Traditions [1a/1]archangelunmeiAugust 29 2010, 22:00:42 UTC
When you live for hundreds of years, it's surprisingly easy to fall into routines and habits, repeating the same trips and actions over and over, year after year. Sometimes, these routines go on so long that they become tradition. For instance, some parties might argue that France and England's constant bickering was at this point nothing more than tradition.
But, for the last twenty years or so, the two of them had fallen into a very different sort of tradition. A secret ritual to be repeated every summer and never to be spoken of to anyone else.
So when England showed up in Paris already more than half drunk, France wasn't exactly surprised. He was, however, somewhat annoyed. It meant he had some catching up to do.
"'S... 's all like this," England gestured with his bottle of beer as France drank good wine far too fast to be proper. "'s like... dolphins."
France stopped drinking long enough to blink at him. Even he was thrown off by that one. "Dolphins?"
"Yeah," England took another drink. "Dolphins. 'Merica has 'em all. Trains 'em
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Traditions [1b/1]archangelunmeiAugust 29 2010, 22:02:39 UTC
France sighed again, taking another sip of wine. "Children grow up," he repeated, mostly to himself. "As Nations, we're just lucky they grow up much slower, we can keep them with us longer. But we still have to let them go." He looked sideways at England. "Unless you plan to go pirate again and retake them by force?"
England just snorted. They both knew they days of the British Empire were quite over. England stretched his arms over his head, then got up to go claim another beer, walking only slightly unsteadily. "How'd we end up like this, France?" he asked over his shoulder. "Sitting around moaning like two old grandmothers. I remember when you and Napoleon were trying to take over the world."
"Yes, and that worked out so well for us, thank you for the reminder. I remember when your Navy was something to be feared."
"It still is!" England insisted defensively. "...Ish." He closed the refrigerator with a little more force than was necessary. "Do you ever miss the days when you could just go out and kick arse instead of having to sit
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When you live for hundreds of years, it's surprisingly easy to fall into routines and habits, repeating the same trips and actions over and over, year after year. Sometimes, these routines go on so long that they become tradition. For instance, some parties might argue that France and England's constant bickering was at this point nothing more than tradition.
But, for the last twenty years or so, the two of them had fallen into a very different sort of tradition. A secret ritual to be repeated every summer and never to be spoken of to anyone else.
So when England showed up in Paris already more than half drunk, France wasn't exactly surprised. He was, however, somewhat annoyed. It meant he had some catching up to do.
"'S... 's all like this," England gestured with his bottle of beer as France drank good wine far too fast to be proper. "'s like... dolphins."
France stopped drinking long enough to blink at him. Even he was thrown off by that one. "Dolphins?"
"Yeah," England took another drink. "Dolphins. 'Merica has 'em all. Trains 'em ( ... )
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France sighed again, taking another sip of wine. "Children grow up," he repeated, mostly to himself. "As Nations, we're just lucky they grow up much slower, we can keep them with us longer. But we still have to let them go." He looked sideways at England. "Unless you plan to go pirate again and retake them by force?"
England just snorted. They both knew they days of the British Empire were quite over. England stretched his arms over his head, then got up to go claim another beer, walking only slightly unsteadily. "How'd we end up like this, France?" he asked over his shoulder. "Sitting around moaning like two old grandmothers. I remember when you and Napoleon were trying to take over the world."
"Yes, and that worked out so well for us, thank you for the reminder. I remember when your Navy was something to be feared."
"It still is!" England insisted defensively. "...Ish." He closed the refrigerator with a little more force than was necessary. "Do you ever miss the days when you could just go out and kick arse instead of having to sit ( ... )
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