trying to overcome this block of writer.D: This is just a one shot to help pass the time so I could get going with the rest of my fics. BUT please enjoy and review! :D
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" Uh. Boss, we got a problem."
The slight tap-tap-tapping on his door and the urgency in the voice that spoke woke an unreluctant England out of his dream where he and his unicorn friends were going about in a meadow, nymphs and pixies dancing around them in the summer air. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and opened the door a crack.
Ugh, too bright.
His weary green eyes looked grumpily into the panicked brown ones of a messenger, one of the many that informed him of current events. The messenger flinched a bit, and England chuckled darkly. God, he was sounding more like Russia everyday. But it couldn't be helped- without his beauty sleep England was cantakerous and emmitted a dark, dark aura that premonitioned an early death by scones. Not to mention a certain stupid wine-bastard had kept him up and running for an entire week with the Balenciaga, Mrac Jacobs, Louis shows, and more. It had been a nightmarish trip to Paris, and he needed some time to recuperate and to wash his brain of images of France strutting up and down the runway in the latest trends of the season. Too late for that. He sighed and looked at the frightened man. No need to blame the messenger right? Is that how it went? All right. Next time he sees him, he'll just kill France.
Attempting his best friendly smile despite the ungodly hours, England opened the door all the way and asked, " So, what's going on?"
The man cleared his throat.
" Recently a UK oil company, BP or British Pertroleum sent an oil rig to the United States."
England nodded. He knew that already. They were a big company, and the crude oil was in large demand in the U.S.
Ah, Alfred. He wondered how Alfred was doing. It had been a long while since they had last seen each other- perhaps he should pay a visit some time soon. Better than spending his time at France's house playing dress up or something. All the nations knew America wasn't exactly at it's prime at the moment, but England hadn't seen the situation for himself. He had only glimpsed, the dark bags under Alfred's eyes- ones that had never been there before... But whenver he said something, Alfred was just smile that bright, bright smile of his, and proceed to tell him that he had been fulfilling heroic duties the entire night. There were rumors too... nasty rumors.. about Alfred falling as a superpower, about Yao taking advantage of it all...
" So what about the BP rig?"
The messenger fiddled with the documents in his hand.
" You see..."
He was getting impatient. England stared directly at him.
" Tell me."
It was an order, practically. And you don't refuse the order of a country like England.
The messeger squeezed the documents between his hands.
" The-BP-rig-sunk-and-caused-an-oil-spill-in-the-Gulf-of-Mexico!"
There was an uncomfortable silence as the thousand year old nation tried to process the information through his drowsiness.
So.
Technically.
His oil rig caused a spill in the Gulf of Mexico.
His oil. In Alfred's Gulf.
Right.
Fantastic.
Looks like his visit to Alfred's would be earlier than anticipated.
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I might write a second chapter with Alfred in it~ all it depends on is how fast I get my work done. :D I hope you enjoyed! Please review!
By the way, has anyone gone to Knott's Berry Farm before?
Oh I dunno if all the information is correct or not, its just based on random things I heard about the oil spill. And I don't know for sure how old England is- lets say I rounded. :D
susan out.
