This isn't really a sequal to America's proposal,
but just to let you guys know.
England and America are married
and England has four brothers
Scotland, Wales, Ireland and Northern Ireland.
England needed tea. Now. He'd been at a meeting in France for a while and was in desperate need for a decent cuppa. Pulling his key from his pocket he put it in the lock. Only to find it wouldn't fit.
'Fuck.' he muttered, then spotted a note.
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Ach, England you git! You're not getting this house back until you listen to me! And dunnea bother going to our brothers aboot this, they're on my side. I ain't so mean as to make you homeless, so I rang that Husband o' yours and sent some clothes over. 'owever, I ain't givin' in or owt before you come crawlin' back and give me more fuckin' control over me own country!
Fuck you,
Scotland.
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'OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, SCOTLAND OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR OR SO HELP ME I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE AND DANCE ON YOUR ASHES.'
A top floor window opened.
'IS THAT A THREAT GIT FACE?' Scotland screamed.
''WHY YES IT FUCKING IS. SCOTLAND YOU ARSEWIPE! THE ONLY THING PREVENTING ME FROM ARSON RIGHT NOW IS THE FACT THAT MOST OF MY STUFFS IN THERE.'
'D'YA MEAN STUFF LIKE THIS?' Scotland screamed and dangled England's guitar out of the window.
'DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!'
'DARE WHAT? DROP YOUR FUCKING PRECIOUS ELIZABETH?' Scotland yelled and threw the guitar out the window, then scowled when England managed to catch it. With one final 'FUCK YOU.' he shut the window and retreated back inside. Grumbling, England slung his guitar on his back and made his way to the airport.
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'IG!' America screamed and ran towards his husband.
'Good god Love, It's only been a few days.'
'It feels longer, that's all.' America picked England up in a hug, beaming. England smiled back and kissed America, for once not caring about being in a public place. Since the two had married England had become slightly less uptight about showing affection, but that didn't stop him from blushing like a tomato. America put England down and grabbed his hand.
'I managed to get ya some tea, but I ain't sure it's the right one... I'm a little confused why your visitin' Ig, 'coz ya know I was gonna come an' stay with you next week.'
'Scotland kicked me out.'
'What, why?' America asked.
'Because he's a git, now where's your car?' America ruffled England's hair with his free hand and led him to his mustang.
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'Scotland sent you some clothes over, the suitcases are over there." America pointed to three large suit cases. England grabbed them and took them up to his and America's room to unpack.
"WHAT THE FU- SCOTLAND!" England screamed. America burst into the room wielding a flag pole.
"WHAT? IGGY ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
"I'm fine! America put that down before you do yourself a mischief."
"Why'd you yell then?" America asked him.
"Look what clothes Scotland sent over!" England cried holding up a pair of leather trousers and a pirate hat. America raised an eyebrow and began going through the rest of the clothes. Combat boots, Tartan, Long coats, baggy shirts and an ever increasing pile of leathers were found.
"Ig, whose are these?"
"They're mine."
"HAHAHAHAHAaaahahaaHAHAH! You're kidding, right?"
"No I am not fucking kidding!" America carried on laughing. "Fine then you git! I'll prove it." England screamed and grabbed the nearest pile of clothes, then stalked into the bathroom.
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In the bathroom England looked at the clothes he grabbed and his face lit up. Rummaging through the many pockets of the trousers he'd grabbed he grinned as he pulled out his eyeliner and long since removed piercings. After a few minutes he came out the bathroom, decked out from head to toe in punk attire. Tartan bondage trousers clung to his legs, converse adorned his feet and his most obnoxious Sex Pistols shirt covered his chest. He'd put his piercing back in, so his ears, lip, nose, eyebrow and tongue were all covered in metal. Eyeliner had been expertly applied and his hair was even messier than usual. America took one look and nearly choked on his coffee.
"Iggy? Wha-" America started, but found himself distracted by England's maniacal grin, a grin which would make small children cry.
"I 'ave a plan to make that fucker pay for jackin' me 'ouse." England declared and got out his mobile.
England actually says 'I have a plan to make that fucker pay for stealing my house.'
just saying because not everyone's too good with English accents.
If you wanna see what shirt Englands wearing PM me
(doesn't want to scare small children)
review?