Dear anons, you really make me happy<3 Thank you for your lovely comments, they really encourage me to go on with writing, although I should rather be studying for school or something… but writing this is so much fun D:
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Wy had shoved the others behind a corner of the building after America had begun conversing with their friend. It was not like she was afraid of the kind of naïve country suspecting something, no; she simply needed to talk to the other micronations about what they would be doing next.
They had settled on watching how it would be going first, and then they would continue to decide what to do about England, who was at the moment standing behind America ominously.
Wy peeked around the corner cautiously, hoping that the island country wouldn’t spot her. She watched as Molossia tried to speak to America and groaned because he did a pretty poor job at it. Seriously, that guy was so awkward! The female micronation got the feeling that they had to interfere soon, because it seemed like everything their friend did was to succeed in making a fool of himself, the poor boy.
Just as she turned around to address her friends, who had been standing behind her because she had forbidden for all of them to watch –there would have been no way England wouldn’t have noticed six micronations at once spying on them!- Sealand spoke up again.
“You know, guys, Molossia still doesn’t have a codename.”
Ladonia rolled his eyes. “So? Who cares about that right now? At the moment we have way more important things to do.” He then shrugged and sneered at the boy in the sailor suit. “But I guess it’s natural for you to be childish like that and only think about the unimportant stuff. After all, your country has only four citizens, so what should one expect?”
“It’s not like you have much more citizens! There doesn’t even live anyone in your country!”, Sealand replied crossly. “And why is it not important for Molossia to get a codename? Isn’t it unfair that all of us got one but he didn’t?”
“How is this unfair and who cares about those stupid codenames anyway? It was you who wanted them”, was Ladonia’s snide remark. “And by the way, I have at least 15000 citizens who don’t live in my country because I’m an Internet nation and way smarter than you will ever be! Your body is just made of steel! That’s so pathetic!”
“How am I pathetic you stupid airhead!”, the other micronation all but snarled angrily. “At least Papa Sweden likes me! You’re just a pain in his ass!”
Ladonia looked at him with wide eyes, now clearly offended. After a few seconds Sealand’s words had sunk in and his expression became one of fury. “Take that back this instant!”, he hissed. “Sweden loves me because I am his only real child! You were just adopted so you have NO right to call him ‘Papa’!”
Sealand tried to speak up again –most likely to say something equally nasty to what Ladonia had said-, but was interrupted by Wy once more.
“I swear that if the both of you don’t shut up this instant I will lock you up together in a windowless room for a week so that you can solve your issues there!”, she threatened and both of the boys swallowed. It wasn’t often that Wy became this serious, but when she did it would be smarter for them to do as the Australian micronation wished. She could become very …intimidating, to put it in a nice way.
After she had made sure that those two idiots would stop arguing like the immature brats they were, Wy turned to the rest of the gathered micronations.
“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!
Molossia, who was eating much more slowly than America, tried to restrain himself from smiling. It seemed like England was making a fool of himself as well. Probably he was no threat to him after all. He was just arguing with America as always. Surely the blue-eyed young man didn’t think of England as something more than a friend or someone who was just yelling at him all the time. But on the other hand, the island country did try to manipulate his date. So what?
Suddenly America licked some strawberry sauce from his lips and then raised his head to look at Molossia. “’twas a really good idea to come here, dude!”, he said, grinning. “I mean, for someone who isn’t an awesome hero like me. Really cool, dude!”
England rolled his eyes at this remark. Molossia blushed furiously when America addressed him directly. Now was the perfect opportunity! He could ask him if he wanted to come here more often. Specifically, if he wanted to come here with Molossia more often. All he had to do was to open his own fucking mouth and ask. So… why couldn’t he just do it?
The micronation reddened even more and looked away flustered. “I… uh…”, he began. “You see-“
“Yeah?”, America seemingly didn’t sense the slight discomfort the other was in, and looked at him expectantly. “What do you wanna say, dude?”
Molossia gasped for air and shook his head. He couldn’t say it! He couldn’t! It was like officially admitting that he liked America and wanted to spend time with him. Oh god, now his heart was beating frantically, like he’d just run a race. This was… this was… he felt like he might explode. He wanted to die from shame right now or become invisible. That was possible for countries. Molossia had once heard about some place –he’d forgotten the name of it- kind of next to America, who was invisible all the time. What he’d give right now for such an ability!
“I-I-I wanted”, the would-be country stammered. ‘Fucking pull yourself together!’, Molossia scolded himself mentally. ‘You probably won’t get another fucking chance!’
England stood up from the little white table they were sitting at. “I think we should be going, America”, he told the younger country who had by now eaten the whole cup of ice cream. “I would like to talk to you about the topic you did that speech about at today’s meeting.”
America looked at him questioningly and nodded. “Yeah, okay Iggy.”
Molossia narrowed his eyes. ‘Today’s meeting’ his ass! That stupid motherfucking bastard had planned this entire thing. He wanted to talk America into going so that Molossia himself couldn’t get closer to the guy! That sly little bitch, he would so totally show him.
“Mr. America, wait!”, driven by a new swell of courage, the micronation grabbed America’s wrist just as he was about to stand up and follow England out of this place.
The blue-eyed country turned to him once again. Molossia gulped. This was it! He couldn’t mess it up now! This was his only chance! He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but suddenly felt very nauseous. The world seemed to spin and rotate around him. What the hell was happening? Just as Molossia thought that he was about to faint, they heard another voice coming from the entrance of the little building.
Sealand was standing there, looking at his older brother defiantly, arms crossed.
“Jerk England!”, he declared. “I am going to become independent from you!”
---------- I wanted to tell you that I won’t be able to update next weekend. I’m sorry but next week is going to be very busy and I certainly won’t find the time to write. But the week after that I will update all regularly again ;)
I'm really loving the fic so far. It's utterly adorable! <3 <3 I'm enjoying the tsundereness from both sides, it's as endearing as it is hilarious. Poor Molossia! Your characterisation of him is incredibly entertaining. And wonderful oblivious!America! Everything is great. :D
But, though I love Molossia and all, but I'm still rooting for an England victory, haha. The fangirl heart wants what it wants... I'm looking forward to seeing what happens, though. Everything's good with me! :)
(Just a quick note, though - Sealand is independent from the UK; it's outside of official British jurisdiction. That may or may not be a good thing...)
:D So happy to see an update. I love this fic so much! Especially how you write all the characters. (And Wy. Wy is amazing!) It's nice to see all the micronations around doing something too.
(I'm still rooting for Molossia, but honestly any ending would be good! And I'm curious to see what would happen if Molossia and America were alone. Would poor Molossia be able to speak!?)
I thought Sealand wasn't recognized as an official country by anyone, much less England, so Sealand could be asking for recognition? Or something?
I'm not sure who I want to win, on one hand I love ukusuk, but on the other, Molossia is actually pursuing him (not that America has noticed anything). Of course Molossia may not know how territorial England can get... Sealand oh Sealand you're trying to help your friend and annoy England aren't you?
eeeeeeeep, oh my gosh, words cannot express my love for this, but THIS. IS. WONDERFULLY. ADORABLE. Goodness, I don't know who to cheer for anymore. I undeniably adore UK/US, but Molossia is such a cute darling in his own way! I've only seen fan art -like on pixiv- of this love triangle fighting over our dear American hero so I was so happy to find this fill. Oh gosh. haha, Sealand. He gets to help out a fellow micronation and annoy the hell out of England; it's a win-win situation for him! Though this entire plan will be such a pain in the arse for England. x) I await the next update!
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Untitled, Chapter 3a/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-17 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)----------
Wy had shoved the others behind a corner of the building after America had begun conversing with their friend. It was not like she was afraid of the kind of naïve country suspecting something, no; she simply needed to talk to the other micronations about what they would be doing next.
They had settled on watching how it would be going first, and then they would continue to decide what to do about England, who was at the moment standing behind America ominously.
Wy peeked around the corner cautiously, hoping that the island country wouldn’t spot her. She watched as Molossia tried to speak to America and groaned because he did a pretty poor job at it. Seriously, that guy was so awkward! The female micronation got the feeling that they had to interfere soon, because it seemed like everything their friend did was to succeed in making a fool of himself, the poor boy.
Just as she turned around to address her friends, who had been standing behind her because she had forbidden for all of them to watch –there would have been no way England wouldn’t have noticed six micronations at once spying on them!- Sealand spoke up again.
“You know, guys, Molossia still doesn’t have a codename.”
Ladonia rolled his eyes. “So? Who cares about that right now? At the moment we have way more important things to do.” He then shrugged and sneered at the boy in the sailor suit. “But I guess it’s natural for you to be childish like that and only think about the unimportant stuff. After all, your country has only four citizens, so what should one expect?”
“It’s not like you have much more citizens! There doesn’t even live anyone in your country!”, Sealand replied crossly. “And why is it not important for Molossia to get a codename? Isn’t it unfair that all of us got one but he didn’t?”
“How is this unfair and who cares about those stupid codenames anyway? It was you who wanted them”, was Ladonia’s snide remark. “And by the way, I have at least 15000 citizens who don’t live in my country because I’m an Internet nation and way smarter than you will ever be! Your body is just made of steel! That’s so pathetic!”
“How am I pathetic you stupid airhead!”, the other micronation all but snarled angrily. “At least Papa Sweden likes me! You’re just a pain in his ass!”
Ladonia looked at him with wide eyes, now clearly offended. After a few seconds Sealand’s words had sunk in and his expression became one of fury. “Take that back this instant!”, he hissed. “Sweden loves me because I am his only real child! You were just adopted so you have NO right to call him ‘Papa’!”
Sealand tried to speak up again –most likely to say something equally nasty to what Ladonia had said-, but was interrupted by Wy once more.
“I swear that if the both of you don’t shut up this instant I will lock you up together in a windowless room for a week so that you can solve your issues there!”, she threatened and both of the boys swallowed. It wasn’t often that Wy became this serious, but when she did it would be smarter for them to do as the Australian micronation wished. She could become very …intimidating, to put it in a nice way.
After she had made sure that those two idiots would stop arguing like the immature brats they were, Wy turned to the rest of the gathered micronations.
Re: Untitled, Chapter 3b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-17 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)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!
Re: Untitled, Chapter 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-17 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)Suddenly America licked some strawberry sauce from his lips and then raised his head to look at Molossia. “’twas a really good idea to come here, dude!”, he said, grinning. “I mean, for someone who isn’t an awesome hero like me. Really cool, dude!”
England rolled his eyes at this remark. Molossia blushed furiously when America addressed him directly. Now was the perfect opportunity! He could ask him if he wanted to come here more often. Specifically, if he wanted to come here with Molossia more often. All he had to do was to open his own fucking mouth and ask. So… why couldn’t he just do it?
The micronation reddened even more and looked away flustered. “I… uh…”, he began. “You see-“
“Yeah?”, America seemingly didn’t sense the slight discomfort the other was in, and looked at him expectantly. “What do you wanna say, dude?”
Molossia gasped for air and shook his head. He couldn’t say it! He couldn’t! It was like officially admitting that he liked America and wanted to spend time with him. Oh god, now his heart was beating frantically, like he’d just run a race. This was… this was… he felt like he might explode. He wanted to die from shame right now or become invisible. That was possible for countries. Molossia had once heard about some place –he’d forgotten the name of it- kind of next to America, who was invisible all the time. What he’d give right now for such an ability!
“I-I-I wanted”, the would-be country stammered. ‘Fucking pull yourself together!’, Molossia scolded himself mentally. ‘You probably won’t get another fucking chance!’
England stood up from the little white table they were sitting at. “I think we should be going, America”, he told the younger country who had by now eaten the whole cup of ice cream. “I would like to talk to you about the topic you did that speech about at today’s meeting.”
America looked at him questioningly and nodded. “Yeah, okay Iggy.”
Molossia narrowed his eyes. ‘Today’s meeting’ his ass! That stupid motherfucking bastard had planned this entire thing. He wanted to talk America into going so that Molossia himself couldn’t get closer to the guy! That sly little bitch, he would so totally show him.
“Mr. America, wait!”, driven by a new swell of courage, the micronation grabbed America’s wrist just as he was about to stand up and follow England out of this place.
The blue-eyed country turned to him once again. Molossia gulped. This was it! He couldn’t mess it up now! This was his only chance! He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but suddenly felt very nauseous. The world seemed to spin and rotate around him. What the hell was happening? Just as Molossia thought that he was about to faint, they heard another voice coming from the entrance of the little building.
Sealand was standing there, looking at his older brother defiantly, arms crossed.
“Jerk England!”, he declared. “I am going to become independent from you!”
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I wanted to tell you that I won’t be able to update next weekend. I’m sorry but next week is going to be very busy and I certainly won’t find the time to write.
But the week after that I will update all regularly again ;)
Re: Untitled, Chapter 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-17 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)I'm really loving the fic so far. It's utterly adorable! <3 <3 I'm enjoying the tsundereness from both sides, it's as endearing as it is hilarious. Poor Molossia! Your characterisation of him is incredibly entertaining. And wonderful oblivious!America! Everything is great. :D
But, though I love Molossia and all, but I'm still rooting for an England victory, haha. The fangirl heart wants what it wants... I'm looking forward to seeing what happens, though. Everything's good with me! :)
(Just a quick note, though - Sealand is independent from the UK; it's outside of official British jurisdiction. That may or may not be a good thing...)
Re: Untitled, Chapter 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-17 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Untitled, Chapter 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-17 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)(I'm still rooting for Molossia, but honestly any ending would be good! And I'm curious to see what would happen if Molossia and America were alone. Would poor Molossia be able to speak!?)
I thought Sealand wasn't recognized as an official country by anyone, much less England, so Sealand could be asking for recognition? Or something?
Re: Untitled, Chapter 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-19 05:28 am (UTC)(link)Re: Untitled, Chapter 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-04-14 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Untitled, Chapter 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-08-10 08:38 am (UTC)(link)I await the next update!