My apologies for the update delay! I've had an English project, and Homestuck is so addictive...and awesome, may I add. I've been watching the dubbed version on YouTube and I'm currently an hour or so into act 4 :)

Also, I didn't plan this much, I just have a list of planned memories to incorporate in dreams and some of his waking time.

Sorry if you were enjoying all of the England and Romania scenes, because I wanted to cut this bit off. It wasn't really important to the plot, so just assume they had a fun day. This is set in the late evening.

Not sure about how easily Romania is scared, but I thought this'd be funny XD

...why is this bit so "coheriable" despite the fact that England's drunk? Anyway, the idea is that he forgets some of it through his inebriety, so some bits are skipped. Yeah, that's the truth...

Enjoy this filler~


"And then, and then, that Kraut and his stupid *hic* companion were right by our camp!" I shout drunkenly.

"What did you say about Bruder!" shouts Prussia. He tagged along with us because he proclaimed that he was too awesome to do otherwise. Also, he's Romania's cousin and my drinking buddy, after all!

"Prusia, please," Romania says, stumbling under the weight of me, my arm draped across his shoulder. "He's had a lot to drink, and you know how easily he gets drunk."

"WHAT?" I retort. "I know - *hic* - I know how to hild my loquor - *hic*!"

He sighs. "Just don't do anything stupid. Well, dangerous anyway."

"I'm the bloody Bretish Impire...I think I'm able to keep my thoughts cohe - co - coheriable!"

"You invented the English language," Romania comments.

"I think coheriable is a perfectly awesome word!" Prussia adds.

"Prusia, get the camera," he says, grinning.

"Camera?" I hiccup. "Wh-why?"

"Anglia, do a dance for us, will you?" he requests, pointing the camera at me.

"Th-that is - *hoc* - rather improper!"

He smirks. "There's still some of sober Anglia in there."

"England!" Prussia calls out. "You of all people should know that it is impolite to refuse a request from one of your friends!"

"Yo-you're right," I reply.


Through my drunken haze, I notice that Romania and Prussia have brought me home and just left me on the sofa. I think we've silently agreed to have a sleepover, or maybe I suggested it and can't remember.

"Let's watch a movie!" Prussia suggests, flicking through my personal collection of movies.

"You know what kind of stuff he'll have in there," Romania says mischievously.

"I can still hear you, idiots!" I yell, my words slurring.

Prussia inserts a DVD and turns the telly on. He grabs the remote and shifts my feet so he can sit on the sofa.

The menu screen for Woman in Black appears.

"Bring it - *hic* - on," I say, smirking.

Prussia presses the play button. Romania remains on the floor, sitting stiffly.


"Ha!" Prussia proclaims, jumping up from the sofa. "That wasn't too much for the awesome me to handle!"

"Damn it...don't be so - *hic* - loud," I mutter.

"How about you, cousin?" he asks Romania.

"M-me? Oh, I'm f-fine," he stutters unconvincingly.

"Kesesesese! You were scared?"

"I can't help it! She didn't disintegrate in sunlight; of course she was scary!"

An idea comes into my head.

I stand up, stagger my way over to the next room, and sit in a rocking chair. I start leaning backwards and forwards, making it creak...

I hear Romania screaming from the other room and fleeing upstairs as Prussia enters the room I'm in. We share a fist bump before going up the stairs to find Romania, cowering, hiding underneath a blanket.

Prussia throws the blanket off, making Romania tremble before he notices it's not the Woman in Black.

"Stop it!" he cries. "You know horror movies without vampires scare me!"

"And also England's current state," Prussia adds, glancing to me.

"Whaaat? Is there - *hic* - something on my face?" I ask, leaning in towards him.

"Your hair is black and your eyes are red. Which is awesome."

"Why, thank y-," I reply, suddenly feeling a wave of dizziness rush over me. Romania moves off of my bed, noticing my stupor.

I collapse into Prussia's arms as he prevents me from smashing my face on the foot of my bed. He slowly lowers me down, but not tucking me in, because that would just be awkward. Instead, he leaves me sprawled on top of the covers, with everything around me blurred.

Everything falls away and is replaced by...

Oh God...is that...a cave?