Halloween meme trick thingie for Danni. Drabble.
LOOK DANNI, I ACTUALLY DID WRITE A DRABBLE WITH ADELINEXARTHUR+USUK+HALLOWEEN-NESS.
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Arthur was sure he would get it this time. He'd forgone the white sheet and darkened room, the slime and the "scary" whispery sounds which always got him. England found that he had to constantly remind himself that this was not America. Not that America who had screamed at the sight of a shadow, clutched at Arthur's leg with the meow of a cat. Not that America who upped and left him in the sodding rain all those-
But I digress, Arthur thought to himself, as he adjusted the wig and the black sheet he draped around himself.
(As much as he tried to pry himself away from the memories of a century ago, Arthur had to admit to himself the reason for wanting to do this today, was in the interest of reliving some memories. What he would do for a scream from one of the little ones- Wait. That came out wrong.)
Pulling a stray lock of inky black across his face to properly mask it all, England finally knocked on Singapore's door. He had done research dammit, and he was going to do this right and make her scream bloody murder if it was the last thing he did.
"Come in."
Like a true master of the art, Arthur did not make the mistake of throwing the door right open and making the moment pass by all too fast. Inching the door open, he attempted at letting out a raspy whisper.
However, much to his dismay, Adeline didn't even look up from the book.
Frowning, he slipped through the door, bare feet padding silently on the carpeted floor of his colony's room, careful not to trip over his own uh, sheets.
England finally came to a standstill right behind Singapore, his head inches away from her shoulder. He blew straight into her ear.
A momentary shudder passed through Adeline, the sudden puff of warm air on her exposed ear shocking her. Flicking her head towards the source of it all she-
She was sorely disappointed.
Looking back down at the book, and ignoring the black-haired mass on her shoulder, Adeline couldn't help but smirk.
"Pontianaks don't wear black sheets, England," she commented, flipping the page. "Neither do they have thick eyebrows."
Cursing, Arthur left the room, hurriedly rearranging the strands over his face once again, although quite a bit too late.
(He missed America.)
Footnotes: (HAHA WHAT. EVEN IMPROMPTU DRABBLES HAVE FOOTNOTES.)
- Alfred left Arthur in 1776. Arthur took in Adeline in 1819. I assume he was a little bit more than bitter and lonely, yes? This should be around 1876 then?
- A pontianak is a ghost in Malay folklore. Customarily with long black hair and wearing white sheets, they like to sit in trees. Yes, really. They're quite famous in Singapore, I suppose?
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Please tell me it was okay D:
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Arthur was sure he would get it this time. He'd forgone the white sheet and darkened room, the slime and the "scary" whispery sounds which always got him. England found that he had to constantly remind himself that this was not America. Not that America who had screamed at the sight of a shadow, clutched at Arthur's leg with the meow of a cat. Not that America who upped and left him in the sodding rain all those-
But I digress, Arthur thought to himself, as he adjusted the wig and the black sheet he draped around himself.
(As much as he tried to pry himself away from the memories of a century ago, Arthur had to admit to himself the reason for wanting to do this today, was in the interest of reliving some memories. What he would do for a scream from one of the little ones- Wait. That came out wrong.)
Pulling a stray lock of inky black across his face to properly mask it all, England finally knocked on Singapore's door. He had done research dammit, and he was going to do this right and make her scream bloody murder if it was the last thing he did.
"Come in."
Like a true master of the art, Arthur did not make the mistake of throwing the door right open and making the moment pass by all too fast. Inching the door open, he attempted at letting out a raspy whisper.
However, much to his dismay, Adeline didn't even look up from the book.
Frowning, he slipped through the door, bare feet padding silently on the carpeted floor of his colony's room, careful not to trip over his own uh, sheets.
England finally came to a standstill right behind Singapore, his head inches away from her shoulder. He blew straight into her ear.
A momentary shudder passed through Adeline, the sudden puff of warm air on her exposed ear shocking her. Flicking her head towards the source of it all she-
She was sorely disappointed.
Looking back down at the book, and ignoring the black-haired mass on her shoulder, Adeline couldn't help but smirk.
"Pontianaks don't wear black sheets, England," she commented, flipping the page. "Neither do they have thick eyebrows."
Cursing, Arthur left the room, hurriedly rearranging the strands over his face once again, although quite a bit too late.
(He missed America.)
Footnotes: (HAHA WHAT. EVEN IMPROMPTU DRABBLES HAVE FOOTNOTES.)
- Alfred left Arthur in 1776. Arthur took in Adeline in 1819. I assume he was a little bit more than bitter and lonely, yes? This should be around 1876 then?
- A pontianak is a ghost in Malay folklore. Customarily with long black hair and wearing white sheets, they like to sit in trees. Yes, really. They're quite famous in Singapore, I suppose?
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Please tell me it was okay D: