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 Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:05 pm
Tiffy: Hmm? Did Beowulf get mauled by Norway grounded?
I wonder when I'll be leaving for darts... Leaving now. ^^;;
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:10 pm
everyone leaves when I come back on... orz.
oh hey Canada! Oh noez I'm sorriez *huggle snuggle* I hope you get better dear Q_Q Drink lots of water, eat a lot, and sleep a lot *huggles some more*
Ah, well we just played with out characters a bit more- nothing too much happened.(well the only thing important that happened for A-Tsai was that he lost in the fight for dominance XDDDDD)
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:13 pm
TC - You missed a lot of Alfred and Arthur conversation earlier. xD
And let's see, Norway's sitting upright with some vodka, drinking with Iceland with Denmark still holding him...
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:28 pm
Awawa... I have nooo idea what to post over in the RP thread. *headdesk*
But where is the time travel RP people keep mentioning, eh? It piqued my interest several times but I have no clue where it even is. @__@
*sneezes*
- T.C.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:32 pm
It's in the sub-forums under minor events.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 6:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 6:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 6:45 pm
Aqua! 8D
Welcome back~
Did you like the story/script/whatever? x'3
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 6:48 pm
Nemuru_Rain AQUA. When you return, I've finished that one thing I've told you about. EXPECT CRAP. Sorry I'm late again, guys. <333
Some nice Cooking title here, US/UK, etc.
The sound of someone breaking down the entire kitchen downstairs brought a certain Briton up from his sleep, fiercely rubbing his head, thick brows furrowed. "America...!" Arthur barked, getting up from a... couch. He was sleeping in the entertainment room of Alfred's house.... Oh, right. He spent the night drinking again, and was narrowly saved from France's raping... maybe he shouldn't have barked... But was he planning to blow up the house? Seriously, that silly brat. "America...!" He repeated, charging down to the kitchen, and slipped his feet into some stray slippers. Mornings in America seemed cold sometimes... Was it even morning? Turning the corner to find the kitchen -Thank Christ- perfectly fine, except the fact that Alfred's fingers was coated in frosting... and he had a few drops on his face. No, he was keeping his clean thoughts to himself. The scent of powder mix and chocolate was also present... And if his old nose still served him well, it was dark chocolate.
"Iggy! Morning~!" The American winked, though the Briton was already at the cabinets rummaging around for some good tea. "Do you like my cake?" The Englishman didn't bother turning around, murmuring.
"Yeah, I can smell it, very nice, stupid bloke... You don't have Earl Gray?" When he turned around to inquire Alfred further, he was shocked. It was like Alfred had an inner Francis... the tower cake looked like something out of a catalog for wedding cakes, and well... it looked delicious. "You've gotten better." Alfred laughed, sensing Arthur's rising jealousy and attitude. It was probably because of the lack of tea...
"Heh heh. Thanks, I've been getting better... Say, you want some burgers? I'm starved..."
"Bollocks." The spiteful aura raised didn't leave.
-- One week later --
"Huh, what's so important that you need me right now...? I'm right upstairs..." Arthur picked up his cellphone, folding Alfred's clothes into his closet. "America, I'm already doing your f***ing laundry, you bloody t**t, what the hell do you want? ... Alright, alright. Lemme get some slippers, these floor panels are freezing!" looking for the closest pair he could find, he slipped into them and quickly ran downstairs, growling towards the kitchen. "What, you git, did you finally get some tea?" Finding himself pulled towards the oven, he felt the tall blond pull his arms around him, tying something. "Wh-What the hell are you...?"
"You're cooking today, since I picked you up from the bar five times this week already...! It's only fair you pay me!" Arthur peered at his waist, raising a brow when he noticed the apron said 'Kiss the Cook', finding it humorously idiotic.
"This is stupid..." He blushed, scowling.
"Not as stupid as your bunny slippers, Iggy." Alfred grinned, and let go, patting the shorter's head. "Make me some cupcakes, yeah? And don't burn 'em like your scones."
"U-Ungrateful brat..." He picked up an egg, and growled lowly.
-- An hour later --
"That was so slow...." Alfred whined, leaning back on his chair with his feet kicked up on the table. "And they smell burnt.... Didja burn 'em?" Arthur smacked him on the shoulder with a pan, causing him to wince.
"Where the hell did I go wrong in teaching you manners...?! And no, I didn't really burn them..." The American raised a brow, frowning at the cupcakes.
"You didn't decorate them. Where's the frosting....? I like them sweet and all!" This could have broken Arthur's heart, he tried so heard to not burn them, that.... that brat complains...
"Then decorate them yourself!" He crossed his arms, and felt something splat across his face. The Briton blinked. Once. Twice. "YOU. WANKER." His emerald eyes lowered into a glare, looking at Alfred with a sharp and sinister glance. He had thrown some frosting onto Arthur's face with a mischievous grin.
"Decorate 'em with me, Iggy. You're the guest, after all!" Taking some of the white frosting, Arthur hastily made letters across the cupcakes. [ GO - TO - HELL - UNGRATEFUL - BRAT ] it read. The moron only laughed, leaning over to lick some of the frosting from Arthur's face. "You're so funny...." The smile fell as soon as some of the frosting plastered itself onto Alfred's face.
"Karma's gonna be biting you in the a**, y' moron." The Briton smirked, only to widen his eyes as the American pounced him, pinning him onto the floor.
"I never got to kiss the cook, though."
[[ SORRY FOR EXPANDING THE PAGE, FOLKS. I JUST GOT BACK... AGAIN. ]]
THIS? Which I had to go through like, twenty pages to find.. XD YES fsngskhgbskghbskg I loved it. F*ck I love you. XDDD RAYNAA c: -huggle-
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 6:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 7:00 pm
I'm awesome. :] A bit sad that my final friend that stayed for the sleepover left... we were having SO much fun. :'<
But other than that, I'm awesome.
Also, I'm proud. c: My brother moved out... he's becoming his own person! I love him so much, so I'm proud of him. ^____^ Mom's crying her eyes out, though... I guess all moms do that.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 7:06 pm
ILU TOO, AQUA. x'D
Anyone here have an Fanfiction account? :9
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 7:08 pm
Meee~! c:
I'm xConquistadora :3
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 7:11 pm
Have you read 'Together, We Sail'...? :3
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