US/UK - handcuffed for a week
anonymous
August 15 2009, 17:45:31 UTC
America and England has to spend one week handcuffed to each other (reason is up to anon). In the beginning they are snarky and hurtful to each other (you know… their default mode) and then things progress to a better understanding (since they can’t run away to calm down anyway) to end in fluff and happily ever after. =)
Bonus:
1. America ends up making England cry and it terribly upset about it 2. They have to attend a meeting this way
The Chains That Bind [1a/7]
anonymous
August 24 2009, 02:22:09 UTC
So. Yes. This shall have seven parts, one for each day they are handcuffed. I’ll try to put in as much humor/fluff as I can. ;) [Note: this is the second Writer!Anon that wanted to try this out.] ~*~*~* The meeting had been going on as normal, and they still hadn’t gotten anything done. When it ended, America decided to stay behind and accompany England and France to the hotel. In the morning, the Englishman and Frenchman met him in the lobby, and they took the same taxi. America honestly regretted his decision to go with them. He and England got into a very heated argument, paying no heed to France. That was their first mistake. The rule was to always keep an eye on the Frenchman, no matter what
( ... )
The Chains That Bind [1b/7]
anonymous
August 24 2009, 14:49:05 UTC
“So…uh…what do you want for dinner, England?” the blond asked nervously when acid green eyes met his sky blue. He was silent for a moment, considering the question seriously
( ... )
The Chains That Bind [1c/7]
anonymous
August 24 2009, 16:46:10 UTC
The blond American cleared his throat, catching his companion’s attention.
“So…England…um, we have a bit of a problem with taking our shirts off,” he started out, avoiding the other nation’s emerald eyes. Alfred repressed a shiver when he felt those same eyes boring into the side of his head. Oh, man, England was going to kill him for the suggestion. “I…have a pair or two of fabric scissors, so…”
“No. Absolutely not,” England replied, “You will not destroy this suit, America!”
“Damn it, England, what choice do we have?! Do you want to sleep in your work clothes?! We can always buy new ones!” America stated, his tone surprisingly firm and logical to the Englishman. The two continued to bicker back and forth, but Alfred was not giving an inch. Eventually, England sighed in frustration and gave up. During the argument, the American had also remembered that they were going to have trouble putting shit on as well.
Fucking hell… Alfred sighed and pointed out the “putting clothes on” problem to his companion. They were silent
( ... )
Augh sorry it took me so long to review this. Anon, this is lovely, and it's exactly what I wanted. I was smiling all the way through - lol, I hadn't even considered the clothes thing. They have to use the same shirt for the whole week (and I definetly want to see them taking a shower, lolz).
ILU, please update soon! <3
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It's alright. Haha, I'm just glad you like it. And the clothes thing I just considered during the writing. You'll see what happens with the shirt situation, although Arthur won't like it. ;)
ILU2 for coming up with this idea. :3
ReCaptcha: vagabond kind. Why, yes, he does love me if that is my reward. XD
Bonus:
1. America ends up making England cry and it terribly upset about it
2. They have to attend a meeting this way
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~*~*~*
The meeting had been going on as normal, and they still hadn’t gotten anything done. When it ended, America decided to stay behind and accompany England and France to the hotel. In the morning, the Englishman and Frenchman met him in the lobby, and they took the same taxi. America honestly regretted his decision to go with them. He and England got into a very heated argument, paying no heed to France. That was their first mistake. The rule was to always keep an eye on the Frenchman, no matter what ( ... )
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I was smiling the whole time, anon, this is lovely and looks really promissing! I'll be F5ing like mad now. \o/
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“So…England…um, we have a bit of a problem with taking our shirts off,” he started out, avoiding the other nation’s emerald eyes. Alfred repressed a shiver when he felt those same eyes boring into the side of his head. Oh, man, England was going to kill him for the suggestion. “I…have a pair or two of fabric scissors, so…”
“No. Absolutely not,” England replied, “You will not destroy this suit, America!”
“Damn it, England, what choice do we have?! Do you want to sleep in your work clothes?! We can always buy new ones!” America stated, his tone surprisingly firm and logical to the Englishman. The two continued to bicker back and forth, but Alfred was not giving an inch. Eventually, England sighed in frustration and gave up. During the argument, the American had also remembered that they were going to have trouble putting shit on as well.
Fucking hell… Alfred sighed and pointed out the “putting clothes on” problem to his companion. They were silent ( ... )
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Can't wait for the rest, anon!
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ILU, please update soon! <3
ReCaptcha: awarding has. See, he loves you too. \o/
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ILU2 for coming up with this idea. :3
ReCaptcha: vagabond kind. Why, yes, he does love me if that is my reward. XD
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