This is it, he tells himself, digging out a small handful of about six or seven pills and swallowing them down as quickly as he can. He grimaces at the taste and starts to pray that they work so this is finally over.
Sealand wonders if he should lie down, so he gets to his feet and climbs up on the bed. Once he is lying on his back, he puts his hands behind his head and stares at the ceiling as he waits.
He doesn't have to for very long; the familiar happiness starts up in his spine about five or six minutes in and soon rushes out in a wave to his entire body, much stronger than before. Instead of feeling happy and smart, he feels like a giant, like he could tower over everyone and rule the world and everyone would love him and even jerk England would be sorry about picking on him and ignoring him and...
Suddenly, Sealand smiles and sits up, eyes wide as he looks around the room for something to do to fill this sudden need to focus on something. As soon as he sees his video game cases, he climbs towards his console and starts it up. He is so engrossed in the game that he doesn't notice that the rush of happiness is slowing down to a little tingle around ten minutes later, but he does notice how chatty he's feeling right now.
Maybe I'll give jerk England a call! he thinks. It sounds like a good idea, so he drops the controller on the floor and goes downstairs to get the phone, leaving the game right in the middle of everything.
Once downstairs, he picks the phone from its cradle and brings it back up to his room. A quick dial and the phone rings once, twice, three times. Sealand scowls; it's just like that jerk to leave him waiting, so he hangs up and calls again.
After the third hang-up, a very irate England answers the phone, shouting "Who the bloody hell is this?! I swear to god, you little tosser, if I ever find out who you are, I'll beat you until you're--"
"It's me, jerk England! Aren't you glad to hear from your little brother? I called and called but you wouldn't pick up and I kept thinking that was because you didn't want to talk to me but that's silly cause we're brothers and you'd always want to talk to me even if you are a jerk and always hang around that guy Alfred instead and hey, you know what? I feel really big right now! I bet I could come over and crush your house like a giant robot and blast off to the moon. Do you like the--" Sealand interrupts, rambling on and on until England can finally get a word in edgewise to cut him off.
"Peter, what the hell are you going on about? I'm in the middle of some very important paperwork, so if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to it!" England snaps.
"Oh, okay jerk England! I'm sure your work is really important to you cause you're a country and all that but I'm gonna be a real country someday soon, yeah, just you watch! Anyway, you're a country and you're really busy so I should go back to my video games but I really wanted to talk to you and tell you how--" Sealand rambles on again, only stopping when he hears the phone click as the line goes dead.
He pulls the phone away from his ear, looking at it with a scowl, and mutters an indignant "That jerk!" before throwing it on the bed and turning back to his game. He figures that even if jerk England doesn't want to talk to him, he'll be able to keep himself entertained at least.
An hour and twenty minutes later, Sealand is thirsty and his fingers and toes start feeling cold. He tries to ignore everything, especially how dry his mouth is, but finds that no matter how much he licks his lips, he's still craving something to drink, but he doesn't know why. This never happened the other time he took the pills after all.
He gets up and drops his controller on the floor again, which triggers a loud "Please be more considerate with your things, Peter!" from Mama Finland that he ignores as he leaves his room and heads down to the kitchen.
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NAH sidestory--Twitch [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-04-03 04:14 am (UTC)(link)Sealand wonders if he should lie down, so he gets to his feet and climbs up on the bed. Once he is lying on his back, he puts his hands behind his head and stares at the ceiling as he waits.
He doesn't have to for very long; the familiar happiness starts up in his spine about five or six minutes in and soon rushes out in a wave to his entire body, much stronger than before. Instead of feeling happy and smart, he feels like a giant, like he could tower over everyone and rule the world and everyone would love him and even jerk England would be sorry about picking on him and ignoring him and...
Suddenly, Sealand smiles and sits up, eyes wide as he looks around the room for something to do to fill this sudden need to focus on something. As soon as he sees his video game cases, he climbs towards his console and starts it up. He is so engrossed in the game that he doesn't notice that the rush of happiness is slowing down to a little tingle around ten minutes later, but he does notice how chatty he's feeling right now.
Maybe I'll give jerk England a call! he thinks. It sounds like a good idea, so he drops the controller on the floor and goes downstairs to get the phone, leaving the game right in the middle of everything.
Once downstairs, he picks the phone from its cradle and brings it back up to his room. A quick dial and the phone rings once, twice, three times. Sealand scowls; it's just like that jerk to leave him waiting, so he hangs up and calls again.
After the third hang-up, a very irate England answers the phone, shouting "Who the bloody hell is this?! I swear to god, you little tosser, if I ever find out who you are, I'll beat you until you're--"
"It's me, jerk England! Aren't you glad to hear from your little brother? I called and called but you wouldn't pick up and I kept thinking that was because you didn't want to talk to me but that's silly cause we're brothers and you'd always want to talk to me even if you are a jerk and always hang around that guy Alfred instead and hey, you know what? I feel really big right now! I bet I could come over and crush your house like a giant robot and blast off to the moon. Do you like the--" Sealand interrupts, rambling on and on until England can finally get a word in edgewise to cut him off.
"Peter, what the hell are you going on about? I'm in the middle of some very important paperwork, so if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to it!" England snaps.
"Oh, okay jerk England! I'm sure your work is really important to you cause you're a country and all that but I'm gonna be a real country someday soon, yeah, just you watch! Anyway, you're a country and you're really busy so I should go back to my video games but I really wanted to talk to you and tell you how--" Sealand rambles on again, only stopping when he hears the phone click as the line goes dead.
He pulls the phone away from his ear, looking at it with a scowl, and mutters an indignant "That jerk!" before throwing it on the bed and turning back to his game. He figures that even if jerk England doesn't want to talk to him, he'll be able to keep himself entertained at least.
An hour and twenty minutes later, Sealand is thirsty and his fingers and toes start feeling cold. He tries to ignore everything, especially how dry his mouth is, but finds that no matter how much he licks his lips, he's still craving something to drink, but he doesn't know why. This never happened the other time he took the pills after all.
He gets up and drops his controller on the floor again, which triggers a loud "Please be more considerate with your things, Peter!" from Mama Finland that he ignores as he leaves his room and heads down to the kitchen.