mutual agreement that if they wanted to get out of this they were going to have to use some Iberian flare.
"You gave me loaded dice!" accused Portugal, pointing at his brother with a betrayed look. A clang sounded as he bumped into one of his brother's many city guards. They, of course, had no idea who the Nations were, so Gabriel simply looked imploringly at the soldier and cried again "He gave me loaded dice! Guard, arrest him!"
Spain, catching on to the plot, fought down a grin. "You dare to impude my honor?!" he proclaimed in a melodramatic tone. "He was the one who was cheating! Arrest him!" And in a gesture that Portugal thought was a little uncalled for, he pushed him back. "He tricked these sailors and took their money!"
"Oh, now I'm the theif?"
"Yes!"
He swung his brother round and made him look in a nearby soldier's reflective chestplate."Look in the mirror, irmão!"
People were staring as Antonio started looking around with a gleam in his eye that made Portugal start looking for potential weapons too. "You'd better give them that money back or I'll-" he snatched a soldier's sword from it's sheath. "Enguard!"
Grinning, Portugal replied. "Enguard yourself, I shall give you the honor of a quick and painless death!" He grabbed the nearest sword to hand, brandishing it at his sibling.
... this was a rather unimpressive dagger. "But not with that." he hastily added, grabbing the actual sword he'd meant to. "We shall fight fairly!"
Iron hissed as the two blades clashed, locking at the handguards. The two Iberian Nations circled, neither letting up, playful menace sparking in their olive eyes. Spain growled playfully like a dog, and Portugal had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Had he been spending too much time with Arthur? "Well, any last words?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I will cut you to ribbons."
They broke apart, circling the arena with blade tips pointed in fencing styles, if only for show. Entertain the crowd, play it up, distract them. "Fool, such mediocrity!" Spain went for an easily-parried and very much open thrust, which Portugal took advantage of. "Let your sword do the talking!"
Antonio tossed his head back. "I shall and will be loquacious to a fault!" He lunged again, sword whipping through thin air as his brother dodged, the whistling of metal on the ether and the clangs of sword parries and blocks punctuating their laughter. It couldn't be helped; it wasn't often they got to have proper mock sword fights in front of an audience.
Leaping up onto the table, Spain jumped over the attempts Portugal had at cutting off his feet from the ankle down. "You tomato loving twit!" Portugal yelled, pursuing.
Now the insults were getting personal. Both of them fought their way up boxes and crates and onto a nearby tiled roof. "Hah, you fight like your wife!"
Portugal's eye twitched. Two could fight dirty here. "You've fought my wife. That's a compliment."
He was going to get it for that later. "Braggart!" Antonio bellowed.
"Heathen!" Swords crossed again, the pressure making sparks. Spain pressed forward, strength greater than his brother's, blade coming dangerously close to Portugal's face.
"Hey, 'Tonio, watch it!" the younger of the two hissed warningly. One of the tiles slipped loose and he fell on his back, forced to block and parry blows from a lower position. Eventually, he allowed the sword to be knocked out of his hands before Spain could get too into this. The Spaniard caught the blade by the handle as it flew into the air, bowing to their assembled audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we've decided it's a draw!" he called, to the gasps of the crowd. He tossed the swords to the ground where they clattered in front of the shocked guards' feet.
"It's been nice meeting you, see you soon~!" Portugal added, backing away towards the other edge of the roof.
"Adios!"
And they ran.
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withgoldensoil's request: England, New Zealand and Australia
England was very used to children. One tended to get to be quite accustomed to a baby's wail or a child's mess after having colonised 1/4 of the world. He liked to think he was a bit of an expert.
But by god, he had never met another child who could scream quite so high as New Zealand. It was practically a weapon. His ears rang with the sound for hours afterward, no matter how hard he pressed his hands over his ears.
And at the same time as having a very stereotypical girlish shriek, she also had quite the rugby tackle.
"For the love of God!" England finally bellowed at top volume, tearing apart the squabbling children. Australia was a proper scrapper, swinging his fists at his sister even as he hung in the air by the back of his shirt. New Zealand struggled upright at England's feet, a nasty red mark on her cheek almost looking like a one-sided blush. The tables and chairs of the make-shift classroom England had set up so painstakingly were scattered everywhere in disarray, and the teacher he had hired had run to him in a fit of tears. "Enough of this farce! Brooke, you are to stop showing poisonous spiders to your sister, and Katherine, for goodness sake, it is not ladylike to attack one's brothers!"
The girl stuck her tongue out at him, and Australia's wild kicking caught him in the side. He should have never sent so many Irish prisoners to them. Now they were just so cheeky.
"Lemme go!" yelled Australia in his hideous half-cockney accent, glottal stops on the end of nearly every word. "Pu' me down! It wozn' my faul'! She star'ed i'!"
See, this is why he tried not to get attached. Because they always rebelled.
"Ah bloody well did no'!" New Zealand shouted back, starting on Brooke again only to find England in the way. She tried to dodge around, when England decided he'd reached his limit.
"I said enough!" he commanded, bringing the power of the empire to his voice. The two children fell silent. "Better. That is the last time I let you alone with a teacher that is not me. Moreover, both of you have detention. And that means no animals."
Once the two of them had gained significantly apologetic expressions, England let both of them go and turned on his heel. "Now, I'm going to go apologise to Miss Tom, and you are to clean this mess up by the time I get back."
England left, hearing the sound of tables scraping across wooden floors. What he didn't hear was this:
"Wow, your plan worked Auss."
"Course i' did. Now 'e'll def'nitely 'ave ta pay attention to us more now!"
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More to be put up later, right now I'm gonna go do Family Ties~!
The bushes and brambles scratched Albion's legs and the rocks made him stumble, but the fae dragged him by the arm and the hem of his clothing forward. They were upset for some reason, screeching about an intruder that smelled like iron and those men with crosses that tried to kill them. He could have used the roads Rome gave him, which were much straighter, but the fae refused to travel them. Still, they pulled him ever northwards.
The Wall came into sight, and Albion finally dug in his heels.
No way, oh no no no, he was not going over The Wall. Scotia would kill him. Dead.
But the high, tinkling bells that were the voices of the fae became even more insistent, babbling that it was just over the wall, that's all, just a little further.
Steeling himself, Albion ran through the gateway.
Instant the feeling of alien land made him choke, much more that this was land that didn't want him there. He didn't like not being on what was his land. He had very little power here. Why did the fae think he could help?
He kept running, though he was sure that any second now Scotia and a thousand of his men would jump out from behind a craggy peak or a scraggly bush and chase him home or worse. But as night fell, nothing happened, and Albion kept running.
His older brother had rather enjoyed taking over the castles Rome left on his ill-fated attempt at taking over. While there were scorch marks on the sides, there was dim light from inside, and the sounds of men drinking in good cheer. The little Nation crept around the back, letting himself in a side door. He knew Rome's castles well; it helped that their layout more often than not was rigidly copied from one to the other.
Casting a mild glamor on himself, he tip-toed as quietly as he could through the mess hall to the stairs. Up and up he climbed, until the fae grabbed his hair, stopping him in front of a door.
"W-w-what are you-"
That was Scotia's voice. But he'd never heard him so... flustered. Or mildly terrified.
"Aw, come on, it's not going to hurt..."
A feeling like his stomach had turned to lead took over the little blonde. Gallia, that toady little bastard son of Rome. That's what the Fae had meant.
The second he had spoken, the faeries had screamed indignantly and the gnomes and sprites yelled obscenities. Of course, Gallia couldn't hear them, not since he'd taken Rome's new "one god" religion, but Scotia-
"What the hell was that?"
Deciding he was found already, Albion kicked open the already ajar door.
The scene he found, however, was unexpected.
Gallia, in a rather feminine pink robe, was sitting, nay, straddling his oldest brother on his bed, the ribbons in his hair coming undone. There was one tied to the end of one of Scotia's plaits, a stark contrast to orange-brown hair, as well as his extremely red face. Gallia seemed rather surprised at the intrusion, and then a little miffed.
"Go away, you." he said snootily. Albion felt his face flush.
"The hell are ye doin' here, runt?"
"I-I was going to save you." and the second it was out of his mouth, he knew he'd just said something stupid. Scotia sat up with an angry glare, forcing Gallia to sit back a little in his lap. The European toad simply slung his arms over Scotia's shoulders, locking his fingers behind his neck.
"I don't need savin' from the likes o' you." he growled, which was slightly less menacing thanks to the bow in his hair, but the younger boy was intimidated regardless. He stopped himself from taking an involuntary step back.
"The fae told me to!" he defended, but this made Gallia tut disapprovingly.
"You shouldn't listen to little demons you know, Britannia."
The name made his stomach churn. Scotia's face went from enraged to disgusted. Memories lingered between them, the stabbing, building the wall, burning the villages to watch his brother bleed in kind.
"Besides," and Gallia pressed his lips to Scotia's cheek. "I'm no threat."
Despite how he should have been enjoying the flustered and embarrassed look on his older brother's face at that moment, rage bubbled up and took over. "I thought your God forbid lies!" Albion shouted, fists clenched. "I hope he strikes you both down!"
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Nena's request: El Dorado with Portugal and Spain. (Video link here, scene starts at 2:03
"Your dice are loaded!" shouted the rather stout and intimidating man. Spain and Portugal backed up slightly, glancing at each other. Looks of "this is all your fault" were exchanged, before a plan was decided upon by mutual agreement that if they wanted to get out of this they were going to have to use some Iberian flare.
"You gave me loaded dice!" accused Portugal, pointing at his brother with a betrayed look. A clang sounded as he bumped into one of his brother's many city guards. They, of course, had no idea who the Nations were, so Gabriel simply looked imploringly at the soldier and cried again "He gave me loaded dice! Guard, arrest him!"
Spain, catching on to the plot, fought down a grin. "You dare to impude my honor?!" he proclaimed in a melodramatic tone. "He was the one who was cheating! Arrest him!" And in a gesture that Portugal thought was a little uncalled for, he pushed him back. "He tricked these sailors and took their money!"
"Oh, now I'm the theif?"
"Yes!"
He swung his brother round and made him look in a nearby soldier's reflective chestplate."Look in the mirror, irmão!"
People were staring as Antonio started looking around with a gleam in his eye that made Portugal start looking for potential weapons too. "You'd better give them that money back or I'll-" he snatched a soldier's sword from it's sheath. "Enguard!"
Grinning, Portugal replied. "Enguard yourself, I shall give you the honor of a quick and painless death!" He grabbed the nearest sword to hand, brandishing it at his sibling.
... this was a rather unimpressive dagger. "But not with that." he hastily added, grabbing the actual sword he'd meant to. "We shall fight fairly!"
Iron hissed as the two blades clashed, locking at the handguards. The two Iberian Nations circled, neither letting up, playful menace sparking in their olive eyes. Spain growled playfully like a dog, and Portugal had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Had he been spending too much time with Arthur? "Well, any last words?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I will cut you to ribbons."
They broke apart, circling the arena with blade tips pointed in fencing styles, if only for show. Entertain the crowd, play it up, distract them. "Fool, such mediocrity!" Spain went for an easily-parried and very much open thrust, which Portugal took advantage of. "Let your sword do the talking!"
Antonio tossed his head back. "I shall and will be loquacious to a fault!" He lunged again, sword whipping through thin air as his brother dodged, the whistling of metal on the ether and the clangs of sword parries and blocks punctuating their laughter. It couldn't be helped; it wasn't often they got to have proper mock sword fights in front of an audience.
Leaping up onto the table, Spain jumped over the attempts Portugal had at cutting off his feet from the ankle down. "You tomato loving twit!" Portugal yelled, pursuing.
Now the insults were getting personal. Both of them fought their way up boxes and crates and onto a nearby tiled roof. "Hah, you fight like your wife!"
Portugal's eye twitched. Two could fight dirty here. "You've fought my wife. That's a compliment."
He was going to get it for that later. "Braggart!" Antonio bellowed.
"Heathen!" Swords crossed again, the pressure making sparks. Spain pressed forward, strength greater than his brother's, blade coming dangerously close to Portugal's face.
"Hey, 'Tonio, watch it!" the younger of the two hissed warningly. One of the tiles slipped loose and he fell on his back, forced to block and parry blows from a lower position. Eventually, he allowed the sword to be knocked out of his hands before Spain could get too into this. The Spaniard caught the blade by the handle as it flew into the air, bowing to their assembled audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we've decided it's a draw!" he called, to the gasps of the crowd. He tossed the swords to the ground where they clattered in front of the shocked guards' feet.
"It's been nice meeting you, see you soon~!" Portugal added, backing away towards the other edge of the roof.
"Adios!"
And they ran.
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withgoldensoil's request: England, New Zealand and Australia
England was very used to children. One tended to get to be quite accustomed to a baby's wail or a child's mess after having colonised 1/4 of the world. He liked to think he was a bit of an expert.
But by god, he had never met another child who could scream quite so high as New Zealand. It was practically a weapon. His ears rang with the sound for hours afterward, no matter how hard he pressed his hands over his ears.
And at the same time as having a very stereotypical girlish shriek, she also had quite the rugby tackle.
"For the love of God!" England finally bellowed at top volume, tearing apart the squabbling children. Australia was a proper scrapper, swinging his fists at his sister even as he hung in the air by the back of his shirt. New Zealand struggled upright at England's feet, a nasty red mark on her cheek almost looking like a one-sided blush. The tables and chairs of the make-shift classroom England had set up so painstakingly were scattered everywhere in disarray, and the teacher he had hired had run to him in a fit of tears. "Enough of this farce! Brooke, you are to stop showing poisonous spiders to your sister, and Katherine, for goodness sake, it is not ladylike to attack one's brothers!"
The girl stuck her tongue out at him, and Australia's wild kicking caught him in the side. He should have never sent so many Irish prisoners to them. Now they were just so cheeky.
"Lemme go!" yelled Australia in his hideous half-cockney accent, glottal stops on the end of nearly every word. "Pu' me down! It wozn' my faul'! She star'ed i'!"
See, this is why he tried not to get attached. Because they always rebelled.
"Ah bloody well did no'!" New Zealand shouted back, starting on Brooke again only to find England in the way. She tried to dodge around, when England decided he'd reached his limit.
"I said enough!" he commanded, bringing the power of the empire to his voice. The two children fell silent. "Better. That is the last time I let you alone with a teacher that is not me. Moreover, both of you have detention. And that means no animals."
Once the two of them had gained significantly apologetic expressions, England let both of them go and turned on his heel. "Now, I'm going to go apologise to Miss Tom, and you are to clean this mess up by the time I get back."
England left, hearing the sound of tables scraping across wooden floors. What he didn't hear was this:
"Wow, your plan worked Auss."
"Course i' did. Now 'e'll def'nitely 'ave ta pay attention to us more now!"
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More to be put up later, right now I'm gonna go do Family Ties~!
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Date: 2010-05-08 09:56 pm (UTC)*asphyxiates through giggling at the second* "I've fought your wife! That's a compliment!" England
poutsgives a manly glare at this description.The third? I'm not sure if I'm 'aaaawing' or if I'm heartbroken or both...
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Date: 2010-05-08 11:17 pm (UTC)Loved the El Dorado drabble. England does not appreciate being called anyone's wife and will kindly kick Spain's ever loving arse the next time he sees him (Port having let the incident innocently slip to him, of course).
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Date: 2010-05-09 09:51 am (UTC)Which is something I need fic of as well now dammit orzEL DORADO S;LKF YESSSSS. Iberian flare. I think I'm in love hahaha. I bet they would have made the most amazing conmen ever. The kind that swindled everyone and had the most awesome sex lives...but then still went to church every Sunday like they were completely innocent. |D And hey, England COULD be the wife. He does enough needlework and has enough children for that. Really. But Port would still be his whipped, ttly in love deredere husband if he was. |D
Ahaha Australia. My country. You don't even hold back on the girls do you? For shame. |D; But his plan is cunning, I'll give him that. And yes England, pay attention to us. LOVE US. ;A;
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Date: 2010-05-09 12:49 pm (UTC)God I think I assigned the roles just so that exchange could HAPPEN.
Both works for me <3
No it didn't, look above you~!
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Date: 2010-05-09 12:58 pm (UTC)I'll write Scotia's side of the story if you want. <3You know they've got a special brand of flare. They could brand it and sell it it's so good. Gabriel and Antonio! Almighty and powerful
godsconmen! England is totally a girl on the inside but he will NEVER admit it. He will continue to knit tea-cozies until the daw breaks but he will NEVER SAY IT.Would you hold back if New Zealand came flying head first at you? The things a colony has to do to get some love in the British Empire D8
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Date: 2010-05-09 01:12 pm (UTC)it would be nice if you belonged to Gaul" and there was a lot of nuzzling. Poor Scotia was probably beside himself with feelings. What is this. And lol flangst that sounds like some kind of a strange dish. :|asdl;klfk w-would you? ;AAA; Because I can't say please enough omg /g-grabby hands <3I would totally be in the market for that. I'd pay good money for that kind of passion. You know they totally thought themselves gods. What with dividing the world between them and the inquisitions and the conquista and all. GOOD TIMES. I was just reading about how Port pretty much isolated himself from Europe to be with England orz. So it's taken him years to get back on track making friends and spending time with his bros again.
I'll bet his other half isn't happy though haha orz. Oh England.I - I don't feel comfortable beating her up because she's a girl. And I like to think Aussie doesn't beat on girls but then again she's not so much a girl as she is his sister so...IT'S COMPLICATED. ;3; LOVE US DAMMIT.
Re: No it didn't, look above you~!
Date: 2010-05-09 04:48 pm (UTC)Spain seems just so enjoyable to taunt, though. Since he'd space out half way through and go "What?" Which is something I find hilarious.
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Date: 2010-05-09 06:55 pm (UTC)Mmmkay after the other requests I'll add it~!It would make exams and talking to people you're nervous about like a BILLION TIMES EASIER. I'm not surprised really, all Nations must have had god-complex moments (I know the Age-of-Discovery lads probably did) Awwwwww Port you big softy and now-days most people in England never know about the alliance awwww. Maybe Iggy's sulking? STOP BEING FRIENDS WITH OTHER PEOPLE D8
Technically she started on him first. There are a lot of nasty bruises under his clothes now, she just got it in the face. LALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU GO BLAME AMERICA FOR THE FACT I CANNOT LOVE
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Date: 2010-05-09 07:14 pm (UTC);sdlkfk you are too awesome I am so in love with that era in their lives I don't even ;AAAA; <333They could be MILLIONAIRES. Which would be great about now, what with the way the economy is going. And pfft that was another thing they got out of Rome. God-complexes. I think the Iberian bros were still high on beating Mr. Moor and reclaiming their land orz. I'LL BET HE IS SULKING. Because he's all B| about the EU in general and Port's being all "HI GUYS" 8D s-so you know. HIS FEELINGS ARE HURT.
He doesn't like to share.Oh god these two, I'm cringing so hard but ;sdkflk England had a lot of boys so NZ could probably scrap with the best of them... even if she has like NO DEADLY CREATURES ON HER LANDS WHATSOEVER unlike Aussie. |D YOU JERK. JERK ENGLAND. STOP USING US AS YOUR SUMMER HOME THEN AND GO TO AMERICA ALREADY. ;AAAA;
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Date: 2010-05-09 07:39 pm (UTC)I live to serve. <3 Besides which this era is so fun to write because I CAN TAKE LIBERTIES WITH HISTORY 8D so many interpretations and different documentations. eeeee.BILLIONARES, TRILLIONARES EVEN. Oh god Greece your economic fail is infectious. Watch as Germany rushes everywhere to try and give money-vaccines to all the economically-ill Nations
and forces France to help because he's got the strongest economy in Europe and England is SO pissed about that. Rome why are you such a horrible example? All of your conquered lands take after you in the worst ways.England irl is kind of split in half about the EU; some people want to isolate and tell them to fuck off because they're terrified of the loss of British culture (which is already happening thanks to Americanization note the Z in there D8) while the rest are like "GODDAMN WE HAVE THE WEAKEST POLITICAL SYSTEM IN THE WORLD AT THE MOMENT (i.e., none at all) WE NEED THE STABILITY AND THE MONEY THE EU CAN GIVE DDDDD8". I think England's being tsundere again. :|
NZ is hardcore okay, she doesn't take crap from anyone. Besides which she grew up with other fighter girls like India and South Africa who were both very much >| "you think you can take me on I'll cave your head in with a cricket bat" to the boys. BUT YOUR HOUSE IS SO CONVENIENT IT'S WARM IN WINTER. WINTER, DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKED UP IT IS TO HAVE A BBQ ON CHRISTMAS?!
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Date: 2010-05-09 07:52 pm (UTC)/loves on foreeeeever <3 And lkdk;lk YES LIBERTIES. LIBERTIES ARE THE BEST PART. ;A;THEY COULD BE PIMPING, JUST LIKE THE OLD DAYS. Seriously Greece wtf are you doing, you're ruining things for everyone! orz Man, poor Germany, he worked so hard to build up the EU and now everything is just going to hell around him ahaha
and yes, France is his business husband/wife/life partner so he has to help out, even if he'll probably make a big deal about it. BEING ENGLAND'S SAVIOUR, I mean.Rome was so awesome we're still feeling his awesome TODAY. D:......man if that isn't typically tsundere I don't know what is. lol THE Z ahaha. IT'S OUT THERE. Don't worry England I'd be tsundere too if I was going through what you're going through with parliament orz.
South Africa is a boy in my head, who is totally whipped by his Port-colony girlfriend Angola but I DO AGREE. FIGHTER GIRLS ROCK. India especially. ;3; lol cricket. THE ASHES. Good times. THE BBQ IS THE BEST PART OF CHRISTMAS HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT.
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Date: 2010-05-09 09:59 pm (UTC)THAT AND THE FAE. EVEN BETTER WHEN IT'S STILL THE TIME WHEN THERE ARE LOADS AROUND <3THEY COULD GO TO THE RICH NATIONS CLUB AGAIN AND HAND OUT WITH INDIA AND CHINA. I want to know how he got into such massive debt anyway. It not like he's America that blows money on pointless wars and random spending and outsourcing, or like he's tied to someone who does stupid things like that in the way England is.
damnit Iggy swallow your pride already and get help from the EU I am sick of having to pay £6 to eat a sandwich.... I guess this is where we apply the phrase "I'm going to screw you over so hard the rest of the world's gonna feel it"?The more I look at it the more tsundere I see. Ahahahahaha I can do nothing but laugh at parliament right now it's just... there's so much fail I can't even. If I didn't laugh I'd cry because we're totally open right now. If it weren't for America kind of looming over Europe and the Middle East with a nice big shiny army/navy/air force we'd have totally been invaded by now. orz
Pffff ahahaha that's a cute image, but ever since I read this (warning, PORN) I've gone with the girl idea. THEY'LL KICK YOUR ASS. Oh lol the commonwealth games in October are gonna be fun. HEY HEY GUESS WHO JUST KICKED SOUTH AFRICA'S ARSE IN CRICKET OH YEAH *BOOGIES* Dude, dude, no. Christmas is rainy and everyone huddles inside and shares the warmth together with a nice roast turkey with stuffing and potatoes and carrots and peas and- BBQ is for not-christmas. :| Australia is strange.
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Date: 2010-05-10 08:49 am (UTC)YES OMG, THE MAGIC AND THE FAIRY TALES. ;AAAA; I MISS THAT PART BAWWW.AND EAT AND DRINK FROM GOLDEN PLATES AND CUPS. BRINGS A TEAR TO YOUR EYE JUST REMEMBERING IT. ...You know I've only been wondering about that since FOREVER. What did he even do? Or not do for that matter. And lol yes England YOU'RE IN WITH THE WRONG CROWD.
Srsly go be BFF with the EU I cry blood tears just looking at the size of the pound in comparison to the dollar orzOh yes for sure. Everyone was feeling Rome's massive Empirical dick for centuries to come there's no doubt about that.I like to think we're past the stage of invading a country and kicking him when he's down but you know... that's England's turf we're talking about. He hasn't been invaded in years and no one is willing to try. Thank goodness for the Entente Cordiale eh? Or France would have seized his chance haha.
;sldkf omg PORN. THAT PORN. I don't even orz. And omg the C'wealth Games ahaha yes so much fun, can't wait to see. :|a LOL WELL HE KICKS ALL OUR ARSES IN RUGBY SO, YOU KNOW.
And we kick yours in cricket, I meanMiserable Christmas rain is for pussies. THE SUNSHINE COAST IS WHERE IT'S AT. And hey we get turkey and stuffing and all that jazz too you know......in addition to the BBQ. >A> Aussie eats a lot orz.