Himaruya needs a hug. ;O;
So the Hetalia anime's cancelled. DX Blearghh. What a bummmmmmmmer.
But hetalia's got an awesome mod, yay.
"Outrageous," America declares, scowling. "This is just - outrageous. How can they - it's not - "
England bites into his pretzel, and nudges America; he's feeling cramped. "That's just too bad. Change the channel."
"But I've been looking forward to this all my life -"
"Don't exaggerate. I want to watch the news, you git," England says, unfeelingly.
America wants to cry.
"I really wanted to watch that," he says, forlornly.
"Too bad," England says again. "Give me the remote, idiot," he adds, when he sees America is pathetically melancholic and motionless.
"I know you wanted to watch it, too," America says blandly, staring into nothing as he absently passes the remote control to England.
"No, I didn't," England says awkwardly, blinking. Then he focuses on BBC News.
A week later, England breaks into America's house, and promptly lets himself into the man's bedroom.
"England...! Have some decency, and knock, for God's sake -"
But England is holding out a small, compact optical disc, and America finds himself speechless, for a second. He knows what the disc is - what was it called again? - Universal Something Media...?
"Here," he says, staring at the American flag on the wall. "Japan had it. I asked him to make a copy. You'll need something that can play UMDs, though."
Is it - could it be...?
"Last week's..."
"Yes," England says, curtly.
America is unable to do anything, but gape like a goldfish for several moments, before England impatiently grabs his hand, and drops the little disc onto his palm.
"Take it, you moron," England snaps. "I'm leaving."
America clutches the disc tightly in his hand, and he thinks he's bubbly, and all kinds of happy, because this is the best, best thing that's happened all week, and England -
"Let's watch it together!" he exclaims energetically, pulling England back by his collar, "I have a PSP somewhere around. Very efficient for killing time, these gaming consoles."
England struggles to be free. "I'm not watching anything with you, bastard. I've got work to do, you know, no time to be screwing around like a git - "
"Ahhhh, don't be spoilsport," America frowns, dragging the sandy-haired man around as he overturns cushions on his couch. He's sure he left the bugger around here -
"Besides, a PSP is not a bloody television set," England growls. "It's tiny."
"Jeez, you have to learn to make do," America says, still rummaging the things on his couch. He glows with jubilance when he uncovers the sleek black console under the weekend newspaper. "C'mon, sit! I'll get us drinks, and pretzels, too - "
"I want to go home!" England hollers, but America pays him no heed, yanking him down on the couch.
So America cleverly props the PSP up on a little chair, sipping on Coke as he stabs the 'play' button. Ten minutes after the movie starts rolling, England chokes on his pretzel, and mutters something that sounds vaguely like, "That was fucking scandalous."
But hetalia's got an awesome mod, yay.
"Outrageous," America declares, scowling. "This is just - outrageous. How can they - it's not - "
England bites into his pretzel, and nudges America; he's feeling cramped. "That's just too bad. Change the channel."
"But I've been looking forward to this all my life -"
"Don't exaggerate. I want to watch the news, you git," England says, unfeelingly.
America wants to cry.
"I really wanted to watch that," he says, forlornly.
"Too bad," England says again. "Give me the remote, idiot," he adds, when he sees America is pathetically melancholic and motionless.
"I know you wanted to watch it, too," America says blandly, staring into nothing as he absently passes the remote control to England.
"No, I didn't," England says awkwardly, blinking. Then he focuses on BBC News.
A week later, England breaks into America's house, and promptly lets himself into the man's bedroom.
"England...! Have some decency, and knock, for God's sake -"
But England is holding out a small, compact optical disc, and America finds himself speechless, for a second. He knows what the disc is - what was it called again? - Universal Something Media...?
"Here," he says, staring at the American flag on the wall. "Japan had it. I asked him to make a copy. You'll need something that can play UMDs, though."
Is it - could it be...?
"Last week's..."
"Yes," England says, curtly.
America is unable to do anything, but gape like a goldfish for several moments, before England impatiently grabs his hand, and drops the little disc onto his palm.
"Take it, you moron," England snaps. "I'm leaving."
America clutches the disc tightly in his hand, and he thinks he's bubbly, and all kinds of happy, because this is the best, best thing that's happened all week, and England -
"Let's watch it together!" he exclaims energetically, pulling England back by his collar, "I have a PSP somewhere around. Very efficient for killing time, these gaming consoles."
England struggles to be free. "I'm not watching anything with you, bastard. I've got work to do, you know, no time to be screwing around like a git - "
"Ahhhh, don't be spoilsport," America frowns, dragging the sandy-haired man around as he overturns cushions on his couch. He's sure he left the bugger around here -
"Besides, a PSP is not a bloody television set," England growls. "It's tiny."
"Jeez, you have to learn to make do," America says, still rummaging the things on his couch. He glows with jubilance when he uncovers the sleek black console under the weekend newspaper. "C'mon, sit! I'll get us drinks, and pretzels, too - "
"I want to go home!" England hollers, but America pays him no heed, yanking him down on the couch.
So America cleverly props the PSP up on a little chair, sipping on Coke as he stabs the 'play' button. Ten minutes after the movie starts rolling, England chokes on his pretzel, and mutters something that sounds vaguely like, "That was fucking scandalous."