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 Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 1:45 pm
☆═━┈ ȡεssεяτ ɩsʅαȵȡ┈━═☆Private roleplay between myself and .PeanutbutteredMuffin.
Another USUK, planned sexytimes ahead, but we'll head to PMs when it gets there. Otherwise, England's bound to have a bit of a potty mouth.  It was insanely hot. Far too hot to be home, or anywhere in Europe for that matter, unless England had just slept through the whole of the winter months. A horrible, groggy and sandy feeling washed through Arthur's whole body as he stirred noisily in the heat, annoyed. His mind was hazy, he could barely remember anything. Slowly, his eyelids parted into a squint. Blaring, bright sunlight attacked his pupils mercilessly and pierced through his skull. Right, he definitely wasn't home. He was... outside, somewhere, somewhere hot, but that's about all he was able to deduce right now. His head was pounding, he swore he could hear the blood pumping through his body.
Squeezing his eyes shut, the Englishman rolled over onto his back, clutching his head tight. He felt like he had just thrown up about seven times in quick, unforgiving, painful sucession. His chest was heavy and his upper half felt as if he were submerged in salt water. Where the hell was he? He dug his palms into the ground beside him to discover-- wait a minute, that was sand. So that confirmed one of his dazed suspicions, he was on an island. Taking a deep breath of the muggy air, but choking on it as it hit the back of his throat, he shot upright, coughing.
Well, at least something got him up.
He groaned, leaning back on his hands and turning his head to his surroundings. Yup, definitely and island. His heart began to race, but he closed his eyes and breathed slowly. An increased heart rate could not be good in his current condition. His jeans were still on, but his shirt was completely still undone, and rather ripped. What the Hell happened? All he could remember was some kind of party at France's...
It was only then did he notice the gloved hand sitting beside him, and, eyes following the arm, he saw its owner.
Buggery hell.. what?
Alfred. Did he get them into his mess? The hungover Englishman glared at the American sleeping all too peacefully before giving his shoulders a shove.
"Oi! Alfred! Wake up, will you!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 1:05 pm
 Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone.
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
The sun was beating down causing such an incredible, dizzying heat, draining Alfred of what little energy he had left. The warm sands beneath him acted like a pillow, cushioning him as he could hear the soothing sounds of the ocean, rippling at the shoreline, tickling his toes -
"Oi! Alfred! Wake up, will you!" England's voice... -- Oh, God, England's voice had to break the mirage of this all-too-real dream - he was happy enough laying here just a bit longer before he woke and realised just how much of a headache he had and that he had sand in his mouth...
Alfred quickly rose, choking on the sand and sea water, trying to spit out the salty taste that was left lingering in his mouth. What he would do for a cold cola now to wash away the taste...
The young American turned to face England, still on his front, elbows digging into the sand.
Why does my head hurt so much?!
It wasn't as if he had never experienced a hangover before - but this was ridiculous and he had no recollection of how they ended up... wait - where were they?
Alfred sat up properly looking around at the scene before them - as if all the clues up until now had not suggested anything about him being on a desert island!
"What did you do, Artie?!"
Alfred turned back at the Englishman - who's clothes seemed completely wrecked. He looked down at his own-- "Damn, my favorite t-shirt!" The t-shirt which had 'Hero!' exclaimed across the front now had a massive rip through it. Alfred pouted before taking it off - it was no use to him now. He sighed but it didn't take long before his stupid grin returned.
"Ahaha! Hey, England! This seems like the beginning of a great movie!"
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:31 pm
You're not golden and I'm getting tired
Act like you own the place when really you've only just arrived
I caught first glimmers in hides and skins
Look who's all grown up, black swanning about the solar winds ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ "The beginning of a great movie?"
Arthur repeated in dismay. How on Earth could Alfred seriously be thinking like that at a time like this? Well, actually, it wasn't too surprising of the American. To the Englishman though, this was no beginning of some great movie, this was his life coming to an end. He stared at Alfred's Hero t-shirt that had so brutally been murdered, being played with by the gentle shore waves. Reality hadn't really caught up with him yet, there was part of him that was hoping to God above that this was just some dream and it wouldn't be long now before the Jabberwocky came crashing through the trees and flew them back home into his bed.
He stared for a while in silence, waiting. But no, no Jabberwocky, Yeti, Pegasus or anything of the sort came to his rescue. He could have sworn his brain was hemorrhaging.
Drawing his knees to his chest, he hugged them with one arm - for some reason, they hurt a fair bit - and reached out with his free hand to knock Alfred's elbow from underneath him glaring at him. "Idiot, I didn't do anything! Why d'you assume it's my fault, huh?" He moaned, dropping his head down into his knees, talking to the American through them.
"Uggggh, my bloody head... Where the hell are we? Pfft, as if you're going to know. What happened? Ugh, I don't remember anything..." he croaked out, answering his own questions. He rubbed his forehead against his forearm, still ducked on his knees, mumbling to himself. This was still just a dream, this was still just a dream. England couldn't handle extreme weather conditions, there was no way he'd be survive in such an intense heat, with America, no less.
... Okay, so maybe being with America wouldn't be so bad...
B-but still! I-I can't handle his cheeriness right now...
Yes you can~
Ffffsh, I'm not listening to you, you're hungover.
Arthur silenced, battling with his groggy mind, cheeks suddenly getting even hotter. At least now he could blame it on the insane climate. He drew his knees closer together hugging them tight, face still buried in the crevice between arms and knees, before muttering out,
"... What are we going to do, idiot?"
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Baby, behave, we'll make it work,
Are you with me? Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 10:32 am
Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone.
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
Alfred's head hit the sand as his balance was knocked, but he decided not to get back up - that would look too uncool and clumsy. Instead he leant back, bringing his arms up so he could rest his head on top of his hands, absorbing the sun. It was like an involuntary vacation!
He turned to grin at the ever-so-easily-annoyed-Brit. "Why? Cause you're to blame for anything to do with alcohol... you or France."
He continued to watch England as he buried his head deeper and out of view.
What did happen?
All memories America had of previous events were blurred and disjointed - he wasn't sure what order things happened, but he was pretty sure he could blame the French wine.
"We were drinking at France's place... Must've found a boat and ended up here!" Brilliant deduction skills, he suddenly felt that he won against England by finding out the most simplest answer to his question, ever. But the real question was... what happened to the boat?
"'What are we gonna do'? Are you kidding? It's obvious! Have fun till someone realizes I'm gone and someone finds us!"
With that America blew on the Englishman's exposed neck and jumped to his feet before Arthur could retaliate.
"Hey, wanna go swimming?" Screw the headache! He was going to have fun anyway all he needed was a--
A...
AH GOD NO!
"Arthur!" his face had fallen and his voice was more desperate, "Where am I gonna get hamburgers from now?!"
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 12:45 pm
You're not golden and I'm getting tired
Act like you own the place when really you've only just arrived
I caught first glimmers in hides and skins
Look who's all grown up, black swanning about the solar winds ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ The quick shot of cool air on Arthur's nape made him jump and yelp out, falling backwards onto his hands. Why did Alfred always have to do something like that?! He lay on his back on his forearms, glaring through the blinding rays of light up at the cocky American. England was about to lash out in retaliation but the sudden movement of his fall suddenly made everything spin slightly. His eyes squeezed shut as he rubbed his forehead with a palm.
"Ugh... France's... wine... boat. Boat, what the <********>? ..." He wouldn't believe it if he weren't on the island staring into the sun himself. But strangely enough, it was insane enough to be true.
Seriously, how could Alfred be so damn cheery in such intense heat after having God-knows-how-many hours of sleep after evidently so much alcohol... It shouldn't astonish Arthur, not since knowing the American for so long, but he couldn't help but groan. Swimming? His head already felt like a jug of water, how could he take swimming? Surely that'd only drown him. Reluctantly, he pulled himself up from the hot sand, staggering around a bit before leaning into Alfred for support.
"You're bullshitting yourself if you think I'm going swimming right now..." he ducked his head in the crevice of America's collar, trying to find a bit of comfort, "There aren't going to be any hamburgers on this island, I hope you know. So we better get serious about getting ourselves found... or at least finding some food..."
his eyes slipped shut as an unexpected breeze brushed by them, his head warming to the sensation of being propped against Alfred.
On second thoughts, maybe we don't need to be in that much of a hurry to be found...
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Baby behave we'll make it work,
Are you with me? Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 12:03 am
Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone.
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
"Huh? Fine, we'll leave swimming till latter, yeah?" Alfred looked down awkwardly at Arthur as he buried his head into his shoulder, not particularly sure how the Englishman wanted him to react since he wasn't looking for a fight this time, "A hero can live without hamburgers! Uh... It can't be that hard right?"
Just saying that made his stomach growl in protest. No, he wanted hamburgers... nothing else. But maybe it wouldn't be that bad? He had been trying to go on a diet anyway but always ended up eating hamburgers again... So long as Arthur didn't get him eating berries and stuff, he should be fine!
He really had no idea how long they'd be stuck here, but right now, Alfred didn't want to leave.
Alfred faltered before interlocking his fingers with Arthur's messier locks as the breeze ran past. Suddenly he was grateful for Arthur to be hungover, he had been expecting him to be more edgy but he hadn't even hit him for saying anything stupid yet and he seemed... slightly more affectionate - in England's peculiar way of showing it.
"C'mon lets go find us some animals and kill them."
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 10:17 am
You're not golden and I'm getting tired
Act like you own the place when really you've only just arrived
I caught first glimmers in hides and skins
Look who's all grown up, black swanning about the solar winds ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ Arthur moaned a little, rubbing his head into the American's shoulder more. He really didn't feel so good... And somehow, he knew that it wasn't just the hangover. There was something about standing next to a great vast salty, watery mass that made him feel uneasy. The Englishman had never been one for the ocean, not since he rid himself of his sea-legs and took on the responsibility of a nation.
Now, the sea churned his stomach upside down.
Feeling his head starting spin - the humming of the ocean suddenly too loud - his fingers gripped at the hem of Alfred's jeans. "Ugh... Let's just... get out of here. Food, hunting, whatever, just..." his eyes scanned around the area they stood in, "There," he pointed half-heartedly to an expansive area of shade, framed by exotic trees, leading way into an unknown, "we're bound to find something there. If nothing, at least we'll have some shade from this godforsaken heat..."
Actually, that sounded damn good right now. Peeling himself off of Alfred, he stumbled around a bit before grabbing his wrist and dragging him toward the greenery, padding his way through the deep, hot sand - oh, that was a thought, where were their shoes? "C-Come on, idiot..!" he struggled out, before a glint of the sun hit his irises again, sending his mind spinning, his body dropping to the ground. "Ack... ********, goddamnit, what's wrong with me..?"
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Baby behave we'll make it work,
Are you with me? Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 11:44 am
Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone.
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
England's hand released it's grip from America's wrist as he fell. America tried to catch him before he hit the ground but was too slow to react.
"Ah, Arthur! What is wrong...?" Alfred dropped beside him and pulled him up into a sitting position, leaving a hand to rest on the other's shoulder with a concerned expression.
England could be so pathetic sometimes. He always seemed in such a desperate state that he had to cling to America for support - whether he admitted it or not...
As Alfred gazed into the emerald green eyes and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"Just as well you have your hero here to look after you." His smile was soft and his aura was unusually calm. Alfred's hand moved to Arthur's cheek and for a moment he didn't speak and let his mind trail off as he continued to examine Arthur's features, but, all too soon, the moment was over and he grinned and within a matter of seconds he had swept Arthur up into his arms bridal style.
"You'd look good in a dress..." America muttered to himself, before snapping out of his moment of fantasy and turning back to Arthur with a guilty grin. "Uh... Ahaha! Right..."
Alfred almost had a blush to his cheeks but he tried to ignore it and instead began to carry Arthur further underneath the canopy of trees.
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 4:57 pm
You're not golden and I'm getting tired
Act like you own the place when really you've only just arrived
I caught first glimmers in hides and skins
Look who's all grown up, black swanning about the solar winds ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ Why wouldn't the world stop spinning? This was unusual. Back in England's pirate days, getting completely drunk out of this head and winding up on some random forsaken beach was absolutely the norm. Now though, he felt like his brain was about to explode out of his skull. Had his body just expelled all his prior skills out of him? Rendering him utterly susceptible and downright useless in the humidity and heat of it all?
Not fair.
"I, uh, I don't really know..." he answered Alfred's question, keeping his head down, before feeling a hand gently across it, his eyes flicking to the American. That hand was so familiar now; not so rough, not so soft, an amiable in between that was always so warm. Or was that just Arthur's cheeks again?
He sighed. "I-I keep telling you idiot, y-you're not a her--ahh!" he was cut short abruptly by the sensation of being swung up, away from the ground and into Alfred's arms. "I-idiot!! What are you doing? Ah, whoa... Jesus..." before he had a chance to flap around, everything began to whirl around him like a portal again. He clamped his eyes shut, burying his head into Alfred's chest, curling up in his arms. "Mmff, maybe I could do with you carrying me..."
He kept his head leaning against Alfred's bare chest, bright red staining his cheeks, one arm hooked around his neck. He heard Alfred mutter out something, something about a dress? Pfft, b*****d, he better not be thinking... but the American's guilty tone said it all. Oh, whatever, Arthur really didn't care right now. Right now, all he wanted was shade. And water that wasn't infested with sodium chloride and God-knows-what-else.
Reaching the canopy, he felt the cool shade wash over him like a heavenly reward. They didn't know how long they had been out in the sun, but it certainly took its toll on Arthur's little body. "Oh God that's so much better. I could probably just... fall... asleep..." he sighed out, nestling in more comfortably against Alfred.
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Baby behave we'll make it work,
Are you with me? Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 4:40 pm
Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone.
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
As the Englishman sought protection in Alfred's arms, he couldn't help but let his grin grow even wider. Arthur curled up so desperately closer against his chest and it made him seem so helpless that America couldn't help but chuckle teasingly.
How can you not say that I'm your hero?
"Hey! Arthur! Don't sleep - so boring!" Alfred pouted. They were on new land - surely the ex-pirate, the man who once had one of the largest empires in the world would understand how thrilling it was to explore and discover? It could be like Indiana Jones style adventure where they find booby-trapped -- God... Did America always have to relate things to movies?
A thorned branch snagged on the young American's converse and all too quickly he tripped and fell. The landing wasn't too soft either.
He got up onto his arms, looking down at the Brit with an embarrassed smile.
And your hero was doing so smoothly until now...
"Are you okay...?" before he received a response he turned to the sound of rustling behind the leaves then absent-mindedly placed a hand over Arthur's mouth with a quiet shush. He waited for another sign of life.
[this is unfinished but I decided not to finish it 8D enjoy!]
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 5:38 pm
You're not golden and I'm getting tired
Act like you own the place when really you've only just arrived
I caught first glimmers in hides and skins
Look who's all grown up, black swanning about the solar winds ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ Sleep was just beginning to wash over the dazed Englishman, he was horribly and rather rudely jolted awake. He let out a yelp as he crashed onto the floor, hands flailing to try and grab onto Alfred but instead only managed to land painfully beside him. "A-aaack! Jesus Alfred!" he exclaimed, scowling up at the meek smile looking down at him. That bloody well hurt and did nothing to quell his slighted vision and hungover state. He glared at pouted at the stupidly posed question.
"No I'm bloody well not oka--mmfgh!" he began but was all too quickly cut off by the giant hand over his face. Oh, it wasn't really Alfred's fault, but everything he was doing so far was winding Arthur up to no end. And they had only been awake for about 20 minutes. Not a good started. Arthur flailed and glared under the hand mumbling and completely ignoring Alfred's imperative to 'shush'.
Scowling, he grabbed the American's hand and threw it to one side. "What the hell are you doing?!" he began, but stopped as he too heard something of a rustle. Turning his head, he glared at the bushes until the rustling stopped. He flipped onto his front and crawled next to it, before a rabbit hopped out of it jumping away for dear pathetic life. "Grab it!" he yelled, pouncing after it. Hey, maybe it could serve as dinner.
((... Islands have rabbits, right?)) ▾ ▿ ▾ ▿
Baby behave we'll make it work,
Are you with me? Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 5:09 am
Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone.
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
Alfred simply rolled his eyes when he heard Arthur question his methods - there was obviously something edible in the bushes and for once - England was being the loud mouth, rushing into the situation.
As England made his way to the bush, a rabbit appeared.
A rabbit...?
Is that it?
Alfred had some practice tackling much larger things like bulls or cows or something, but not little rabbits. A rabbit wouldn't be able to feed the American's huge appetite!
"Hey you'll scare it--" He spoke too late and for a moment he began to watch the chase after the poor defenseless rabbit, but then his stomach growled.
He looked around for something - anything - that could be used as a weapon, a net... a lasso...
Alfred grinned as he tore down a vine and attempted to knot it. His cowboy days never truly left him.
"Hey, Artie - watch the genious!"
He swung it and chucked it and his throwing skills were immaculate - but the bunny was too small that it just jumped through the gap in the vine.
But America wasn't going to give up that easily and admit defeat to a... bunny rabbit.
He tried again but to no avail and with only the same outcome. He dropped the vine and grabbed the heaviest stick he could find then he sighed and stopped chasing it.
"Do you think there are any cows on this island?"
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 6:16 am
You're not golden and I'm getting tired
Act like you own the place when really you've only just arrived
I caught first glimmers in hides and skins
Look who's all grown up, black swanning about the solar winds ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ Oh, Alfred was so useless! How on earth could he have ever called himself a cowboy if he couldn't even catch a rabbit? A rabbit of all things! Granted, it was a tiny little thing, and though the ex-cowboy's attempts were valiant, it was almost as if the little creature saw this as a game, jumping through the hoop as if it were nothing. Arthur whined as it evidently grew tired of playing and scampered off, at annoying speed. He sighed, deflated a little and pouted up at the dumb-looking American above him.
"You look like a bloody caveman. You know, one of those failed ones. I can't believe two fully grown nations couldn't even manage capturing a ******** bunny..." he draped a hand to the back of his head rubbing it with his palm. This was embarrassing, even by their standards. Their ineptitude was showing, all too evidently and suddenly their stay here seemed darker without so much as a shade of hope. "How the hell are we going to survive this...?" he muttered to himself, as Alfred posed yet another stupid question.
... It was stupidly amusing though.
The Englishman let out an abrupt laugh, as if America's ridiculousness still surprised him. In honesty, it did, sometimes, but actually, a bit of humour here was a more than a little bit appreciated. Maybe it's why he loved that dolt so much. "Aha! Cows! What the Hell Alfred, what sort of island do you think we're on? That one off of Lost?" it was probably a really bad thing that Arthur could immediately relate back to that terrible American series, that one with the island and absurd happenings; the one with the Polar Bears on the island.
"If this is that island, then s**t! We're even more screwed than I thought!" he grinned rather sardonically through a frown, grabbing onto that massive stick Alfred held to hoist himself back up onto his feet. "Rabbits aside, I'm still famished. If you really are my hero, you would have gotten me something to eat by now. Hmph." though he scolded, it was a tease, Alfred knew better than to take it to heart, right?
((Your last line cracked me up, I'm not so sure why... xD)) ▾ ▿ ▾ ▿
Baby behave we'll make it work,
Are you with me? Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 9:30 am
Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone.
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home
Perhaps the two men had simply lost touch of their previous more primitive skills and now with all the fast food joints just a 5 minute walk away from Alfred's house - why would he ever need to go hunting again? Well somehow they had ended up in a situation where they had to.
"A caveman, huh? You mean I look strong right?" The American laughed and settled for a subtle wink to England before trying to sound more serious, "But it was just a bunny we can find bigger and better things I bet!"
For a moment Alfred frowned at Arthur's quick knock downs at anything America said - but hey - why was he listening to him again...?
"Maybe we won't ever survive this and we'll have to fight against one another for food or there's actually an alien spaceship which landed beyond those trees which is what bought us here and it's scrambling all radio signals so we can't cry for help and it's trying to lure us towards them so that they can eat us of perform experiments or something..."
Alfred grinned stupidly, he knew none of that was true. Well he hoped deep down that it wasn't. Where was Tony when you wanted him...?
He continued to ignore England's speech, he probably wasn't suggesting anything useful anywa--
"If you really are my hero..."
America frowned with a slight twitch of annoyance from that remark. "Whaddya mean 'if'?!" Alfred swung the branch over his shoulder, standing up straighter with a slight glare at the Brit. "I am your hero! And I'll prove it! If I bring back something even better than a rabbit!"
He leant in closer to Arthur and now the sparkle was back in his eye but he had a sly smile.
"Then you can't deny that I'm not, right?"
[[Funny? 8'D Umm... it's honestly what Alfred was thinking about seriously : D
-- I mean there are pigs on islands.. why not cows? n_n; *shot*]]
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 4:09 pm
You're not golden and I'm getting tired
Act like you own the place when really you've only just arrived
I caught first glimmers in hides and skins
Look who's all grown up, black swanning about the solar winds ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ ▸ ▹ For once, Alfred was right - it was just a bunny, surely they'd be able to find something a bit more substantial for them to murder and eat. A bunny rabbit would decidedly not satisfy the thundering in his stomach. Who knows when the last time he ate was? When the last time he put something in his mouth that wasn't alcohol? He smacked his lips at the thought, it was so dry...
It wasn't long before Alfred went off on one of his ridiculous tangents again. Aliens, scrambling radio signals, experiments, possible death. Arthur just looked at him with the usual you're-an-idiot expression fixed on his face, barely listening to what he was saying. It's not as if any of it would be making sense anyway. He rolled his eyes and gave the bigger nation a bit of a shove to the chest. "Come off it Alfred, you know none of that would ever be true, unless we really were on that Godforsaken island of Lost..." although right now, that didn't seem far off. After all, they were on some random island and, well... lost.
England seemed to have hit something of a nerve when America came back at him with defensive remarks about being a hero. England, along with the rest of the bloody world, knew that Alfred was no hero. No hero at all. At least, not to the rest of the world, or any real proportion of humankind. But... he was something of a hero to the Englishman, though he would never admit it out loud.
He chuckled as the American defended, determined to prove his worth and his credibility as a hero. A smirk played on his lips, but quickly reverted to a stubborn pout as Alfred leant in closer. "Well then, seems you're just going to have to find something to impress me then, aren't you?" he mocked, leaning dangerously close to Alfred's face, his lips. The Englishman lingered there for a little while, teasingly, before pulling away abruptly, grinning slyly. His hangover seemed to have disappeared, too.
He glanced toward the sea. "Maybe going for a dip is a good idea. Might be able to catch us some fish." he stated rather dryly, hands on hips, his gaze distant.
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Baby behave we'll make it work,
Are you with me? Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
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