England: Heres another one
Wolf: I bet your surprise that I've posted another today
England: Good surprise though… right?
Wolf: … If not, we will set Sweden on you
Wolf and England: This was requested by The Artist Formally Known As. *Creepy smile* Enjoy
It's raining again… as it almost always does in England. Berwald and I have just returned from another monotonous meeting and we're just getting ready to meet Den, Nor, Ice and the rest of them at the pub. As I start to pull off my plain suit jacket and un tucking my crisp white shirt I feel a tapping on my shoulder.
I turn around and my eyes fall onto the bundle of denim that used to be a pair of skin tight jeans - that were now riddled with rips and holes. I feel my face heat up.
"W-w-where did you f-f-find that?" I slowly look up at him, his face as stoic as ever
"… in yo' wardrobe" his mouth quirks into a small smirk "… So… car' to explain'?"
"Nope" I turn around to hide my now red face
"… If yo' won't explain, yo' havta wear 'em" I see the jeans dangle in front of my face. Ripping them from his grasp and throwing them onto the bed
"How about neither" as I continue to change into a pair of black slacks and a new shirt, I see Sweden pick the jeans up again
"… 'kay. I guess I'll just look through yo'r wardrobe som' more-"
"NO! … Fine. I'll wear them"
"'nd this" he dumps a black belt covered in silver studs, a - Very - tight black long sleeve and a looser (sort of) white t-shirt. A melting/faded Union Jack printed on it into my arms.
'Thank god he didn't find the rest of it'
*At the pub*
"… What are you wearing?" said Nor and Ice
"DUUUUUUDE!" exclaimed America
"Meine gott" moaned Germany
"Oh Honhonhon…" giggled France
" AWESOME!" yelled Den and Prussia
Note to self: Never let Sweden find (the rest) of my punk clothes