The sun’s rays broke the horizon and England strolled into America’s room.
“Good morning,” England greeted the quiet room. He looked about for the younger nation, “America?”
The Brit’s glanced about the room, “America?”
A moan came from the lump on the bed. England had assumed it was just blankets, but now that he was looking closer he could see the tall outline of his colony laying in bed. His eyebrows disappeared under his fringe. America had always been an early riser.
“Come on America,” England smirked, pulling at the covers, “it’s time to greet the day.”
“Shaddup,” America murmured pushing his face deeper into the pillow. England growled.
A tan arm snaked out from under the covers. Groggily the owner of the arm picked up a wooden statue next to his bed and hurled it at the noise. England was barely able to get out of the way in time. The wooden horse collided with a thunk on the other side of the room.
“I’m sleepin’,” America mumbled.
“Not after that you’re not!” England said as he ripped back the covers.
“Go ‘way John,” Alfred said face down in the mattress.
“America!” England shouted.
America scrambled to sit up, “England?” He rubbed at his eyes, “Shit! Sorry, I forgot you were here!”
“How uncouth you’ve become in my absence! Swearing and throwing things around like a street urchin!” The Empire continued lecturing as he pulled America from his bed. The two made their way down to the kitchen were America was greeted with a plate of burnt breakfast.
“It’s cold,” America said as he choked down a piece of scorched bacon.
“Well if you’d gotten up when I’d first called you it would have been warm.”
America pouted but forced the rest of the meal down.
“What do you think, should we go down to the town and do something fun today?”
America looked up. Maybe he could show England the tavern where he’d been hanging out recently.
“Sure,” America replied smiling, “That’d be fun. I can show you the tavern and forge and...” America gushed about all the different places he’d been and things he’d been doing. England smiled, glad to be back.
America and England walked side by side into the town center. A horse quickly rode up along side them sending up a cloud of dust. When the dust settled the rider had dismounted and was pulling out a ream of paper bound in a red ribbon with a wax seal.
“Sir Arthur, might I beg a moment of you time?” The rider who was wearing the crown’s uniform asked.
“Of course, Corporal,” England smiled, “what are you in need of?”
The officer was quick to explain, “Military strategies from Governor Sir William Phips in relations to the Indian devils raiding the outskirts of town. Sir.”
England sighed but nodded. He turned to Alfred who had watched the exchange with keen eyes. America was meant to be out on a peace talk as a translator in two days so he was curious about what was being said.
“Why don’t you go play while the grown ups talk.”
America’s jaw loosened.
“Run along,” England said while shooing America towards the commons. America stood slack jawed as England turned about to review the plans, intentionally excluding America from the conversation.
Alfred stormed over to fence spitting curses. He was not some snot nosed school boy who could be dismissed. He was nearly an adult! He should be able to make decisions for himself about his people. It’s not like he hadn’t been doing it before England showed up! America kicked at the ground.
Grazing dairy cows meandered along the commons. One wandered over to the fuming youth. Frustrated he stuck a hand out and let the creature sniff at him. He sighed and rubbed the cow’s nose. How could he make England treat him like an adult?
Ah, I must have botched up when I requested, I was wanting something set after the canon scene where England comes back to find America has grown taller than him. Sorry to make you go through the trouble of writing a setup meeting. OTL
But more importantly, I love how this is going! I like how concise your writing style is and how you write the characters. England is pretty much exactly what I had in mind, and America's conflicted feelings regarding England's treatment of him are great. I'm definitely looking forward to more!
“Come now America, it’s past time for all good colonies to be in bed,” England said as he herded America towards the stairs.
“But I don’t go to sleep this early anymore!” America interjected. He should have spoken to England earlier about this ridiculous curfew.
“I can tell you’re tired. Someone’s cranky,” England continued on.
“I’m not a kid anymore!” America exclaimed then added, “and I’m not cranky!” England scowled at the teen.
“Bed time is an hour after sunset. You know that,” England sighed, “I know it’s hard getting back into our routine after I’ve been away for so long. Don’t worry poppet, everything will sorted out soon.”
“England, I’ve got plans this evening with my friends,” America stated.
“Who wants a bed time story before they go to sleep tonight?” England announced as he ushered America up the stairs.
“You aren’t listening to me anymore, are you?” America sighed. He had plans and wasn’t sick; therefore, there was no reason for him to be going to bed. England paused once they reached the landing.
“Oh flying mint bunny!” The Brit smiled, “You think America would like a story? I don’t know he’s been a bit of a brat today.”
England went on for several minutes talking the air. America eyed the front door.
“I’m just going to leave then... uh ok...” America trailed off.
While England was still talking to his imaginary friends America left. Steven, Charles and he were going swimming in the quarry one last time before it got too cold. He was suppose to bring booze, but (after finding it) England had been keeping it locked away which meant that America had to stop at the pub before he could head over.
America mounted and rode quickly, hoping that England would give up once America was out of the house. But some part of him knew, even if it wouldn’t admit it, that that wasn’t going to happen.
America stopped at the tavern and grabbed a few bottles of rum. The colony had pulled out his money to pay the owner, Mr. Riley, when the front door was kicked in.
“Alfred Fredrick Jones!”
America paled and slowly turned towards the door, praying he was hallucinating. But no, there glowering at the crowd was a seething, green eyed British Empire.
The blond nation stormed over, “what do you think you’re doing?!”
America froze in shock and embarrassment. The nation stalked over to him and ripped the rum out of his hands. England slammed the alcohol on the bar and turned his furious glare upon Mr. Riley.
“Pray that I don’t find you selling alcohol to my colony again.”
Mr. Riley swallowed drily and gave a half nod. Alfred was beyond angry, who was England to treat him like some misbehaving child?! It was one thing to indulge in a bedtime story in the privacy of their own home, but another to be called out in front of the entire freaking town!
The teenage colony opened his mouth to reply when England reached up and grabbed America’s ear. America howled and stooped in attempt to lessen the pain.
“Are you absolutely daft? ‘Tis way past your bed time! And drinking before bed! You know you can’t do that! You’ll wake up with wet sheets!”
America’s fury wilted in mortification. Every villager and their mother was going to know about this by tomorrow morning.
“Excuse me,” England said to a shocked Mr. Riley, “I have an errant colony to get to bed.”
With that England turned and stalked towards the door dragging a red faced America along behind him. America wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. No one would ever treat him the same again. They’d just see some bratty little kid who had a curfew and bedwetting problems.
Poor America, this is not how he will earn respect from his people. England saying stuff like “I can tell you’re tired. Someone’s cranky,” sounds just like something he would use frequently. I liked your England's voice in general.
Daaang, England. My hand hit my face at the line about America being cranky and I seriously read through my fingers from there on. This is exactly the kind of attitude and behavior I was looking for, author-anon. Thank you so much, I am on the edge of my seat for more.
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Re: Grown 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)“Good morning,” England greeted the quiet room. He looked about for the younger nation,
“America?”
The Brit’s glanced about the room, “America?”
A moan came from the lump on the bed. England had assumed it was just blankets, but now that he was looking closer he could see the tall outline of his colony laying in bed. His eyebrows disappeared under his fringe. America had always been an early riser.
“Come on America,” England smirked, pulling at the covers, “it’s time to greet the day.”
“Shaddup,” America murmured pushing his face deeper into the pillow. England growled.
A tan arm snaked out from under the covers. Groggily the owner of the arm picked up a wooden statue next to his bed and hurled it at the noise. England was barely able to get out of the way in time. The wooden horse collided with a thunk on the other side of the room.
“I’m sleepin’,” America mumbled.
“Not after that you’re not!” England said as he ripped back the covers.
“Go ‘way John,” Alfred said face down in the mattress.
“America!” England shouted.
America scrambled to sit up, “England?” He rubbed at his eyes, “Shit! Sorry, I forgot you were here!”
“How uncouth you’ve become in my absence! Swearing and throwing things around like a street urchin!” The Empire continued lecturing as he pulled America from his bed. The two made their way down to the kitchen were America was greeted with a plate of burnt breakfast.
“It’s cold,” America said as he choked down a piece of scorched bacon.
“Well if you’d gotten up when I’d first called you it would have been warm.”
America pouted but forced the rest of the meal down.
“What do you think, should we go down to the town and do something fun today?”
America looked up. Maybe he could show England the tavern where he’d been hanging out recently.
“Sure,” America replied smiling, “That’d be fun. I can show you the tavern and forge and...” America gushed about all the different places he’d been and things he’d been doing. England smiled, glad to be back.
Re: Grown 4/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)“Sir Arthur, might I beg a moment of you time?” The rider who was wearing the crown’s uniform asked.
“Of course, Corporal,” England smiled, “what are you in need of?”
The officer was quick to explain, “Military strategies from Governor Sir William Phips in relations to the Indian devils raiding the outskirts of town. Sir.”
England sighed but nodded. He turned to Alfred who had watched the exchange with keen eyes. America was meant to be out on a peace talk as a translator in two days so he was curious about what was being said.
“Why don’t you go play while the grown ups talk.”
America’s jaw loosened.
“Run along,” England said while shooing America towards the commons. America stood slack jawed as England turned about to review the plans, intentionally excluding America from the conversation.
Alfred stormed over to fence spitting curses. He was not some snot nosed school boy who could be dismissed. He was nearly an adult! He should be able to make decisions for himself about his people. It’s not like he hadn’t been doing it before England showed up! America kicked at the ground.
Grazing dairy cows meandered along the commons. One wandered over to the fuming youth. Frustrated he stuck a hand out and let the creature sniff at him. He sighed and rubbed the cow’s nose. How could he make England treat him like an adult?
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)But more importantly, I love how this is going! I like how concise your writing style is and how you write the characters. England is pretty much exactly what I had in mind, and America's conflicted feelings regarding England's treatment of him are great. I'm definitely looking forward to more!
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-07 01:26 am (UTC)(link)Glad you're liking it (even with the reunion confusion lol)!
Re: Grown 4/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Grown 5/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 01:09 am (UTC)(link)“But I don’t go to sleep this early anymore!” America interjected. He should have spoken to England earlier about this ridiculous curfew.
“I can tell you’re tired. Someone’s cranky,” England continued on.
“I’m not a kid anymore!” America exclaimed then added, “and I’m not cranky!”
England scowled at the teen.
“Bed time is an hour after sunset. You know that,” England sighed, “I know it’s hard getting back into our routine after I’ve been away for so long. Don’t worry poppet, everything will sorted out soon.”
“England, I’ve got plans this evening with my friends,” America stated.
“Who wants a bed time story before they go to sleep tonight?” England announced as he ushered America up the stairs.
“You aren’t listening to me anymore, are you?” America sighed. He had plans and wasn’t sick; therefore, there was no reason for him to be going to bed. England paused once they reached the landing.
“Oh flying mint bunny!” The Brit smiled, “You think America would like a story? I don’t know he’s been a bit of a brat today.”
England went on for several minutes talking the air. America eyed the front door.
“I’m just going to leave then... uh ok...” America trailed off.
While England was still talking to his imaginary friends America left. Steven, Charles and he were going swimming in the quarry one last time before it got too cold. He was suppose to bring booze, but (after finding it) England had been keeping it locked away which meant that America had to stop at the pub before he could head over.
America mounted and rode quickly, hoping that England would give up once America was out of the house. But some part of him knew, even if it wouldn’t admit it, that that wasn’t going to happen.
America stopped at the tavern and grabbed a few bottles of rum. The colony had pulled out his money to pay the owner, Mr. Riley, when the front door was kicked in.
“Alfred Fredrick Jones!”
America paled and slowly turned towards the door, praying he was hallucinating. But no, there glowering at the crowd was a seething, green eyed British Empire.
The blond nation stormed over, “what do you think you’re doing?!”
America froze in shock and embarrassment. The nation stalked over to him and ripped the rum out of his hands. England slammed the alcohol on the bar and turned his furious glare upon Mr. Riley.
“Pray that I don’t find you selling alcohol to my colony again.”
Mr. Riley swallowed drily and gave a half nod. Alfred was beyond angry, who was England to treat him like some misbehaving child?! It was one thing to indulge in a bedtime story in the privacy of their own home, but another to be called out in front of the entire freaking town!
The teenage colony opened his mouth to reply when England reached up and grabbed America’s ear. America howled and stooped in attempt to lessen the pain.
“Are you absolutely daft? ‘Tis way past your bed time! And drinking before bed! You know you can’t do that! You’ll wake up with wet sheets!”
America’s fury wilted in mortification. Every villager and their mother was going to know about this by tomorrow morning.
“Excuse me,” England said to a shocked Mr. Riley, “I have an errant colony to get to bed.”
With that England turned and stalked towards the door dragging a red faced America along behind him. America wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. No one would ever treat him the same again. They’d just see some bratty little kid who had a curfew and bedwetting problems.
Re: Grown 5/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 01:45 am (UTC)(link)Now for some good ol' over the knee spanking.OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 04:28 am (UTC)(link)