Tap. Tap. Tap. England was rapping his fingers on the end table near the couch to signify he wanted something. America cast a glance over at him and saw he was looking more pissed off than usual. America couldn‘t blame him though; he probably wouldn’t be happy being eight months pregnant and having the most bizarre sense of taste he’d ever seen.
Tap. Tap. Tap.“What is it you’re craving now, Iggy
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“France! Thank god you answered! I need your help!” America exclaimed, glad that France was for once able to answer his phone and wasn’t busy with… other matters.
“Ah, Amérique! What seems to be the problem? Is Angleterre alright?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. Well, for now. Me on the other hand? Not so much.”
“What’s wrong, mon fils?”
“He wants to eat a unicorn.”
“Excusé-moi?”
“He’s craving a fucking unicorn! What am I supposed to do?! France, you’re the one who knew England the longest. Where the hell can I find a unicorn to feed him?!”
“I can not believe that Angleterre would actually want to eat one of his precious licorne.”
“Well believe it because he wants one and wants one bad.”
“I do not know a solution for you, Amérique. Perhaps you can call up Canada? I believe he has the ‘sight’ as well
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Tap. Tap. Tap. England was rapping his fingers on the end table near the couch to signify he wanted something. America cast a glance over at him and saw he was looking more pissed off than usual. America couldn‘t blame him though; he probably wouldn’t be happy being eight months pregnant and having the most bizarre sense of taste he’d ever seen.
Tap. Tap. Tap.“What is it you’re craving now, Iggy ( ... )
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“Bonjour?”
“France! Thank god you answered! I need your help!” America exclaimed, glad that France was for once able to answer his phone and wasn’t busy with… other matters.
“Ah, Amérique! What seems to be the problem? Is Angleterre alright?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. Well, for now. Me on the other hand? Not so much.”
“What’s wrong, mon fils?”
“He wants to eat a unicorn.”
“Excusé-moi?”
“He’s craving a fucking unicorn! What am I supposed to do?! France, you’re the one who knew England the longest. Where the hell can I find a unicorn to feed him?!”
“I can not believe that Angleterre would actually want to eat one of his precious licorne.”
“Well believe it because he wants one and wants one bad.”
“I do not know a solution for you, Amérique. Perhaps you can call up Canada? I believe he has the ‘sight’ as well ( ... )
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Oh, ARTHUR! XDDDD Great fill, anon :-)
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FYI, the unicorn baby items made me dawww~
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