World of Disney ch. 5
Epcot (part 2): World Showcase
Mexico wasn't anything entirely spectacular, in England's mind anyway. There was a fairly cozy looking restaurant over looking the lake in the center of the World Showcase, filled with enthusiastic park visitors and employees. Across from this restaurant was a large "Aztec Temple", colored tan with accents of reds, blues, purples, and greens. Upon entering this building, one found himself in a large marketplace. While walking around, America's heart became attached to a warm blue poncho.
"Check it, Artie!! Cool, huh?"
"More like very warm "
After purchasing the item, England had to convince his American partner that it was much to hot to even think about wearing it around.
"I can deal!! If Russia can do it, why can't I?"
"DON'T- His name is Ivan. And I'm not entirely sure how he can do many of the things he does. In any case, I'm sure you are not impervious to heat exhaustion. Now give me that vile thing, so I can put it away." Arthur pulled the
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Epcot (part 1)
Upon waking once again, England was rather loathe to discover that his legs were a lot more sore than he had expected they'd be. Nothing excruciating, but noticeable. He swiftly took some pain medication and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.
"The fact that you were able to convince me to wear this get up is a miracle itself." Arthur mumbled as he liberally applied his 7 5 SPF sunscreen.
"Haha! Don't think about it too much. We'll be having too much fun for you to remember what you're wearing." Alfred responded as he doubled checked they had everything they needed.
A quick stop at the hotel's breakfast buffet later, England placed his rather large sunglasses on his face and moved with America toward the proper bus stop.
"So remind me where you are dragging me off to today."
"EPCOT!" America shouted with vigor, drawing amused smiles from a few people sitting nearby. England sighed and recognized that that was all the answer he was going to receive till they arrived. Upon ar
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Magic Kingdom (part one)
The sun was just as bright, if not a bit hotter than the day before. A fact that made it very hard for England to retain his cheerful mode for his partner. The Englishman had awoken to very sore legs had not wanted to get up at all. It took America making his morning tea for him and the promise that this was, in fact, their final day at the Disney World theme parks. The Brit then managed to arise, albeit not without a grumbled curse here and there, and prepare himself for the day ahead. They soon found themselves waiting for a train to come and take them to the Magic Kingdom.
''Wouldn't it have been faster to get on the ferry? It has already left.'' England pointed out to America as they stood within a group of fellow Disney visitors.
''You'd think that, but that boat goes so freakin' slow it is ridiculous. The train'll be here in a sec, so just hold your horses.'' As he said this, of course, the sound of the electric train approaching could be heard, and sent
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3 2 1 done. With the tea properly steepened, England picked up his flowery patterned cup and made for his cupboard. Once there he selected a small box of shortbread (no one had to know he ate the Scottish brand) and finally came to rest on his living room sofa. Once everything was in order, the relaxed and content blond took a delicate sip from his cup, allowing himself to close his eyes contently. After releasing a quiet sigh, a loud crash was heard from the entry way.
"ARTHUR! It's me!!"
One more sip of tea later, America came running into the living room, a look of pure excitement glued to his shining face.
"Arthur look!" He held up two small cards, each with their own Disney character smiling brightly on the front. "I got them!"
England raised a questioning brow and calmly asked, "What on Earth could be so important that you had to burst into my house, uninvited I might add, to show me?"
America came around and kneeled in front of his
A Convention 12"Hey do you guys know what time it is?" Alfred looked around, eyes settling on Japan whose nature was a lot like Kiku's the most likely to carry a watch.A Convention 125 years ago in Romance More Like This
They had been talking aimlessly (mostly in character) for what seemed like an hour now. The sun had gotten higher and the heat more intense. Alfred could see the sweat glistening on Arthur's and the others' foreheads, yet no one complained once. He pitied Canada in her huge winter jacket.
"It's 10:30," Japan said.
" Is it really still the morning?" Arthur said. He squinted upwards, and everyone else nodded in understanding. "And we've only been here for about a half hour." He whistled.
"So anything cool we have to do?" Prussia, who had started making a pile of yanked-out grass, said.
"Well I kinda want a snack " Alfred said. "I haven't really eaten since dinner yesterday."
"I have some Pocky," Japan suggested quietly.&
UKUS 9The next morning Arthur groaned, his headache throbbing again and his palm pressed against his sticky forehead. He could feel sweat blanket his bare body as he laid there, and his green eyes blinked in confusion.UKUS 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What the bloody " He moaned, sitting up and looked at his naked form before him. Why was he so hot right now? It wasn't even sunny out. Upon inspection, he found strange places on his normally pale form that had round, red circles. He moved his hand and touched some of the dots curiously, soon finding there were quite a few on his neck as well.
"What are these "
He lost his thought when he heard a low grunt, and looked over at the bare American beside him, face shoved in the pillow he held so tightly. Suddenly, he felt his face burn, the sun nothing to the warmth in his red face.
"America! Get up, you stupid git!" He shrieked, hitting the other on the head. He watched the American jult and grab onto his shoulders worriedly.
"England, what's wrong, dude!" The man cri
APH-UKUS 2Arthur sighed, "What were you doing here anyway? Did you follow me home?" He questioned seriously, glancing over at the nervous American who kept looking around as if something were going to pop out.APH-UKUS 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This made Alfred realize where he was again and his oceanic eyes glanced back at Arthur. He rubbed the back of his head hesitantly, laughing lightly. "Well, you see, I wanted to ask you something but I, like, totally forgot what it was!"
Arthur wasn't buying this, but fine. Whatever the real reason was he'd figure it out. "So, you're too scared to remember, huh, America?" He taunted lightly, turning back to his cooking only to feel something hit the back of his shaggy head. Twitching, he turned around again, glaring at the man who glared in return. It was surely easy to get brassed off at him sometimes!
"Ha! I'm the HERO! Remember, old man? Hero's don't get scared!" Alfred replied after throwing a spoon at the back of the older nation's head.
"You bloody idiot! Do you want food or not?"
A Convention 11Alfred and Arthur weaved their way through the crowd, which was getting thicker as the morning wore on bringing with it the scalding hot of a summer afternoon.A Convention 115 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ew, dude, I'm sweating!" Alfred said, undoing the top button of the military jacket, which was under his other jacket.
Arthur just nodded, feeling the heat as well. There was moisture starting to build up around his neck, under the soles of his feet, and between his and Alfred's hands. "Alfred," he said. "I d-"
"America," Alfred said.
" What about him?"
"Rule number one of cosplay: never use the cosplayer's real name. Call me America."
Arthur frowned. "Alright, America," he corrected himself, feeling awkward saying it that way. "I was just going to say, I don't know much about cosplay, but I'm sure that rule number two is not to complain about your costume and therefore, the heat." He wanted to complain about th
A Convention 10Arthur suddenly recalled a scene from a movie he and Alfred had watched together at some point. There had been a guy staring into a gaping hole and saying "I've got a bad feeling about this " and that's just what Arthur felt like saying at the moment. "Glomping," he said, feeling the word roll awkwardly off his tongue.A Convention 105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alfred snickered. "I'm sure you'll love it," he said. They kept walking around the building until they got to a parking lot full of cosplayers and empty of cars. "Allow me to demonstrate." He looked around at the mob of people, seemingly searching for someone.
Arthur knew the exact moment when Alfred had found them. His blue eyes brightened as they locked on to something. Arthur turned around to see who or what it was. He followed the American's gaze to a rather short person (Arthur couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl) dressed completely in green. Alfred
1953-1962 USUK Ch.2 1954"I don't want to be here" America grumbled as he slumped down on his seat, loosening his tie on his way down. "Ugh, so boring." He said tossing a comic book with a pleasant looking apparition on the cover down onto the table.1953-1962 USUK Ch.2 19544 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You've been saying that since we've gotten here." England frowned in disapproval at America's lack of professionalism. "And would you sit up." America rolled his eyes at the Brit's stuffy comments but, still did what he was told.
"But we've been here for three weeks." He mumbled with a pout, read justing his tie after seeing England target it with his eyes. Their break would soon be over and England would have a fit if his dress was not in tiptop condition. Some mother-henning he wasn't able to get rid of, America supposed.
"And we're going to have to be here for a lot longer so, I suggest you take things a little more seriously." England replied, already preparing his paperwork for the next round. Yet, not without grabbing and shoving the comic book into t
UKUS 5"Mein Gott " Germany muttered softly as the American slowly pulled away from the flustered Brit though kept a tight grip around his waist. He then put the British man into his reserved chair and sat beside him, keeping his right hand in the older nation's left.UKUS 55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well?" America asked, unaffected by the shocked stares. Some filled with pure surprise while others gave off a "I'm so happy for you", "Finally! I knew it!" or a "Inner fan-girl squeal" like of expression. "Are we not going to get this world meeting started?"
Germany nodded, coughing to get attention back on him though now his own, light blue eyes would run over to Italy beside him. Romano would growl every time this happened and Spain eventually wrapped an arm around is smaller partner.
After the meeting had finally finished a few hours later, America only having let go of Britain's hand when he was giving one of his heroic speeches or jumping around as he gave a suggestion, the normal American routine. After it was done,
A Convention 16Ten minutes later, the pair was again sitting on either side of the table, watching amusedly as the two waitresses the one who had greeted them and the one who took their orders unsubtly argued over who would be the one to bring them their food, and whether or not they would do it immediately or wait and see if they decided to make out again.A Convention 164 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred laughed and shook his head. "Jeez, who knew we'd be such a fangirl attraction," he said.
"Yea, I know. These girls are shameless." Arthur rolled his eyes, recalling having been distracted by more than a couple camera flashes while he and Alfred were er giving their relationship a jump-start.
Arthur picked up a standing glass-covered menu and checked his reflection in it. He started fixing his hair, which Alfred had completely messed up. "By the way, please try not to make me look like a pigsty in public. It takes a certain degree of talent to ge
A Convention 1Alfred and Arthur are friends who attend a rather multicultural high school. Recently they had a bet on whose home country made the better movies. The winner would get the loser to do whatever the winner wanted (within reason, of course). And as expected, Alfred won. To Arthur, it seemed like a small deal, and agreed that what Alfred had suggested was 'within reason'. Arthur didn't ever guess how far such a simple bet could be takenA Convention 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I cannot believe you managed to talk me into this," Arthur said, gripping the pole on the bus and leaning his head tiredly against it. He stared at the clouds drifting slowly across the summer afternoon sky. Ugh. Alfred was dragging him to an anime convention that was hours away from either of their houses. Anime.
During the past few months, Alfred had started talking with a Japanese kid named Kiku i
APH-UKUS 4Alfred smirked smartly, taking Arthur's hand and pulling him off the bed. He didn't let go or stop though and just kept walking, not bothering with the fact both of their clothes were wrinkled now that they slept in them and their hair was a mess.APH-UKUS 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Where where are you taking me, Git? Let me go." Arthur grumbled, but his threats were empty as he wiped away another tear. How embarrassing. He was sure this idiot would find a way to make fun of him for it too.
Alfred laughed, "Calm down, dude. We're just going to breakfast! I have to build up our energy for the meeting today!"
Arthur flinched. He had completely forgotten another world meeting was being held again today like yesterday. Both of which were set in the northern part of London.
Alfred laughed, this grasping the older nation's hand tightly and pushed some shoes on his feet before motioning England to do the same.
"What! You expect me to go out in public like this?" Arthur gasped, looking at the two of them in a mirror that w
USUK Cute Rock"Really, America, you are truly obsessive about that imaginary superhero."USUK Cute Rock5 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm not obsessive!" America pouted as he struggled to keep the right side of the poster from falling while he stapled the left down.
England sighed, "It's a shame I'm dating such a fanboy. If only I knew you were such a closet nerd-"
"Hey! You have no right to say that with all the Harry Potter memorabilia you've got in your closet."
"Don't bring Harry into this!"
"Aha!" Alfred stepped back to survey his work, "What do you think?"
The elder nation looked over his tea cup at the poster with indifference, "A Superman poster. Just what every seven year old boy wants on their bedroom wall."
America shook his head, "You just don't understand greatness when you see it, England. Superman is like, one of the classics. The original, the best, and my favorite."
"Oh really? And what about those phases you get into every time Hollywood makes up yet another
To Say GoodbyeWhen America woke up that morning, he was filled with nervous excitement. Today was the day that England would be coming back. Today was the day that England would return for a few months and America would have him all to himself.To Say Goodbye4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The servants England had employed to look after little America while he was away had the small nation looking his best. They dressed him in his best clothes; made sure he had a bath beforehand and made sure his hair was clean. They made breakfast and it took all their best efforts to make sure that the excited little boy didn't get it all down his clean clothes.
"I can't wait!" America beamed. The boy was practically bouncing in his chair. The servants merely offered him a smile and told him to eat up. England would be here soon.
The moment America finished breakfast, he ran to the door and stood in front of it with a big smile. After a moment he sat down and looked at the door and soon after that he sighed and stood up again. He wandered to the ki
Farewell -USxUK-"A-America is that you? What are you doing here?" An old woman asked in surprise. Alfred F. Jones was standing in the doorway of the front door of Arthur Kirkland's house, wearing a neat beige suit with a small bouquet of flowers.Farewell -USxUK-4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"'Sup Bridget, I came as soon as I heard that Britain wasn't well." America said loudly, pushing past Bridget. America had heard from Francis that Arthur was ill with somethin'.
"Ohonhonhon. Did you not know~? Briton has not been that well for a while~ oui, some kind of odd illness or something or over."
And Alfred, as the hero of them all, had decided that he was gonna march in there and look after Arthur whether he liked it or not!
"The last time I saw you America was when you left after you got your independence." Bridget said in awe, looking at Alfred up and down with a smile on her face. She could still remember those times when Alfred was such a small child. Arthur would always dote on him 24/7, Bridget thought to herself.
"And you Bridget
UKUS 6England sighed, his elbow on the wood of the bar, his other hand holding his drink as his emerald eyes stared at the tough German sitting beside him.UKUS 65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You-" Arthur started, only to have a hiccup interrupt him rudely. He stared annoyed at nothing as if the hiccup would see the glare he held. But quickly the angered glare subsided and he went on talking to the German again.
What was his name again? Bah, whatever!
"H-Hey. Hey there. Hey? You have something going on with that that " He pointed his index finger out, lifting it to his head and going back and forth, making a swirl. Obviously trying to name Italy and using his finger to indicate his odd curl.
"Italy?" Germany finished the sentence, a little tipsy himself as his normally pale cheeks were a light pink. But nothing like the Brit beside him. Ludwig looked over the man, still lazily slumped over on the bar. His eyes were dizzy and his face was a bright red from the alcohol.
"Yes!" Britain announced happily, finally rememb
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It's the Fourth of July, and I'm drunk again. Just like last year. And the year before that. And so on. Deep down, I know I should put down the Scotch, and go home at the least. I know it's a good idea, but by now I'm at the point of not even being able to walk straight, I think, and besides, I don't really want to go outside while that wanker is shooting off all his stupid fireworks. Damn snub, I think he does it to piss me off.
There goes another glass, I can see my hand lifting it up, and by now the sharp ache in my chest is beginning to subside to the warm feel of the alcohol. Over on the other end of the counter, some pricks are drinking and cheering, and it makes me mad. I down another shot and push back my stool angrily. Do those bloody gits even realize that while they're over there having a grand old time, I feel like my heart's cracking in two? Of course not.
I put, or rather, slam some bill down on the counter, and storm out the bar. The
Famous Last Words"England...?"Famous Last Words4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur jolted at the feeble sound as if a door had just been slammed. He was at Alfred's side in a moment, checking his forehead (god he was so warmnot warm, hot, too hot, his fever was getting worse) and adjusting the cool off-white cloth that sat there heavily, dripping cold water onto the pillow and sheets. But he couldn't care less about that. "What is it, love?" He asked, now messing with the mass of covers that were pulled up to Alfred's chin. "Are you alright? Do you need something to drink?"
Alfred gave him a tired smile, and he shook his head (he quickly regretted the actionhis fever was making him dizzy and moving his head hurt). "No, just...wanna talk...'bout somethin'..."
Arthur nodded, running a pale hand through sweaty blonde hair (it wasn't shakingit was shaking so badlyit couldn't be shaking, he had to be strong forhimselfAlfredand himself, had to be strong, had to be, couldn't fall apart no
UKUS 7England wiped the crimson liquid trickling down from his pale lip. He leaned on one of the round tables, catching himself before he fell again after being hit once more. Growling, he kicked the larger, bald man in the gut as he rushed after him again, sending the man to the ground.UKUS 75 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Germany had already knocked out one of the two men that had gone after him, while their boss had taken to England still. But, the bigger one of the pair was stronger and more stubborn, starting to annoy Germany. He sent punches and blows, only to be dodged mostly.
The bartender, aggravated the most out of the four left standing, was yelling at them to cease and stop. But, they all ignored him.
"I've had bloody well enough of this!" Arthur snapped, grabbing the back of one of the wooden chairs and swigging it with all the force he could muster in his drunken, beaten state, hitting the large, bald man in the head. For a moment, he had déjà vu, but shook his head at the unconscious man on the wooden f
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Magic Kingdom (part 3)
The shift in scenery was shocking and sudden. Where previously they had been surrounded by the sights and sounds of the pirate age, the two countries quickly switched continents and landed in the old west.
"Well I know the last section was called 'Adventure Land', but what on Earth could this place be called?"
"Frontier Land! Here's where you can see and do almost anything related to cowboys and the great western expansion. Well, except maybe actually BE a cowboy." America winked and smiled at the Englishman who shrugged at the gesture. While walking through a particularly cluttered shop, America's stomach began growling loudly. "Haha. Look's like I'm gettin' pretty starved." England's eyes widened as he turned to face his laughing counterpart.
"Did you hear yourself just now? Your language was atrocious!"
"Sorry Artie," America responded with a shrug of his own. "Guess this side of the park makes ma voice kinda revert, ya know?" England groaned as tho
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England said in a near whisper. A faint smile adorned his face as he looked up at the American who grinned back, the reflection of the sun bouncing off his glasses. It was early evening when he arrived at America's door steps, yet the sun still glowed brightly in the late July sky. "I guess. I'm just happy it's over." America shrugged as he lifted the other's suitcase off the ground and entered the house, England following suit.
"Yes." England replied simply. It had been several months since he had last seen the younger nation, having to communicate primarily through the phone.
After finding himself alone in the room immediately after entering, he began to roam around, acquainting himself with it once more. It hadn't changed much.
America peered over to the Brit from mid-stairway as he was climbing down, after placing the suitcase in the bedroom. England was standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room, glancing around at the items decorating a nearby shelf. E
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"Non, non. Zat won't do. Get me somezing zat fits ze zeme(theme)," said a voice. Its owner peered into the mirror, raising fine eyebrows at its reflection. "Why 'ello zere, 'andsome." He greeted it with an impressive eyebrow ripple, "vous are looking trés parfait."
The maid he'd rejected wasn't the least bit phased as she scuttled in with another new outfit. This complimentary of his reflection was nothing new around here. The man tore his gaze from the mirror and scanned the attire, nodding his approval.
He tugged the ruffled pink shirt from his upper-body, exposing skin. The toned abs trembled with the pattern of his breathing. He put on a winter-ice flannel and left the top few buttons undone. Then he put on some fancy Levi jeans and ventured into the bathroom. Combing his long, slightly shaggy hair, he arranged his mop into the normal-do. Save the turquoise ribbon he used to tie a bowed-ponytail with. Narrowing his eyes in scrutiny at the mirror, he decided to shave his little
Dearly BelovedThe water rushed over his body, a cool sensation that wrapped its way around his entirety. As far as he could see the ocean was a deep blue hue, with spots of sunlight mixing itself inside. He felt himself sinking farther and farther, unable to swim back up for some reason, as if he were bound to the sandy floor. Where was he falling, why was he falling, what had happened? Why was this happening to him? Those were all questions he had not the ability to answer. All he knew was that the sensation was now over, the salt water stinging his eyes. This feeling felt familiar to him, and he didn't know why. His lungs suddenly began to scream for air, yet he could not push himself back to the surface.Dearly Beloved4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He didn't want to go, no, he wasn't ready yet. He reached out his hand, trying somehow to grasp the top of the water before he fell into his watery grave. Please, he thought. I don't want to go away yet.
But he only sunk further and further, the light fading and the darkness swallowing him who