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Post by England on Apr 16, 2012 18:11:34 GMT -5
England simply sighed and rubbed his forehead in desperation, letting America catch up before shaking his head.
"Really, America... I wouldn't have expected any less from you." he sighed. "Although... You know you can eat your snacks right now, if you like." he suggested, before realizing that he'd actually agreed with something America had proposed. "I-I mean, just because it would be r-rude to open wrappers during the wedding, so if you opened them and ate them now, it wouldn't r-really bother anybody, and you wouldn't get hungry until the reception, so it's not like I care whether you get hungry or not, or anything!" he explained in one long breath, before letting his voice drift off.
And then, he blushed bright and stalked off in a hasty pace.
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Post by America on Apr 16, 2012 20:34:16 GMT -5
America rolled his eyes. England was so oblivious sometimes! And people called him the dumb one. Geez. He'd eat when he got hungry, which would be during the service. Long speeches always made him hungry.However, he couldn't say his comeback that he wanted to, not when England just waltzed off without him. I thought we were sitting together. He's weird. America always knew England was an odd one, and his behavior tonight just confirmed it.
He tried catching up once more, checking his pockets to make sure his snacks were all still there. It would be just like England to steal them somehow. "Wait up, England!" he called out, still looking through his jacket. Yep, all there.
[[is it just me, or did we take this wedding thread over...0_0]]
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Post by England on Apr 16, 2012 20:46:11 GMT -5
"W-What, do you want to go claim seats already? F-Fine. But you've got to stay still and try not to wiggle around too much." England chastised in advance. "Come along. The wedding will start any time now. We'd better go." he nudged his head down the hallway to the church and smiled lightly at America before turning around and striding off again.
[[It's okey, we're American (and English)! Prussia and Norway got their time, we got ours... Now all that remains is the actual wedding, hahaha~]]
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Post by [x] Spain on Apr 16, 2012 21:13:34 GMT -5
[[Don't worry, I like watching everyone else interact. Besides, it's not like me and Roma can do much until the actual ceremony/reception. XD If I felt you were taking it over, I would've interjected by now.]]
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Post by America on Apr 17, 2012 6:07:43 GMT -5
America did catch up and walked along beside England, grinning. "'Course I won't wiggle!" he announced. Not while I have food to keep me occupied. However, he knew the food wouldn't do all the work. If he had to be completely honest with himself, part of his wish to sit still was because of England. One, he'd have to impress the elder country and, two, he really didn't want to be chewed out today. At least, not anymore than he already had been. "You have to promise not to fuss at me, though." As they made their way into the church, America started humming, feeling quite at ease here.
[[oh, phew. I was worried there for a second. XD]]
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Post by England on Apr 17, 2012 17:35:27 GMT -5
England simply smirked at him and shoved his hands into his pant pockets, sighing in content as he let the calm feeling the church gave him wash over him. He wasn't a very religious person, not after the entire Catholic-or-Protestant incident, but somehow, it felt right to be here, in a church... With America by his side to adore with his gaze when he felt like he was slipping away into the vices of the real world.
"I won't fuss at you if you don't give me anything to fuss about." he shrugged innocently, throwing an amused look at America. He honestly couldn't wait to see how seriously America would take his words to heart.
[[Hahaha, I actually feel kinda awkward taking over Spain's and Roma's wedding thread ^^; Ahhh, you guys should just get married and go home and have beautiful sex or something~ xDD]]
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Post by America on Apr 17, 2012 19:59:18 GMT -5
"And since when do I give you anything to fuss about?" America asked with a pout, knowing England would probably fuss at him over that. Or call him some weird British term that never made any ounce of sense. America never fully understood what he meant whenever he said something that was just...him. American slang was much more simple to comprehend. Still, he found it better than other countries, such as France or Italy, who would randomly start babbling nonsense in their own language, expecting everyone to know what they said.
The young country glanced around at the church, knowing it would soon be filled up with many countries. Almost like a World Meeting. Except it might be a little bit more quiet, considering it was a church.
[[Indeed. Beautiful, lovely sex. That everyone can watch. XP]]
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Post by England on Apr 18, 2012 21:18:22 GMT -5
"You ALWAYS give me something to fuss about, you bloody wanker." England huffed, offended. "Be it your speech, your actions, your table manners, or your clothes." he flicked America's suit jacket with a sigh. "You're always so..... loose with everything. I wish you would just read the atmosphere, if only just once..." he rubbed his forehead wearily, knowing America would never succeed in doing that.
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Post by America on Apr 19, 2012 10:00:17 GMT -5
Just as expected, England was lecturing him. And tossing in random British slang, which made America want to giggle. He liked the way they sounded, even if he knew they were supposed to be insulting. "I can read the atmosphere perfectly fine," he sniffed, sticking his chin up in the air. He had long since figured out that, when other nations said this, they actually weren't referring to a book, as he originally thought. Now he knew they were commenting on his ability to react properly to what was going on around him.
Which he was doing perfectly fine with, thankyouverymuch, England. "Anyway, I like my clothes loose. Stuffy, tight clothes just irritate me."
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Post by England on Apr 19, 2012 21:23:54 GMT -5
"Oh, how quickly you're growing up to become a fine young man." England bit back sarcastically, crossing his arms. "You no longer ask where you can buy this 'The Atmosphere' book everybody keeps suggesting to you." he nodded approvingly. "Perhaps you are finally maturing, after all." He wouldn't get his hopes up, though.
He didn't comment on the clothes, though, because the only predominant comment in England's head at the current moment was something akin to 'tight clothing lets me admire your body from afar better'.
That, or 'Then just wear no clothes at all, that'll make both of us happy'.
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Post by America on Apr 20, 2012 8:39:34 GMT -5
Straightening his jacket, America let out a huff of breath, looking away from England. "You're just jealous," he retorted. "You wish you could be as awesome and heroic as I am, but you're upset 'cause you're boring and old." There. That should be enough to get him off his back about this stupid book. It wasn't America's fault that no one ever made themselves clear! Reading was for books, not for sensing the mood, so it made sense that America's first thought would be a book.
He found himself getting a little bit upset at England's sarcasm. He didn't always have to be so rude, did he? Well, fine. If he wants to act like that, I'll just play along with him.
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Post by England on Apr 20, 2012 17:40:42 GMT -5
"Excuse me? Old? And boring? I'll have you know that despite not being a child anymore, I am not one of the oldest countries around, and I certainly am NOT boring for I have my own pass times and constructive passions to follow. Also, I would never be jealous of your horrid taste in clothes, the way you gobble up those greasy monstrosities in buns and the absolute butchery you make of the English language." England ranted on, not being able to help the compulsive need to argue with America.
It seemed like all they did nowadays was argue. And although it did sometimes get aggressive, England felt like it was the only thing that gave him an alibi to interact with America. And if arguing was going to be the only way to talk to him, then so be it. England would rather get in a fight than stand off alone, away from America.
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Post by America on Apr 20, 2012 19:54:59 GMT -5
America glanced down at his choice of clothing, not quite seeing anything wrong with it. "I look fine," he retorted, looking over at England. "This suit was actually quite expensive!" No need to mention he bought it on sale. "Also, I don't speak English, Iggy. I speak American, 'kay? Geez, I wish people would stop telling me I speak English. I mean, I live in America, so I speak my own language!" He crossed his arms over his chest, frowning and glaring over at the walls.
If he tried figuring out the number of times they had fights, his calculator would probably bring up that error sign it did whenever an answer was much too long. Luckily, fighting got England to actually notice him. He was worried that sometimes England tried ignoring him. He hated being ignored, especially by England, so he'd always speak up loudly and do whatever he could to rope England into a conversation, even if that conversation usually just happened to be insults thrown at each other.
He'd rather be insulted then ignored.
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Post by England on Apr 20, 2012 20:47:54 GMT -5
"And the shirt was wrinkled." England added in pointedly. "That gives me an idea of how horrid you dress on an everyday basis, unless you wear expensive suits everywhere you go, that is." Sarcasm at its best. "And please, don't call it American. It's completely and utterly rude of you to steal my language and perverse it into something as crude and simplistic as American." Not to mention England's heart lurched whenever he was reminded that America had completely broken away from him, not even sharing a complete language with him anymore.
He just wished there was some way he could interact with America, without having to exaggerate on defaults he would find charming from afar. America's baby fat, the loud accent, the way he made an effort to dress right even if he failed... Alright, perhaps he would never wrap his head around the entire McDonald's business, but America had his own personal charm that England enjoyed very much, but had to keep to himself, lest he appear awkward.
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Post by America on Apr 20, 2012 21:16:43 GMT -5
America rolled his eyes. "The shirt was only wrinkled 'cause I forgot to hang it up when I bought it. Otherwise, there's nothing wrong with it!" Well, he thought he looked flattering. Almost as flattering as England (who always knew how to wear a suit better, damn him!). Perhaps even more so, if he really wanted to be prideful. "I just made the language better, by the way," he added as an afterthought. "And, since I made it better, I figured I should give it a better name."
Because, in all honesty, he believed America was a better name than England. America was freedom and hamburgers and dreams. England was rain and old and handsome and- no, no, no. I'm much handsomer than he is!
Still, his thoughts didn't do much to hide the blush that seemed to be growing on his face.
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