“You bloody cheat, Alfred! Legendaries are illegal! You’re breaking the rules!”
America pumped the air with his fist as his champion team stormed to victory again. England threw down his DS in disgust, folding his arms. “You’re a cheat, anyway.”
America snorted and moved onto his next opponent, trouncing Prussia’s team of Bidoofs in seconds. Then he cleaned out Russia’s ice-based team with his Infernape, and creamed Japan’s team of Gameboy-era rubbish.
He looked up triumphantly. “Who’s next?”
“Oh, can I play?” Estonia smiled, holding up a cute little pink DS. America hadn’t even realised he owned a DS, but whatever.
“Sure, if you want your ass handed to you on a plate!”
“Haha, I don’t mind! I really like Pokemon, I’m glad I can play it with someone else.”
They linked up, and America sent out his Infernape with a sly grin, watching to see what Estonia would bring out.
When he saw it, he couldn’t believe it.
“A Milotic? What the Hell? I tried to get one of those things for ages but I couldn’t find the right place to fish!” He exclaimed. Estonia smiled.
“Oh, well, I have time on my hands so I’ve got a lot of patience…”
America lost his Infernape to a Surf – not biggie, a fire Pokemon against a water one was a no-brainer – and sent out his Luxray.
“Haha, what are you gonna do now?” He asked, beaming over the top of his DS. Estonia smiled, and clicked. Luxray shot out a Thunder Fang, and Milotic…
Milotic didn’t even faint! America gaped at the screen, then up at Estonia. “You’re cheating!” He cried. England muttered something about pots and kettles to his right. Estonia smiled apologetically back.
“Well it has a perfect 31 IV in defence, and I EV-trained it to the maximum, so…”
Luxray fell to an Ice Beam. Estonia picked his way through the rest of America’s team with ease, and as every Pokemon dropped, America sulked more and more. When his on-screen alter-ego fainted, he put down his DS with a cough.
“Anyway, we’re meant to be solving some problems, so, let’s…let’s get down to some work! I think we should try putting a band-aid over the hole in the ozone layer, how about that?” He said desperately.
England smirked at him. “Sore loser, aren’t you?”
As everyone else congratulated Estonia, America resolved to make it a contest of driving games next time. He was far, far better at those…
The Perfect Defence
“You bloody cheat, Alfred! Legendaries are illegal! You’re breaking the rules!”
America pumped the air with his fist as his champion team stormed to victory again. England threw down his DS in disgust, folding his arms. “You’re a cheat, anyway.”
America snorted and moved onto his next opponent, trouncing Prussia’s team of Bidoofs in seconds. Then he cleaned out Russia’s ice-based team with his Infernape, and creamed Japan’s team of Gameboy-era rubbish.
He looked up triumphantly. “Who’s next?”
“Oh, can I play?” Estonia smiled, holding up a cute little pink DS. America hadn’t even realised he owned a DS, but whatever.
“Sure, if you want your ass handed to you on a plate!”
“Haha, I don’t mind! I really like Pokemon, I’m glad I can play it with someone else.”
They linked up, and America sent out his Infernape with a sly grin, watching to see what Estonia would bring out.
When he saw it, he couldn’t believe it.
“A Milotic? What the Hell? I tried to get one of those things for ages but I couldn’t find the right place to fish!” He exclaimed. Estonia smiled.
“Oh, well, I have time on my hands so I’ve got a lot of patience…”
America lost his Infernape to a Surf – not biggie, a fire Pokemon against a water one was a no-brainer – and sent out his Luxray.
“Haha, what are you gonna do now?” He asked, beaming over the top of his DS. Estonia smiled, and clicked. Luxray shot out a Thunder Fang, and Milotic…
Milotic didn’t even faint! America gaped at the screen, then up at Estonia. “You’re cheating!” He cried. England muttered something about pots and kettles to his right. Estonia smiled apologetically back.
“Well it has a perfect 31 IV in defence, and I EV-trained it to the maximum, so…”
Luxray fell to an Ice Beam. Estonia picked his way through the rest of America’s team with ease, and as every Pokemon dropped, America sulked more and more. When his on-screen alter-ego fainted, he put down his DS with a cough.
“Anyway, we’re meant to be solving some problems, so, let’s…let’s get down to some work! I think we should try putting a band-aid over the hole in the ozone layer, how about that?” He said desperately.
England smirked at him. “Sore loser, aren’t you?”
As everyone else congratulated Estonia, America resolved to make it a contest of driving games next time. He was far, far better at those…