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[lolamerica]

[ US Airforce PT gear? America tucks his regulation shirt into his regulation shorts, unconsciously meticulous over each and every wrinkle with practiced skill. His shoes are tied perfectly, his hair combed back - hell, even his socks look ironed. Check. Briefs? America shifts around a little, and uhh - yeah, check! Watch? America quickly glances

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DON'T OH U ME YOUNG MAN also /sucks

[godsavetheu]

[ England awakens with a start, and promptly smacks his forehead on the headboard. A long, LONG string of curses follows as he rubs the afflicted area, then glancing angrily at his alarm clock. 4 a.m. ... 4 a.m. ]

.... FOUR IN THE DAMNED MORNING.

[ He tosses one of his pillows clumsily (he's still half asleep after all) at the other, then burrowing his head into the remaining one. This must be some joke after-all. It's too sodding early for this. He hasn't even gotten his morning tea yet. ]

[lolamerica]

CORRECTION~!

[ Easily side-stepping the probably ridiculously fancy pillow, America grins innocently at England smashing his head against the headboard his clock. ]

It's 0402!

OH U x 10000000000

[lolamerica]

[ Cue some OBNOXIOUS PRODDING. ]

C'mon, England! TIME'S A WASTING! UP, UP, UP!

[godsavetheu]

[ It is indeed ridiculously fancy and it's older than you so you'd best pick that up right now. England groans and buries his face harder into his pillow, mumbling (something that sounds suspiciously like wanker) and beating tiredly at America's prodding hand. ]

And why, exactly, did you deem it necessary to wake me at four a-- ahh, FOUR O' TWO A.M.?

[ I REFUSE TO GET UP. ]

/aside

[godsavetheu]

oh right I forgot

I'm supposed to be like

[ BLUSHES SO HEAVILY and feels so dokidoki

AMERICA, I LOVE YOU like that ever since you were a childens ;///;

...okay I'm done

AAAA

[lolamerica]

gdit

[lolamerica]