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Author's Notes: Inspired by several pictures. This is one of four bunnies for why England should not drink.
Why England Shouldn't Drink I
They had decided to go get drunk together, a fairly normal occurrence, and Arthur had decided to try and perform magic, another fairly normal occurrence. What wasn't normal was that it worked...well, sort of.
Prussia looked down at the little Arthur sitting in his lap. He was just over three feet tall and had the oddest hair style he had ever seen, it made him look like he had a pair of floppy rabbit ears. He was wearing a patched and frayed yellow dress with a green cape that was tied by a red ribbon. He recognized the outfit as being what England wore back when they were both young, and the size indicated that this England was that young, again.
He wasn't alone, though. There was a mostly naked England curled around a whiskey bottle in the corner of the room. He wore the collars and cuffs of a waiter outfit and not much else. An apron was the only thing covering his "vital regions", though his naked butt was visible on the other side.
Wrapped around the ceiling fan was another England. This one dressed in a toga and sporting a halo and angel wings. A magic wand had fallen into the hands of a punk rocker England. This England was dressed in tight black leather pants, a grungy white shirt, and a frayed leather jacket.
Two military dressed Englands, one more modern and one from the Revolutionary War period, were arguing with an England dressed as a pirate (complete with tricorn hat).
Another England was looking for chalk, he said he could fix this, but considering he was as wasted as the others, he doubted it.
Instead he cuddled chibi-England closer. He wasn't sure if he wanted chalk-hunting!England, who was dressed as a dark magician with a black hooded cape over robes, to actually find the chalk. See if the drunk wizard England could fix England's mistake he wouldn't be in this blissful place of multiple Englands, including this little guy who was snuggling his chest and trying to sleep off the alcohol.
Though, he wouldn't mind if the arguing three behind him would quite down, they were disturbing his snuggle bunny.
Pirate!England had obviously gotten fed up with the two military Englands and smashed a bottle of rum over the more emo Revolutionary!England's head. Where he got the rum was as mysterious as where the Chippendales!England got his whiskey.
"Why is the rum gone?" Pirate!England asked.
"Because you just smashed the bottle over England's head," WWII!England said.
"But I'm England," the Punk!England said, joining the group.
"No, I am," the wizard said, trekking through the living room on his way to raid the hall closet.
"Well, I'm Britannia Angel," the angel said before turning green and flying off towards the toilet.
"You're all England, and stop disturbing little!England's sleep, he's not made for this much alcohol," Prussia shouted out, stopping the argument.
He got up and held little!England against his chest like a baby before heading off to the medicine cabinet to get the hangover killer known as aspirin. He needed them if he was going to deal with the four drunk, but still irritable, Englands in the living room. He heard Britannia Angel throwing up and decided to ignore the fact that none of the other Englands seemed to be sick.
This bunny adopted by: no one as of 11/6/2010