Couples fight, that’s a given in any time or place. You know the ones, those little fight you can’t remember how they started yet you and your partner were giving each other dirty looks and sleeping in different beds for about three days until you made up because either neither of you could remember how the fight started or one, or both, had caved in due to loneliness and admitted you were wrong.
These kinds of fight happen no matter the gender of the two dating, how good their relationship is… and apparently even if you’re a nation.
This is the tale of how England and Ame-
“You wanker!”
Well, there goes my intro but I guess it’s better than nothing. This, as you might be able to tell by the colourful yet ineffective-due-to-overuse language, is England, a dirty blond haired nation with emerald eyes, a small and lean build and, most notably to his character, overly bushy eyebrows which could be most aptly described as ‘two caterpillars who crawled on his face and died, most likely due to his bad cooking’.
“Dude, seriously stop shouting!”
The other who uses dude in most every sentence when he can, is America. America, land of the free, a more cleanly blond haired, muscled, tall (relative to England), sky-blue eyed and air-headed man who had the innate ability to annoy about half the countries in the world, ignore the other half and terrify one Canadian with a chain-saw. He was also England’s lover. They had been going out for a good few years now and in that time, besides the occasional teasing about the aforementioned eyebrows or butchering of the English language, they worked quite well together, both out and *ahem* in bed.
But right now they were having an argument as you can tell, not about bushy facial features of slang, but something a little more serious yet petty.
Over the last few months, and arguably years, both nations had had pressure piled onto them by their superiors. Economically with England being in the middle of a double-dip recession and America marching on the borderline of one. Along with economic problems, both countries had been subjected to various political fallacies and now things were coming to a head.
But the one thing that had tipped them over the edge, the one little itsy-bittsy detail that had sparked this argument had been… the washing machine breaking down.
On Rather Soapy Rocks [Part 1]
These kinds of fight happen no matter the gender of the two dating, how good their relationship is… and apparently even if you’re a nation.
This is the tale of how England and Ame-
“You wanker!”
Well, there goes my intro but I guess it’s better than nothing. This, as you might be able to tell by the colourful yet ineffective-due-to-overuse language, is England, a dirty blond haired nation with emerald eyes, a small and lean build and, most notably to his character, overly bushy eyebrows which could be most aptly described as ‘two caterpillars who crawled on his face and died, most likely due to his bad cooking’.
“Dude, seriously stop shouting!”
The other who uses dude in most every sentence when he can, is America. America, land of the free, a more cleanly blond haired, muscled, tall (relative to England), sky-blue eyed and air-headed man who had the innate ability to annoy about half the countries in the world, ignore the other half and terrify one Canadian with a chain-saw. He was also England’s lover.
They had been going out for a good few years now and in that time, besides the occasional teasing about the aforementioned eyebrows or butchering of the English language, they worked quite well together, both out and *ahem* in bed.
But right now they were having an argument as you can tell, not about bushy facial features of slang, but something a little more serious yet petty.
Over the last few months, and arguably years, both nations had had pressure piled onto them by their superiors. Economically with England being in the middle of a double-dip recession and America marching on the borderline of one. Along with economic problems, both countries had been subjected to various political fallacies and now things were coming to a head.
But the one thing that had tipped them over the edge, the one little itsy-bittsy detail that had sparked this argument had been… the washing machine breaking down.