A/N; wow, it's been awhile… anyways I've decided to write a song fic a song fic about Oscar and Jill. I know there weren't trains in the game but bear with me while I creatively turn the train into a horse cart in the story part of the fiction.
Disclaimer: I don't own fire emblem or the song 'home for a rest'
We
arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars
along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and
oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
You'll
have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a
week
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called
vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I
need home for a rest
Take me
home....
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Oscar and a couple other knights where in Daien on a piece keeping mission and had decided to go down to the bar to celebrate the last day of service before the journey home. One drink turned into a few to many and soon the lot of them were sprawled out on the bar asking for another round despite the fact that they could barely lift their heads to drink them.
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Euston
Station the train journey North
In the buffet car we lurched back
and forth
Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green
fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
You'll
have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a
month
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called
vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I
need home for a rest
Take me home....
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Too drunk to actually ride home the next day, the group spent many happy hours sobering up as they were towed home in a horse cart, the men eventually became sane enough to talk, Oscar purposed that they sneak off in the night for another few drinks.
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By
the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets
A rare old
perfume, so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt, as the
pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a
round
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've
been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
And these
so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the
drink
I need home for a rest
Take me
home....
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Jill found the green haired Crimean laying in the snow outside the pub, she sighed and helped the gibbering wreck to his feat and helped him back to her place while she made jibes about him catching hypothermia.
The fire was burning low around midnight while Jill held Oscar in her arms as he sobered up.
"Oh, Jill! So you're the one who picked me up by the pub, I thought it was some organ harvester. So, you've got me." He said in a happy tone. "Now what are you going to do with me?" obviously Oscar still needed some time to sober up.
"You poor deluded idiot. I love you but I'm not having sex with you while your drunk, I want to be sure that you return the emotion."
"*YAWN* You know best." With that Oscar fell asleep using Jill's breast as a pillow.
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The
gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank now
ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me
soon
And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at
noon
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been
gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
And these
so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the
drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home
Man oh man, that sucked… I even make that song look bad! Oh well, R&R!
