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Post by England on Apr 21, 2012 12:30:41 GMT -5
"You're a scatterbrain, see?" England shook his head, disappointed. "And you'd think you'd know how to keep tabs on your priorities better. Hanging your shirt up would've taken a moment out of your video game time, and would've avoided having to take your clothes off back there."
Okay, so what if England hadn't minded this slip-up from America. That didn't mean anything, right? He still had to find something to criticize him on, after all.
"And fine, speak your American like some uncultured twat, see if I care." Oh, but he did. Especially during the rare moments when America got serious, and his voice dropped. It should have been illegal for an American, of all people, to sound that... that... did England even dare think it?... that sexy.
A blush now having taken control of his face as well, he glared up at America, as if blaming him for it (technically, it was his fault...), and clenched his fists.
"S-So, w-what are you getting all red about?" he huffed, dragging all the attention towards America's blush, and not his.
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Post by America on Apr 21, 2012 13:26:32 GMT -5
"I'm not a scatterbrain!" America rolled his eyes. "I was just busy and completely forgot about it, that's all." Which, the more he thought about it, was sort of the definition of a scatterbrain. He gave an inward groan. Damn him... So, okay, yes, England got him this time. That didn't mean he would win the arguments.
Ah, but thankfully, England was giving him permission to speak American. That was one less thing America had to argue on. It wasn't like he needed England's permission, though. He could do whatever he wanted, since he was obviously a better country than England was.
"I-It's nothing," he snapped, feeling himself growing even more red. "I-I-I was, I mean it was just...I'm not blushing!" He refused to believe England was so interested in his blush. Even if he was probably the color of ketchup by now, England shouldn't have been this curious as to why America got it. You'd better not let your tongue slip on this one, America, because you will not tell England he is handsome, because he isn't, even if that outfit makes him look so, he really isn't, it's just the suit.
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Post by England on Apr 21, 2012 16:09:51 GMT -5
"You're a horrible liar, America." England berated, finding it amusing to tease him. Revenge for all the times America had teased him. "Do you want to know what colour your cheeks are? The colour of that horrid McDonald mascot's hair." he added, crossing his arms, satisfied. "Praytell why you're so red? You don't have a fever, do you?" he raised a brow sarcastically.
Ah, this was indeed a lot of fun. Just mindlessly teasing America. Still. A part of him did want to know why America was blushing. Could it be because of something he said? Or maybe just him, as a person? Had he done something wrong? He hoped not. His relations with America were already shaky, he didn't want to put any kind of extra strain on them.
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Post by America on Apr 21, 2012 19:44:03 GMT -5
Stupid blush. Stupid England for being so stupid about his stupid blush. "I'm not red," he said, trying to stop his voice from stammering and cracking as it had before. He tried getting his mind elsewhere, away from England in his suit. "It was just the light." Because, yes, couldn't light do that to people sometimes? And, weren't they in a well-lit place? Surely he could pass it off as the light just acting up.
Who was he kidding, though? England wasn't an idiot. England could probably see right through those lies of his. "And his name is Ronald McDonald," he quickly blurted out, trying to bring the conversation topic to something other than his blush, which he hoped was receding.
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Post by England on Apr 21, 2012 23:33:36 GMT -5
"Oh, the light, yes, of course." England rolled his eyes. "The very much white lighting is making your face red. That makes a whole lot more sense once you think about it." And now, he was getting genuinely curious.
What was it that was going on in America's head, making him turn so red? What was it about, at least? Hmmm... He was getting so curious that he could have resorted to magic to infiltrate America's thought if he hadn't reminded himself at the last moment that gentlemen shouldn't pry.
"I don't care what his name is, just the fact that your cheeks are red like his shoes, and I'm merely inquiring as to why." he repeated, shrugging.
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Post by America on Apr 22, 2012 12:29:34 GMT -5
Well. It looks like England saw right through that lie. For once, America wished he was dealing with Italy, or some other hapless nation who wouldn't question the reason as to why he was blushing. It would make everything a lot easier. "Yeah, well, it's nothing. You don't have to inquire." It's because of your damn suit, it's just the suit, that stupid, stupid suit, but I'm not gonna say that, 'cause then I'd seem like an idiot and you'll make fun of me, but it's just the suit!
To give himself something to do rather then answer England's questions, America dug into his pockets and pulled out a candy bar, quickly tearing the wrapper off and sticking it in his mouth. There. Now maybe England wouldn't question him anymore. Even if he did get scolded for eating chocolate in church, anything was better than those questions.
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Post by England on Apr 22, 2012 19:56:18 GMT -5
"And there you go, both avoiding a simply inquiry and eating one of those solidified-sugar treats of yours." England rubbed his forehead tiredly. "I thought you had more manners than this, America. First, disregarding someone when they talk to you is rude, and second, eating in church, and a candy bar that you absolutely don't need, at that, too, is a proof that you have not matured enough yet to enter the real world." he chastised.
Knowing that his words were mere nuisance to America, though, he took a few steps forward, and attempted to snatch the candy bar right out of America's mouth.
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Post by America on Apr 22, 2012 20:19:49 GMT -5
America quickly ducked, trying to dodge England's sudden attack. No one was going to mess with his chocolate, especially not England. That was just rude and uncalled for and, frankly, America wasn't going to allow it to happen again.
Oh, but wait. If it got his mind off of other things- which seriously didn't include England in a suit, not at all- America was willing to allow this small fight to happen. He removed the chocolate bar from his mouth, savoring the quick taste he had received, and dangled it in the air. "What's that, Iggy?" He grinned, his usual cocky grin, staring England straight in the eye. "You want this?"
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Post by England on Apr 22, 2012 21:20:24 GMT -5
"I'm not a dog, stop making it seem like I am one." England huffed, clenching his fists. "I don't want your bloody candy bar, I want you to have enough tact to control yourself and not constantly swallow sugar over sugar all the time. It's horrible for your health." Because yes, England did care, somewhere deep inside his steel-encased heart.
Taking a step forward, he put his hand out and put his other hand on his hip, as if chastising a kid.
"America, there's going to be a reception right after the wedding, so you shouldn't eat right now as not to spoil your appetite." he glared at America with what he hoped was a look of authority. "Just give me that candy bar."
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Post by America on Apr 23, 2012 19:49:31 GMT -5
"Spoil my appetite? Really?" America snorted, wondering where on earth England could ever get an idea like that. It was a simple candy bar, and it wasn't like America would actually get full on it. Besides, he wasn't about to let England think he won.
Just to spite the older nation, America swiftly brought the chocolate into his mouth once more, taking a rather large bite and smirking all the while. "Come and get it," he replied, his mouth still full (because England hated it when he talked with his mouth full, and America enjoyed doing all he could to piss England off, especially when he was getting teased for that blush).
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Post by England on Apr 24, 2012 15:35:41 GMT -5
And for a moment, all England felt like doing was punching that annoying expression right off America's face. But then he reminded himself that America was quite handsome when he wasn't acting like a complete idiot, so he better not ruin his face.
"I do agree that your stomach is a bottomless pit and that you obviously don't care about the accumulating pudge around your waist, so eating so much will not have any kind of effect on your mentality. Still, it is entirely rude to make so much noise while eating, and then speaking with your mouth full!" he clenched his fists, glaring murderously at America as he took a few steps forward in his direction. "And here I thought you may actually have been alright." he mumbled, gaze dropping.
Idiot. It wasn't like his behaviour was affecting England's mood, or anything... But it was displeasing to be around someone who irritated him and appealed to him so much at the same time.
"W-Well... It's not like I care what you do, but... Go eat your candy bar outside, if you will. And don't answer with your mouth full." he cut him off sharply before he could even answer.
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Post by America on Apr 24, 2012 16:16:03 GMT -5
It was the 'pudge' comment that caught America's attention, and it was the 'pudge' comment that stayed with America throughout the rest of England's lecture. For all he was concerned, the elder could have been saying, "Blah blah blah." Swallowing what he had in his mouth, America's eyes shot down to his stomach. He didn't have any pudge, did he? Okay, maybe he wasn't as muscular as he would have liked himself to be, but he was working at it! He even started to drink the diet sodas, for goodness sakes!
"I'm not pudgy," he defended himself, now unsure as to whether or not he should continue to eat his chocolate. What if this delicious bar of heaven just caused him to gain one pound? Considering how much he'd eat at the reception, that one pound could easily turn into ten, or even twenty, and then he'd be fat and no one would like him and England would never notice him and the others would all laugh at him and tell him that's what he deserved and-
And it was all because of the stupid candy bar, the stupid, wonderful, amazing candy bar.
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Post by England on Apr 24, 2012 19:27:04 GMT -5
"Forgive me, but if this isn't pudge..." England rolled his eyes and jumped at America, poking his stomach and trying not to wince at the pain it caused him. "Then what is?" he challenged, crossing his arms and looking up at America. "You know, that candy bar in your mouth right now... It's not going to do wonders for your waistline. Those nasty heart-attack sandwiches, too. Maybe you should reconsider eating like such a slob." he criticized, more confidant now that America had obviously tripped.
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Post by America on Apr 25, 2012 5:44:55 GMT -5
There was nothing America wanted to do more than to put his chocolate away and stay fit. He wasn't pudgy at all, England was just saying that to make him feel bad. "I-It's muscle," he said, almost trying to make himself believe his words. "Not pudge. Muscle." Oh, but there was a fine difference between pudge and muscle, wasn't there? Maybe I do have some pudge... America thought dejectedly, now glaring at the chocolate as if it had wronged him.
Great. He couldn't eat his candy bar, not when he'd become so fat, but he couldn't put it away, either, not if he wanted England to win.
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Post by England on Apr 25, 2012 19:16:32 GMT -5
"Usually, muscle feels harder to the touch and doesn't jiggle around, love." England pointed out. "Really. Perhaps cutting back on your consumption of unhealthy foods will help deal with this crisis." he nodded at the candy bar lying innocently in America's grip.
He didn't honestly think America was fat. He barely even paid attention to the fact that America may or may not have love handles. He personally would like America whether he became obese or anorexic (though both of them were certainly undesirable situations to find themselves in), but a challenge had been issued to him, and England didn't back down from challenges.
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