Hi, everyone~! It's so great to have my ego inflated by such great people!
I've been thinking of introducing an OC of mine. Don't worry, it's not a girl. In my opinion, all girl OCs are created for the sole purpose of pissing me off. No offense to those with girl OCs, but I REALLY REALLY HATE girlOCs. Anyway, he's Ireland, a drunken (but very sexy *derp face*) dude with a passion for alcohol and a passionate hatred of England. Plus he's got earrings and some awesome stubble.
Disclaimer: Like I'd want to own Hetalia or Inuyasha. Psh, please.
America wasn't sure what to do with himself.
It's not very often that he was the one that got stood up. He usually did the standing up, and he couldn't say he enjoyed the sudden role reversal.
It didn't help that his date was cute. And spirited. And knew Japan. And freaking left with Japan—
America wasn't jealous. Of course not. So what if Japan had an awesome girlfriend? He needed to get out more, anyway.
The global power stood up from the park bench that he'd returned to after being deserted by his friend, convincing himself that it was all very tragic, like in that one movie that he'd seen. What was it called again? Oh yeah; E.T. Oh man, Tony had cried so hard.
Cheered up considerably by his imagined misery, Alfred had set off in search of a burger when he noticed a brochure lying on the bench he'd recently vacated. He strode back and picked it up, noting that it was written in Chinese or Japanese or something—it's not like he read much, anyway.
Maybe it fell out of Kagome's coat pocket? It looked like a travel brochure, or maybe a guided tour. And Kagome had been with a large group of other Japanese people…
America flipped it open, scanning through the many photos of different places. As far as he could tell, it was a cruise to New York, nowhere else. The hotel that they would stay at was listed on the back flap, in English so as to keep the brand name recognizable.
America grinned. Kagome was gonna eat at that sweet diner near his apartment, whether she came voluntarily, involuntarily, or escorted by the Secret Service. He was sure that his boss could work it out.
Ah, the perks of being a country.
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Kagome wasn't amused.
After being kidnapped by an insane (but cute) man for an insane (but cute) purpose, she'd expect her friends to be sick with worry, or to call the police, or at least check to see if she was unharmed.
Apparently, it was too much to ask.
"So, what did you guys do?"
"Was it fun?"
"You didn't mess up with your English, did you?"
"Did he kiss you?"
"Does he have a friend? Or a brother? Or a twin?"
"Or triplets?"
At this last comment from Eri, all three of them dissolved into squeals and giggles and envious sighs. Kagome merely stared at them, torn between astonishment and disgust.
Noticing her rather shell-shocked expression, Yuka shrieked, "Oh, kami, did he?"
"What?" Eri yelped.
Ayumi looked like she would happily jump off a cliff. Kagome privately felt the same.
"No, he didn't," the miko hissed. "Now shut up, before someone hears you!"
For some reason, Ayumi looked both relieved and gratified. Yuka and Eri were nothing but disappointment.
"No fair! Then we could have a bishounen lying at our feet."
Eri smirked. "I think you mean that I could have two."
Kagome effortlessly ignored the resulting catfight, flicking through channels in a hopeless quest for some decent anime.
A half-hour later, the miko finally admitted defeat. "I'm going to sleep now. Please be quiet, ne?"
Yuka grinned deviously. "All tired out from your fun with what's-his-name?"
All three of her friends burst out laughing, and Kagome couldn't help but smile. "Shut up."
"Aw, she's shy!"
"Was it the greatest?"
Keeping a straight face, Kagome replied, "He could use some practice."
Their conversation quickly turned into an innuendo contest, but Kagome opted out in favor of sleep.
A brochure identical to the one that America had found was lying on her bedside table, flipped open to all the places that the tour would visit.
Rockefeller Center
Statue of Liberty
UN
Empire State Building…