“So, what we have to do next is to do something about England”, she summarized. “Anyone got an idea?”
Sealand started to smile. “Yes, I think I have a really good plan!”, he began, already forgotten about his banter with Ladonia, and felt very important as immediately all of the micronations’ attention was on him. Thank god he was such a cool country that was not dependent from Jerk England at all, and that he just so happened to know many people that could help them with this through said Jerk’s ex-empire he also used to live in as a baby. “We could ask-“
They didn’t find out whom exactly Sealand thought they could ask, because Seborga suddenly exclaimed: “Guys, look!”
He pointed at the place where Molossia, America and England had just been standing a minute ago. Emphasis on the ‘had’. It seemed like they were no longer there.
“Oh, fantastic, we lost them!”, Wy groaned. She then threw a reproachful gaze at Sealand and Ladonia. “That’s entirely your fault, you know!”
---------- “One Super-Jumbo-Chocolate-Split-Vanilla-Disneyland-Cup, please!”, America ordered cheerfully. The saleswoman from the ice cream parlor smiled gently at his childish antics. “Of course, dear”, she answered kindly and then looked at England and Molossia. “Do you wish to order separately or will you pay together?”
Molossia pulled out his purse and stepped forward. “Of course I-“ He had wanted to say that he would pay for America –he had invited him here in the first place- but was rudely interrupted by the Eyebrows-Bastard.
“I’ll treat you”, England offered his former colony, not without throwing a quick, triumphant glance at Molossia.
“Really?”, America looked at him astounded. He then slapped the other country’s back, grinning. “Of course you would!”, the blue-eyed young man laughed loudly. “Wouldn’t leave the hero flat broke after all, would ya, Iggy?”
England winced at the volume but forced himself not to speak up against America right now. He wouldn’t want to satisfy Molossia and his efforts by getting into an argument with the clueless country at this point.
He sighed and handed the woman some money.
“Don’t you want some ice-y ice cream too, Iggy?”, asked America in a voice that sounded rather stupid. The prospect of the sweet cold dessert always did funny things to this bloke’s mind, as England thought.
The green-eyed country shook his head. “No, I don’t feel like it right now.”
America shrugged. “Your problem. You’ll regret it later.” England doubted it, but he kept his mouth shut. He had told the boy earlier that he had changed his mind about ice cream. Which was of course a lie, but he had only said that because he had wanted to go with them to make sure that America wouldn’t eat too much ice cream and get fat. N-not that he was jealous because Molossia had asked that stupid git out on a date! And he certainly hadn’t come with them to watch after the sunglasses wanker so that he would keep his hands away from America! Where’d you get that idea?
Molossia scowled as he ordered for himself. That monster-brows bastard was really trying to be a huge fucking jackass by doing everything to cockblock his efforts at winning America’s heart! He’d show this piece of shit! He was kickass Molossia and some fucking British stick-up-his-ass wasn’t going to ruin his date!
America dug into his giant cup of ice cream the moment he received it. He all but breathed the cold substance in, and gained a disgusted look from England.
“If you eat any faster you’ll get a heart attack for sure!”, the island country stated dryly. “I think I taught you proper table manners. You are embarrassing me in public, bloody git!”
“You said anything, Iggy?”, America looked up from his meal, mouth full of ice cream.
“Will you kindly listen when I’m talking to you, you damned wanker!”, England yelled angrily. “And what did I tell you about speaking with your mouth full?” He had raised the boy better than that. This ignorant moron brought nothing but disgrace upon his name!
Re: Untitled, Chapter 3b/?
Sealand started to smile. “Yes, I think I have a really good plan!”, he began, already forgotten about his banter with Ladonia, and felt very important as immediately all of the micronations’ attention was on him. Thank god he was such a cool country that was not dependent from Jerk England at all, and that he just so happened to know many people that could help them with this through said Jerk’s ex-empire he also used to live in as a baby. “We could ask-“
They didn’t find out whom exactly Sealand thought they could ask, because Seborga suddenly exclaimed: “Guys, look!”
He pointed at the place where Molossia, America and England had just been standing a minute ago. Emphasis on the ‘had’. It seemed like they were no longer there.
“Oh, fantastic, we lost them!”, Wy groaned. She then threw a reproachful gaze at Sealand and Ladonia. “That’s entirely your fault, you know!”
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“One Super-Jumbo-Chocolate-Split-Vanilla-Disneyland-Cup, please!”, America ordered cheerfully.
The saleswoman from the ice cream parlor smiled gently at his childish antics. “Of course, dear”, she answered kindly and then looked at England and Molossia. “Do you wish to order separately or will you pay together?”
Molossia pulled out his purse and stepped forward. “Of course I-“ He had wanted to say that he would pay for America –he had invited him here in the first place- but was rudely interrupted by the Eyebrows-Bastard.
“I’ll treat you”, England offered his former colony, not without throwing a quick, triumphant glance at Molossia.
“Really?”, America looked at him astounded. He then slapped the other country’s back, grinning. “Of course you would!”, the blue-eyed young man laughed loudly. “Wouldn’t leave the hero flat broke after all, would ya, Iggy?”
England winced at the volume but forced himself not to speak up against America right now. He wouldn’t want to satisfy Molossia and his efforts by getting into an argument with the clueless country at this point.
He sighed and handed the woman some money.
“Don’t you want some ice-y ice cream too, Iggy?”, asked America in a voice that sounded rather stupid. The prospect of the sweet cold dessert always did funny things to this bloke’s mind, as England thought.
The green-eyed country shook his head. “No, I don’t feel like it right now.”
America shrugged. “Your problem. You’ll regret it later.” England doubted it, but he kept his mouth shut. He had told the boy earlier that he had changed his mind about ice cream. Which was of course a lie, but he had only said that because he had wanted to go with them to make sure that America wouldn’t eat too much ice cream and get fat. N-not that he was jealous because Molossia had asked that stupid git out on a date! And he certainly hadn’t come with them to watch after the sunglasses wanker so that he would keep his hands away from America! Where’d you get that idea?
Molossia scowled as he ordered for himself. That monster-brows bastard was really trying to be a huge fucking jackass by doing everything to cockblock his efforts at winning America’s heart! He’d show this piece of shit! He was kickass Molossia and some fucking British stick-up-his-ass wasn’t going to ruin his date!
America dug into his giant cup of ice cream the moment he received it. He all but breathed the cold substance in, and gained a disgusted look from England.
“If you eat any faster you’ll get a heart attack for sure!”, the island country stated dryly. “I think I taught you proper table manners. You are embarrassing me in public, bloody git!”
“You said anything, Iggy?”, America looked up from his meal, mouth full of ice cream.
“Will you kindly listen when I’m talking to you, you damned wanker!”, England yelled angrily. “And what did I tell you about speaking with your mouth full?” He had raised the boy better than that. This ignorant moron brought nothing but disgrace upon his name!