US/UK + Canada biggest f*ck up of your life
anonymous
March 30 2011, 03:22:37 UTC
England is finally going to pop the question to America--THE question. The marriage question during a world meeting, so everyone can see. He has the whole thing planned out, picturing America's shocked reaction, his confusion turning into joy and happiness, his saying yes--of course he would! And then the wonderful loving times that will follow between. It'll all be perfect and a dream come true... AT LAST!
Only he pops the question to Canada instead on accident. And Canada says yes... When everyone says, "CONGRATULATIONS CANADA!!!" England realizes his mistake a little too late. Oops. Now everyone is hyped up about the 'wedding' he was supposed to be having with America... what now...?
Here Comes the... Who? [Prologue]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 03:46:42 UTC
The mess England was in…“America-America, bloody hell, listen to me, this mess has gone too far,” he hissed, slapping the taller blonde’s hands away to keep him from messing up the little black bow-tie he had so carefully coordinated to match his black suit. The very black-suit he should currently be using to marry America. Not his brother. Because as much as England was fond of C-Can-Can? No that was a dance. Cancun? No. That was in Mexico. “I can’t marry… uh
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Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Prologue CONTINUED]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 03:48:07 UTC
“B-but remember… Canada is in a really vulnerable position. Kumachinchi still hasn’t come back from the, uh, really sketchy vacation France paid for him back when they were dating, remember? You know how close Canada is to Makujiro. And not so long ago Russia dumped him for China! That does something to a man, England. To get dumped for China? I mean, c’me on! Maybe for another dude, but for a chick?! And then Cuba kinda blew him off. You’re like his last resort, not to mention that one crush he never got over
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Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Prologue CONTINUED 2]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 03:49:11 UTC
In fact, every other nation knew it was typical England to call five minutes before arriving to a meeting, even when he was expected-just in case the host had forgotten about him-and it was more than typical of England to keep a hidden stash of tea in a corner of his cupboard just in case he ever ran out and forgot to get some more-which was unrealistic because England was England and he was so English that he might was well have breathed tea.
But that morning, that infamous morning, England had completely run out of tea and still kept a smile on his face. He had tried slicking his hair back with gel, only to lose the battle to strands of his typically rebellious fringe, and simply focused on making sure his tie had the most formal looking full-Windsor knot he’d yet to see. Even when he had rushed out to the World Meeting late-late for England, who was the host that time-he had tried to walk at a pleasant speed, even making polite small-talk with the cab driver about families and children and adding in a: oh, isn’t it a nice day t’
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Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Author Note]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 03:56:24 UTC
Hmm. There really isn't much to say, really. There are no historical notes or anything of the sort. Chapter 1 will show how England ended up asking Canada to marry him. The following chapters will just go from there to include the planning of the wedding, and more. =) I apologize for the fail in advanced. I've been through a terrible bout of writer's block for a really long time, and I'm sure it'll take me a while to just, uh, find my style. But I hope some of you will enjoy it.
Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 23:53:48 UTC
The day Canada had enough of being mistaken for America... or the day Germany was perpetually confused … or the day England inadvertently “dumped” America …
Everyone-well, Canada, his imagination, and his hand, at least-knew that Canada harbored a crush on Ukraine, but was too embarrassed to ask her out because of his history with her brother, which to the mistaken assumptions of many was considered Canada’s ex. Only, well, to be an ex you sort of had to date the person and spend time with them in some type of romantic setting, and that had most definitely NOT happened between Canada and Russia. At all. But no one ever listened to Canada so no one knew that Russia had forced Canada into a couple of dates thinking he was America as a way to try and get some tips on how to get with China…
(Because apparently-to Canada’s chagrin- some nations thought America got around, which sort of bothered him because it was one thing to be mistaken for America, but it was another thing to be mistaken for a slutty America. Not that his brother
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Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 23:54:43 UTC
Sometimes Canada wondered if maybe England was to blame for his shyness and invisibility. People had known Canada under France’s care. No one had paid attention to Canada once he had become part of the British Empire, though. He could understand why, too. All the reunions he had been to with the Commonwealth cemented why no one paid attention to him-he was quiet in comparison, didn’t really have many historical complaints, and, even for those complaints he did have, he wasn’t interested in really voicing any general concerns. He also wasn’t adventurous like Australia, exotic like India, or special like Tuvalu. Amongst 53 other countries, he faded to the background. Even Fiji had acquired more attention than he had when she had been suspended-not that Canada wanted a coup in his country to get some attention, but it still would be nice to get some type of recognition from England from time to time. At least recognition that involved the name Canada and not America or, and this one he loved, America’s brother. After all, they had more
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Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.2]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 23:55:52 UTC
Canada gave him a nod, too busy staring at England. A few other nations had stopped to look over at England as well.
Really, Canada should have known something wasn’t quite right when Spain hid behind Romano, shakily whispering something about an Armada. And if that hadn’t given him a clue, then he really should have been able to tell the moment England sat down and immediately gave him a feral grin, almost too happy to be normal, and then rubbed the side of his face before whispering close to his ear, “try to refrain from stuffing your face with burgers for the rest of the meeting; I’ve a surprise for you, love…”
The purr alone made Canada shiver. Not in a good way. Burgers…Of course, England was mistaking him for America
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Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.3]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 23:56:27 UTC
For all those years he had been relegated to the marginal shadow of remembrance, for all those years Canada’s poor teenage heart had ached, and for all those little moments that continued to bug him when people forgot his name, thought he was America, or generally beat him up thinking he was just as bad as America, yes, for all those moments, he was going to stand up for himself. He was going to teach England a lesson and maybe America as well, though he really didn’t have anything against America. Besides, maybe others would start noticing him, too, after this. Maybe. At least France would leave him alone for a few weeks, right
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Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.5]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 23:58:19 UTC
America’s eyes fell on Canada, and with a grin, he waved at his brother, “Oh yeah, that’s uh, Can-Cancun alright! Sup, Mattie? Makalakajuro comeback yet
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Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.5]
anonymous
April 3 2011, 05:07:41 UTC
Hahahaha, this is so hilarious, I was laughing all trough this. I love the chaos of the meeting, France's melodrama, Portugal trying to help England and the fact that Canada is not a helpless victim here but someone who's an active part of this mess.
Only he pops the question to Canada instead on accident. And Canada says yes... When everyone says, "CONGRATULATIONS CANADA!!!" England realizes his mistake a little too late. Oops. Now everyone is hyped up about the 'wedding' he was supposed to be having with America... what now...?
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But that morning, that infamous morning, England had completely run out of tea and still kept a smile on his face. He had tried slicking his hair back with gel, only to lose the battle to strands of his typically rebellious fringe, and simply focused on making sure his tie had the most formal looking full-Windsor knot he’d yet to see. Even when he had rushed out to the World Meeting late-late for England, who was the host that time-he had tried to walk at a pleasant speed, even making polite small-talk with the cab driver about families and children and adding in a: oh, isn’t it a nice day t’ ( ... )
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I promise there is a happy ending!
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Everyone-well, Canada, his imagination, and his hand, at least-knew that Canada harbored a crush on Ukraine, but was too embarrassed to ask her out because of his history with her brother, which to the mistaken assumptions of many was considered Canada’s ex. Only, well, to be an ex you sort of had to date the person and spend time with them in some type of romantic setting, and that had most definitely NOT happened between Canada and Russia. At all. But no one ever listened to Canada so no one knew that Russia had forced Canada into a couple of dates thinking he was America as a way to try and get some tips on how to get with China…
(Because apparently-to Canada’s chagrin- some nations thought America got around, which sort of bothered him because it was one thing to be mistaken for America, but it was another thing to be mistaken for a slutty America. Not that his brother ( ... )
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Really, Canada should have known something wasn’t quite right when Spain hid behind Romano, shakily whispering something about an Armada. And if that hadn’t given him a clue, then he really should have been able to tell the moment England sat down and immediately gave him a feral grin, almost too happy to be normal, and then rubbed the side of his face before whispering close to his ear, “try to refrain from stuffing your face with burgers for the rest of the meeting; I’ve a surprise for you, love…”
The purr alone made Canada shiver. Not in a good way. Burgers…Of course, England was mistaking him for America ( ... )
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A few others mumbled out their congratulations, some obviously more excited than others.
“W-wait,” England blinked, furrowing his brows together, “Cana-what?”
Next to him, Canada chuckled, “Ca-NA-da. CAN-A-DA! You’re marrying Canada!”
England blanched, “N-No, wait a minute, no, I just proposed to-”
Canada nodded, “Canada. You just proposed to Canada, and I, Canada, have accepted ( ... )
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The last line was gold.
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