I Want *Him* - Part 1a
anonymous
November 10 2009, 20:57:27 UTC
A/N: the rest in a bit
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-Ding Dong-
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“Well why the hell aren’t those yanks answering the door, then? Awful hosts, the lot of them. Forgot the dinner was tonight did they?” John Bull huffed out
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I Want *Him* - Part 1b
anonymous
November 10 2009, 20:58:46 UTC
“Hullo there again, Sam.” The stout man smirked out and stuck out his hand. “Still wearing those striped trousers to make yourself look taller and seedier, I see
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I Want *Him* - Part 2a
anonymous
November 11 2009, 01:12:19 UTC
A/N: sorry for spelling in the first parts, this is going a little longer than I intended, but… once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to write Sam and Bull so…
Once the guests from Britain had gotten themselves settled in, Uncle Sam and John Bull had retired to the TV room to wait under England’s insistence that he and America would go and prepare everything to be set out for dinner.
The two younger personifications had then gone to the Land of the Free’s kitchen, where England (in a frustrated motion) began unwrapping his roast, and America went to fetch all the grilled burgers and veggies he’d done.
“You know I’ve got the patio furniture out right now. We could set up the umbrella and eat outside, maybe put out the awning-”
“Don’t be daft, America.” England finally grit out, ending his short vow of self-imposed silence. “Roast beef and potatoes shouldn’t be eaten outside.” The Briton sighed and leaned against the kitchen countertop, putting a hand to his forehead
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I Want *Him* - Part 2b
anonymous
November 11 2009, 01:16:44 UTC
“Where do you keep your fags?”
America froze, the hair on the back of his neck prickling as he sweat nervously. “Urh.. I- …. Say again?”
“Are you daft?” Bull frowned and asked in a disturbing parody of what England had said to him earlier. “Fags, man. Fags.”
America’s smile became more and more alarmed.
Uncle Sam snorted and shut off the TV. “You can shut it with your crazy British slang, Bull-y beast.”
The bearded American personification rolled his eyes up and nodded at his counterpart.
“Get me some of those cigarettes, huh America! You know the kind I smoked while counting war bonds back in the day. I’ll take a smoke after we eat that Wholesome American Meal!“Uh yeah, sure Uncle
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Re: I Want *Him* - Part 2b
anonymous
November 11 2009, 02:12:25 UTC
WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW
Anon and OP, you are simply amazing at coming up with this!! I've always imagine the real life personifications to be the Hetalia-counterpart's relative in some way but --OMIGOSH--this is working perfectly!!
Re: I Want *Him* - Part 2b
anonymous
November 11 2009, 02:17:52 UTC
Ah! I love it. And the sound of long. Uncle Sam speaking in "emphasized threes" was clever, and the snarkiness between Bull and Sam is great! I can't wait for the next part Author!Anon.
Re: I Want *Him* - Part 2b
anonymous
January 3 2010, 07:22:58 UTC
Just so you know, every time Uncle Sam says something in italics with an exclamation point, I imagine him saying it while slightly bent and pointing at whoever he's talking to.
America and England are in a relationship and they're trying to keep it under wraps.
Hilarity ensues.
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-Ding Dong- -Ding Dong- -Diiiiiiing Dong-
“Well why the hell aren’t those yanks answering the door, then? Awful hosts, the lot of them. Forgot the dinner was tonight did they?” John Bull huffed out ( ... )
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I could not stop grinning. I love the characterization of the old fellows especially. I can't wait for more.
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HOLY SHIT ANON.
This classic political cartoon nerd loves you to death.
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Once the guests from Britain had gotten themselves settled in, Uncle Sam and John Bull had retired to the TV room to wait under England’s insistence that he and America would go and prepare everything to be set out for dinner.
The two younger personifications had then gone to the Land of the Free’s kitchen, where England (in a frustrated motion) began unwrapping his roast, and America went to fetch all the grilled burgers and veggies he’d done.
“You know I’ve got the patio furniture out right now. We could set up the umbrella and eat outside, maybe put out the awning-”
“Don’t be daft, America.” England finally grit out, ending his short vow of self-imposed silence. “Roast beef and potatoes shouldn’t be eaten outside.” The Briton sighed and leaned against the kitchen countertop, putting a hand to his forehead ( ... )
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America froze, the hair on the back of his neck prickling as he sweat nervously. “Urh.. I- …. Say again?”
“Are you daft?” Bull frowned and asked in a disturbing parody of what England had said to him earlier. “Fags, man. Fags.”
America’s smile became more and more alarmed.
Uncle Sam snorted and shut off the TV. “You can shut it with your crazy British slang, Bull-y beast.”
The bearded American personification rolled his eyes up and nodded at his counterpart.
“Get me some of those cigarettes, huh America! You know the kind I smoked while counting war bonds back in the day. I’ll take a smoke after we eat that Wholesome American Meal!“Uh yeah, sure Uncle ( ... )
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Anon and OP, you are simply amazing at coming up with this!! I've always imagine the real life personifications to be the Hetalia-counterpart's relative in some way but --OMIGOSH--this is working perfectly!!
*needs bookmarking*
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Chances of hilarity ensuing from the above: 100%
Chances of me refreshing this page until said hilarity ensues: 100%
:D
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It will be hilarious when they finally find out.
Especially if America and England have been together since WWII. *griiin*
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*stalks*
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