England Drabble
Why were they here again? No, better yet. Why was he here with that frog bastard and the rest of them!? When he has offered to help with the cake, he meant making it, not going out to twenty different bakeries and trying hundreds of different cakes. If he ate anymore bloody cake he'd be too ill to even go to the wedding, and when did he get a piece of rum cake in front of him? He was not touching the thing. He felt disgusting. He just wanted to go home, fall in bed and not move for another two weeks, maybe longer.
But now everyone was chatting about how delicious the sextuple chocolate cake was and digging into the new flavor. Was he ever going to get out of here?
The divvy started blathering some new idiocy and everyone was standing to leave. Ughhh. He's not even sure he can move. But that doesn't mean he wants that clot touching him, even if it is to help him…
No he doesn't need that frog bastard to walk him to the car or take him home. No he is not going to sit down and fasten his seat belt. No he doesn't need to be escorted inside or tucked into bed. And no he's not going to fall asleep…