Sheep Often Escape
KK: HAHA XD. This story will take place later during Civil Wars Aren't That Civil. Those of you coming from said story, I have another pairing that is official. CSA/Wales! It's become one of my OTPs in about three months XD. And I have reasoning to like this ship. Many of the soldiers in the Confederacy's army were Welsh (and Scottish, too!). The President of the CSA had Welsh ancestry, too. It's a bit crack, but I can see it working out.
MUHAHAHA! Use of the new ability to use pairings in the information!
Wales let off a laugh when his much more southern friend fell into the pile of hay. The blond-brunette with sparkling jasmine eyes found himself being pulled into the stack as well, nearly landing on a bucket. Only a few seconds passed before he felt two hands grasp his shoulders and lift him up. "Churt?" The much younger personification asks, looking over his short friend's body to make sure their were no bruises. Wales blinked, unable to understand both the Southern accent and the slang. Realizing this, Albert paused before grinning. With as much sloppiness as a pig he asked again, "Wyt ti'n iawn?" It came out with a terrible pronunciation that made Wales laugh.
"I'm fine, lamb," the Celtic man grinned, placing a fleeting kiss on the younger person's cheek. Albert's face flushed, still not use to the attention. Then he quickly flicked his view around to make sure no one had been watching*-especially Scotland**. The older let out another laugh and wrapped his arms around the much younger man, forming an odd hug. Wales continued laughing into Confederacy's pale shirt. "Do not worry," the jasmine-eyed man started, "Scotland shall not be back for a little while!"
As if the world wanted to prove him wrong, a loud voice suddenly broke the calming tension. A red-faced, red headed man decked in a fancy dress uniform came out of seemingly nowhere. He began screaming at them both in a tongue Confederacy couldn't understand***. Wales just clung to his gray-eyed friend even tighter. Finally the Welshman walked up to the taller, screaming man and slapped him right across the face while letting out a, "Ffwcia'i o'ma!...h-haliwr." The two people-one with gray eyes, the other with green-stood there in shock. Finally the previously-slapped man lightly touched his cheek with one gloved hand. Wales took a few steps back, all while looking at the newcomer with fierce eyes.
"Lleu Davyn Lloyd-Kirkland, you did not just slap me." Albert noted several things: Wales' name was Lleu, this man could speak English (through the accent was a little odd) and Wales was very, veryhandsome (he wasn't completely sure how to describe it...) when angry. "I did," Wales replied. He brought himself back over to Albert and quickly led them away. "We can go and catch the sheep that got away earlier, Anwylyd."
Albert noticed his half-lover add the last word with a lot of emphasis-as if to shock the male they were leaving. It certainly worked.
Sheep Often Escape
*-PDA wasn't that common then. Especially not for two men.
**-(head cannon!) England might not care much about Wales, but Scotland is very protective of his (forgotten) brother.
***-Scottish. Yes, that is a language.
"Churt" is my way of Confederacy's Southern dialect. It's supposed to mean 'Are you hurt?'
"Wyt ti'n iawn?' Should mean "Are you okay?"
"Ffwcia'i o'ma!...haliwr." Should something I'm not going to translate.
"Anwylyd" Should mean 'dear'.
KK: Short fic is short~! Oh, the title has a double-meaning. Does anyone understand it? I seriously LOVE writing Wales-even though he doesn't have an official design/personality-and Confederacy. I'm probably the only person that ships them, though XD.