"We should probably go and send your uncle now." Estonia said, filling the awkward silence that France's tears and America's odd comment had wrought.
"Yes, right, lets do that." England agreed, his eye still on America. They made their way to the gates, only to discover a note.
[i]Anwylyd Iggy , Chyfarfyddais a 'n arddun benyw am 'r farchnata. Ewyllysia mo bod addef at canfod ddeui 'ma. Gobeithia gwnei mo dendio! charwch, Gwrymiau/Arwel[/i]
"My uncles been kidnapped!" England yelled, ""Uncle Arwel! Even though you have a touch of anglophobia and are still a bit mad about that time I flooded Capel Celyn even though we voted and I won, I will save you!"
"Jinkies," Estonia gritted out, glaring at his shoes, "We should save him."
"Oi va voy," America sighed, always loving to use pop cultures when he could.
"I love that band!" England grinned, winking at him. America stared back blankly, trying to recall a band named that and coming back with nothing.
"That's... great?" He tried, England beamed, before remembering he was supposed to be paired with France in this fic and going back to looking poshly grumpy with a dash of punks not dead. America looked over at Estonia, wondering is he could convince him to lend over the laptop so that he could look it up.
"Comment savez-vous qu'il a été enlevé, cette lettre est en gallois?!!" France demanded. Everyone ignored him, as they often did whenever his sentences didn't mention sex, though Canada flushed out of reflex, it might've been the roach he was trying to convince America to finish off for him though (America seemed to waver in taking it, before rejecting it in a strange sort of dance).
"Onwards to save Arwel!" England shouted, now sporting an eye patch and pirate hat for reasons that only he could explain, while pointing his sword toward the gate. America blushed while Estonia hurriedly zipped up England's pants and led the way.
"W-w-wait!" America yelled suddenly.
"What is it?" Estonia hissed, annoyed.
"W-w-w-w-what if theres a g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-ghost!" He whimpered, face ashen, "N-n-not that I'd b-b-b-be s-s-scared or anything."
"Come on America, I'll give you a Hero snack." America brightened as Estonia waved the box.
"Guys, I am so tripping right now!" Canada giggled loudly, always preferring to take various drugs he had swiped from America's raves before entering mysterious castles.
"He wants a hero snack too," America quickly said.Estonia sighed and threw two randomly, not particularly caring when he ate both mid-air.
"Like seriously guys, tripping, eh?" Canada snorted and pointed off in the distance, "I seriously seeing a ghost, right there, right there, like seriously." America froze in fear.
"There's no such thing as ghosts, Canada-tripping-enough-to-be-Poland."
"Je me demande ce que Mattieu ressemblerait à une jupe..." France murmured allowd.
"Taire France," Canada replied, using a thick Quebecois accent much to France's annoyance.
In which only france gets what he wants 3/4
"Yes, right, lets do that." England agreed, his eye still on America. They made their way to the gates, only to discover a note.
[i]Anwylyd Iggy ,
Chyfarfyddais a 'n arddun benyw am 'r farchnata.
Ewyllysia mo bod addef at canfod ddeui 'ma.
Gobeithia gwnei mo dendio!
charwch,
Gwrymiau/Arwel[/i]
"My uncles been kidnapped!" England yelled, ""Uncle Arwel! Even though you have a touch of anglophobia and are still a bit mad about that time I flooded Capel Celyn even though we voted and I won, I will save you!"
"Jinkies," Estonia gritted out, glaring at his shoes, "We should save him."
"Oi va voy," America sighed, always loving to use pop cultures when he could.
"I love that band!" England grinned, winking at him. America stared back blankly, trying to recall a band named that and coming back with nothing.
"That's... great?" He tried, England beamed, before remembering he was supposed to be paired with France in this fic and going back to looking poshly grumpy with a dash of punks not dead. America looked over at Estonia, wondering is he could convince him to lend over the laptop so that he could look it up.
"Comment savez-vous qu'il a été enlevé, cette lettre est en gallois?!!" France demanded. Everyone ignored him, as they often did whenever his sentences didn't mention sex, though Canada flushed out of reflex, it might've been the roach he was trying to convince America to finish off for him though (America seemed to waver in taking it, before rejecting it in a strange sort of dance).
"Onwards to save Arwel!" England shouted, now sporting an eye patch and pirate hat for reasons that only he could explain, while pointing his sword toward the gate. America blushed while Estonia hurriedly zipped up England's pants and led the way.
"W-w-wait!" America yelled suddenly.
"What is it?" Estonia hissed, annoyed.
"W-w-w-w-what if theres a g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-ghost!" He whimpered, face ashen, "N-n-not that I'd b-b-b-be s-s-scared or anything."
"Come on America, I'll give you a Hero snack." America brightened as Estonia waved the box.
"Guys, I am so tripping right now!" Canada giggled loudly, always preferring to take various drugs he had swiped from America's raves before entering mysterious castles.
"He wants a hero snack too," America quickly said.Estonia sighed and threw two randomly, not particularly caring when he ate both mid-air.
"Like seriously guys, tripping, eh?" Canada snorted and pointed off in the distance, "I seriously seeing a ghost, right there, right there, like seriously." America froze in fear.
"There's no such thing as ghosts, Canada-tripping-enough-to-be-Poland."
"Je me demande ce que Mattieu ressemblerait à une jupe..." France murmured allowd.
"Taire France," Canada replied, using a thick Quebecois accent much to France's annoyance.