So I've acquired an awesome, knowledgeable and patient beta reader! .net/u/2433959/breaking_t_h_e_rush has helped me fix my grammar, sentence structure, possessive's, and much much more. (didn't help with my intro, this mess is alllll me) We're a section update a head of schedule so there shouldn't be any lags in updates. Which, I'm not sure I told you, should be every Monday until I drop the ball :D I'm not anticipating ball dropping until I start working on the plot sections.. which we are gradually leading up to.
"What ez zis?"
"Dinner.."
"Why does zhe boy's mush look more appetizing?"
"Because the boy's food was created in a lab by overpaid men in white suits and inflated egos. This was created out of the goodness of my heart, which is currently running off four hours of sleep, a bran muffin, and a very low opinion of the world at large.
France poked at his food apprehensively "I don't believe I 'ave to suffer just because you cannot separate fact from fiction."
"Those are real problems people face!" England retorted jabbing his fork across the table at France.
"I doubt et, et ez a Soap Opera!" France reasoned shrugging his shoulders and eyeing his son's fruit cocktail.
England blushed but fought to defend himself "art reflects life!"
"Oui, but whose?"
"There are more people in this world than you, you know." England reflexively saved America's cup as it was sent spinning to the edge.
"Oui," France smirked and winked as he speared a peach off of Canada's food tray. The blond boy frowned up at his father who clucked him under his chin playfully; evidently this action appeased Canada who went back to analyzing his meal, reminiscent of the older nation.
"Why do you have to make everything sexual?"
"Et ez more fun, non?"
"Or maybe it's because Seychelles hasn't returned any of your phone calls, and you're getting a little blue?" The Englishman waggled his eyebrows, but the other side of the table remained mute.
"I wonder if she's having an affair." He waggled his eyebrows some more, this time achieving a reaction from the Frenchman.
"You know, in stead of living vicariously zrough my conquests, perhaps you should look into 'aving some of your own." France got out of his chair mumbling something about 'whose blue now' and took his dinner plate to the sink, as three pairs of eyes watched. "And just because I 'aven't told you she's called back," he said over his shoulder as he sent his inedible slop down the drain, "doesn't mean she 'asn't."
"So she has?"
"Non," he said cleaning off his plate then turning to look back at the table "but if you zay another one word about 'er 'aving an affair I'm calling zhe cable company and 'aving it shut off."
America, Canada and England watched France storm out of the kitchen, then two pairs of cloudy ocean eyes turned his way, both began pointing and using their newest phrase: Uh oh.
England was fairly certain where ever France was he could hear the repeated "Uh oh, Papa! Uh oh Papa!" and even though the phrase didn't really mean anything, the feeling and inspiration behind it was incredibly sweet and it would be a fool indeed whose spirits weren't lifted by the tiny cries.
Reviews/comments/critiques are love as well as insinuative... (yes, yes I'm shameless)