i have super bad art block right now so here’s 300+ words about England Loving Dog Shows Too Much i wrote on too little sleep
in my mind england is a religious watcher of dog shows and acts like a football dad whenever he’s watching one. he supports corgis the most (the royal family has a bunch) and would probably sock you if you shit talked any of them. germany is his very dedicated dog show-watching partner, occasionally they have extra people dragged along like prussia and france and america but no one gets what the heck these guys are so pumped about. honestly any extra watchers just either get scared or try to record these two grown men getting to near tears over dogs. england doesn’t do this anymore but he did used to bet on dog shows and he usually did pretty well. he stopped after he lost nearly £800 on a bad day to france, and even now france still occasionally lords it over him.
england is banned from at least one pub in both the uk and the usa for drunkenly demanding them to change the channel to the dog show. he’s also probably gotten into a bar fight at least once in the rare times the bartender actually changes the channels for him and he gets to watch. just imagine this angry young-looking man, gin staining his favorite totally hip and stylish argyle sweater vest, being dragged off by the cops screaming stuff like “did you just insult that dog’s fine coat? that beautiful beast was probably a better addition to the animal kingdom than your uncultured arse!! do you even have eyes, you fucking tosser?!!!” like… god this freaking guy lmfao. america bails him out if he’s in the states, otherwise england’s secretary has to make a very apologetic phone call to the cops to bail his nation out for the night.
most nations actually keep tabs on dog show dates because they need to know when they have to block england’s phone number so he doesn’t drunkenly rant/celebrate to them about the results afterwards. ok i’m going to stop here but seriously. england loving dog shows.
Canada: YOU?! Oh, reeeaaally? You?! The person who always has to make his opinion the first heard and the loudest? You, who tells everyone your feelings whether or not we care? You, you self centered power hungry drama queen– you who’s name should be changed to Alfred NEVER shuts up JOnes!!!– YOU are most like AARON freakin’ BURR?
my favourite person on her birthday.
Happy birthday, Maplevogel! You
said you wanted a domestic piece so I hope this counts. A little bit of sharing and caring and
by the song ‘Depth Over Distance’ by Ben Howard.
The hinges on the door squeaked in warning as Canada
pushed it open. The house was stale and
dim but he could hear the ‘click, click,
click’ of an oscillating fan in the distance.
He slipped out of his shoes and dropped his suitcase
on the worn hardwood.
home. Where are you?”
He squinted into the kitchen as he passed and sighed
at the pile of cardboard boxes and garbage.
The stove was blackened, the coffee pot was filled with noodles, and the
sink was stacked with unwashed dishes.
He knew what that meant.
Canada squared his shoulders and marched up the
staircase with his heart in his throat.
Kumajirou was sitting outside their bedroom door with his nose scrunched
up in displeasure. Canada tapped him on
the head twice before pushing the door open.
The hinges seemed to screech even louder than before
in the silence.
you in here?”
“No,” the bundle of blankets on their bed
“Are you sure?”
Canada asked, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Prussia had drawn the curtains but he could
see piles of clothes and more unwashed dishes scattered around the room.
“No,” the blankets repeated.
Canada bit his lip and tried not to laugh.
“No, you’re not here? Or no, you’re not sure?”
Prussia peeked out from under the covers and blinked
Canada chuckled, he could not help himself, and
reached out to smooth his tousled hair.
“Bad day, then?”
“Bad week,” Prussia pouted, but he leaned into his
hand. “I missed you.”
Canada hummed in understanding. He had missed Prussia too. But he knew that it was more than that.
“Are you going to get up?”
“… I don’t
want to get up today.”
Canada clucked his tongue and nudged Prussia until
he scooched over.
“Then move,” Canada said. “I want in.”
Prussia raised the corner of the blankets and Canada
slithered underneath. He wrapped his
arms around Prussia and pressed wet kisses to his shoulder and collarbone.
Prussia clutched the back of his suit jacket.
His hands were shaking.
“I’m sorry you had a bad week,” Canada mumbled
against his skin. “You should have told
me. I would have come home sooner.”