Lithuania/Poland -- Old English Valley Girl
anonymous
July 19 2010, 16:13:52 UTC
I'd like something where Poland finds one of England's old English books, like Shakespeare's sonnets, and after reading it, starts speaking in old English (but with his Valley Girl accent still in touch).
Bonus: He recites a sonnet to Lithuania and the old English + accent turns Liet on.
What is Love, Really? [1/1]
anonymous
July 21 2010, 05:03:44 UTC
Shakespeare and LietPol fan that I am, I couldn't let this one go. Hope you like it, anon!
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Lithuania's not really sure how it happened.
He walked through the living room on the way to his office, and Poland was sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, painting his toe nails. He looked over at Lithuania and raised an eyebrow. "Like, what's that, Liet?"
Lithuania held up the thick, leather-bound book he was carrying. "This? I think England must have left it at the last meeting, I was going to go put it in the office so we don't forget to take it back to him."
"England?" Poland perked up, putting his nail polish aside and fanning his toes. "Gimme. Maybe it's like one of his magical books or some junk like that. I could totally magic us up a pony!"
"I dunno," Lithuania frowned doubtfully. "That really doesn't seem like a good-"
Poland leaned over, snatching the book out of his hands. "You totally worry way too much, Liet. It's no good for your skin. You'll get icky wrinkles and stuff." He set the book on his
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What is Love, Really? [Epilogue]
anonymous
July 21 2010, 16:54:24 UTC
Author-anon is back! XD Reading that comment about England's reaction, I decided to write a mini-epilogue. Enjoy!
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"Hark, England!"
England frowned, staring down at the newspaper in his hands. He must be hallucinating, or something. He knew he shouldn't have given in and let America buy him that burger. Maybe if he ignored it, it would go away.
"Like, hello!" Poland leaned over, waving a hand in front of England's face, and the other Nation jerked back and dropped his paper.
"Good God, Poland! What do you want?" England paused. "Did you just 'hark'?"
Poland grinned at him. He had a certain 'well sexed' glow around him, and England decided he didn't want to know. "Like, yeah! Hark and junk! Forsooth, I hath totally come to return your, like, super awesome old book into your nigh invincible hands."
England's eyes were wide, and he felt his heart sinking as Poland offered him his copy of Shakespeare's complete works, which he'd lost at a meeting in Warsaw weeks ago. "Poland. Did you read this?"
Re: What is Love, Really? [Epilogue]
anonymous
July 21 2010, 17:23:14 UTC
Requester!anon absolutely LOVES you, author!anon! Haha, Poland's speech is exactly how I'd imagined it, and England's response in the epilogue is brilliant.
Thank you so much for writing this! I love you even more for using Much Ado About Nothing. You win pocky. Boxes and boxes of pocky.
Bonus: He recites a sonnet to Lithuania and the old English + accent turns Liet on.
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~*~
Lithuania's not really sure how it happened.
He walked through the living room on the way to his office, and Poland was sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, painting his toe nails. He looked over at Lithuania and raised an eyebrow. "Like, what's that, Liet?"
Lithuania held up the thick, leather-bound book he was carrying. "This? I think England must have left it at the last meeting, I was going to go put it in the office so we don't forget to take it back to him."
"England?" Poland perked up, putting his nail polish aside and fanning his toes. "Gimme. Maybe it's like one of his magical books or some junk like that. I could totally magic us up a pony!"
"I dunno," Lithuania frowned doubtfully. "That really doesn't seem like a good-"
Poland leaned over, snatching the book out of his hands. "You totally worry way too much, Liet. It's no good for your skin. You'll get icky wrinkles and stuff." He set the book on his ( ... )
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I could imagine England overhearing and just... crying in horror. xD
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Oh author!Anon, you just made my night. And made me even more keen to tackle my Taming of The Shrew homework tonight.
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"Hark, England!"
England frowned, staring down at the newspaper in his hands. He must be hallucinating, or something. He knew he shouldn't have given in and let America buy him that burger. Maybe if he ignored it, it would go away.
"Like, hello!" Poland leaned over, waving a hand in front of England's face, and the other Nation jerked back and dropped his paper.
"Good God, Poland! What do you want?" England paused. "Did you just 'hark'?"
Poland grinned at him. He had a certain 'well sexed' glow around him, and England decided he didn't want to know. "Like, yeah! Hark and junk! Forsooth, I hath totally come to return your, like, super awesome old book into your nigh invincible hands."
England's eyes were wide, and he felt his heart sinking as Poland offered him his copy of Shakespeare's complete works, which he'd lost at a meeting in Warsaw weeks ago. "Poland. Did you read this?"
"Indeed, fair England! Tis, like, the ( ... )
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Thank you so much for writing this! I love you even more for using Much Ado About Nothing. You win pocky. Boxes and boxes of pocky.
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Nice. Captcha doesn't like Poland's crime against humanity Shakespeare either: "lockup for"
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XD Awesome fill!!
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If you ever need an unspoiled virgin for blood, I've got you covered. You deserve it.
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So yes. Lovely blend of prose and crack. Adorable. Hilarious. Perfect. Did I mention fabulous??
"Then come and totally kiss me, sweet and twenty and junk" is one of the best things I've ever read ever, for serious.
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