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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 28, 2010 21:47:05 GMT -5
[[OOC: Sorry guys, this one's going to be closed, at least initially!]]
It had been a long day, and the fact that America had class in the morning didn't mean a thing when he was THIS hungry and irritable. Yes, sometimes America got irritable. He was especially prone to irritability when he was hungry, tired, losing at something, and facing having to go on a date with England.
Unfortunately, he was all of the above.
America walked into the boys dorms common area with a packet of ramen noodles in hand and a frown on his face. He walked over to the kitchen area, added water, and shoved the noodles into the microwave with a deep and heavy sigh, not realizing that someone else was already in the room.
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Arthur Kirkland
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I wear my sunglasses at night because the sun never sets on the British Empire.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 28, 2010 21:52:49 GMT -5
A tired, annoyed voice piped up behind him. "Don't forget to clean out the microwave when you're through," England said from one of the couches. He had several books open around him and had his laptop in his lap, clearly working on something. "I just finished cleaning it out from where someone microwaved Indian food and left it all splashed about."
Spain had invited France over again, and although he wanted to stay in the room to stress the fact that he had the right to be there, having to spend time with the two of them was excruciating and Arthur had decided that it was in the best interests of his health to leave the room. At least until Francis was gone.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 28, 2010 21:56:32 GMT -5
America jumped slightly and turned around at that familiar, scolding voice. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the microwave, watching the LCD numbers as they counted down much more slowly than he wanted them to. "Yeah, sure, whatever, dad."
Just like a kid. An irritable one.
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Arthur Kirkland
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 28, 2010 22:02:25 GMT -5
England scowled and rolled his eyes. America was such a brat. "You don't have to take that tone with me. I just don't want to have to clean it out myself. Apparently I'm not allowed to use the microwave in my room."
He sighed and turned back to his laptop, where he was drafting the peace treaty for the dorm room he shared with Spain. It was turning out to take a lot longer than he thought it would to write, especially since he had homework for his other classes to attend to as well.
"...did you ever get any other bets for your charity...thing?" he asked after a moment.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 28, 2010 22:09:58 GMT -5
Gah, he had to go and mention it! America took the fork he'd brought in from his room and started tapping it on the microwave.
Clang, clang, clank! "No," he admitted, his tone just as bratty as before. "Apparently no one else thinks that they're obligated to donate more than fifty bucks to help people, which is just stupid."
He felt a little guilty saying that. Belle had meant well, of course, but they'd been interrupted before America could tell her that it was all right if she went to the dance in jeans and a t-shirt, as long as she donated $50.01 to his cause! But it hadn't worked out that way.
He was about to hit the microwave with the fork again, but lost grip on it and sent it flying across the counter. Oops?
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Arthur Kirkland
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 28, 2010 22:17:11 GMT -5
England's shoulders tensed up in annoyance at the sound the fork made against the microwave, but he managed not to say anything. And at least France hadn't won the betting match. But then the fork flew across the counter. "Could you be at least a little more careful, Alfred, really? I'm trying to get some work done here."
And then it really hit him; that if he were to win the bet, he would have to go to the dance with Alfred. Which he wasn't too keen on. "...how much longer until the auction is over?" he asked, hoping that some 'hot girl' would be able to swoop in at the last second and outbid him.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 28, 2010 22:22:29 GMT -5
"Sorry..." he muttered, going to pick up the fork just as the microwave beeped, signaling that his food was done. Now to add the seasoning packet.
America checked his watch as he stirred the seasoning into his bowl of ramen. "Less than two hours. I've been trying all week to get someone else to bid, but no luck, and changing the deadline to a later date is unsportsmanlike and cowardly."
As much as America wasn't looking forward to this, he wasn't about to run away from it. He reserved the right to sulk about it, though.
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Arthur Kirkland
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 28, 2010 22:28:37 GMT -5
England sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache coming on. "Well. I wouldn't mind if you took someone else to the dance in my place," he said, gathering up some of his papers. "Like I said before, I wasn't planning on going to the dance in the first place."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 28, 2010 22:36:45 GMT -5
The offer was tempting. Very tempting. But on his honor, America just couldn't do it. Sometimes rules had to be followed, and never could he ever turn his back on something just because it was difficult. Heroes didn't do that. Heroes also didn't complain, except sometimes they did, but they always got over it really quickly and went back to being heroes! Mood be damned, America needed to get over this and be the hero England expected him to be.
"No," he said eventually, after a long pause during which his thoughts became clearer. He sat down on a chair across from where England was working and started eating his noodles. He'd forgotten to clean the microwave... maybe when he was done. Sighing, he continued. "You're paying, so you get me. Those are the rules. Besides, you're a huge wet blanket if you don't do fun things like this sometimes."
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Arthur Kirkland
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 28, 2010 22:43:46 GMT -5
England set his laptop aside for a moment, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. But it would seem odd if he didn't protest at least one more time. "I'm sure you would have a much better time without me there," he insisted. "And a dance doesn't sound like something that would be fun to me. I'm not particularly fond of dancing to begin with."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 28, 2010 22:51:53 GMT -5
America rolled his eyes once again and finished his bite of ramen before replying. "There's more to do at a dance than dance. There's food and drinks and, you know, meeting people!"
Maybe in the middle of it they'd each meet a nice girl and practically forget the other existed, and that was fine. But Arthur was going. And he was going with Alfred. That was the point of a date auction, and he wasn't going to let either of them back out of it no matter how much he might want to. He'd have done the same if France had ended up winning, or heck, even Spain with his one dollar bid. He probably wouldn't have reserved a limo for either of them, though.
"I reserved the limo when I got back from Harvard Square today," he interjected. He was out quite a bit of money with that limo. More than England was donating to charity. That there was a problem with this picture did not occur to him.
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Arthur Kirkland
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 28, 2010 23:03:47 GMT -5
England's excessive eyebrows shot up. "Limo? Why did you reserve a limo? Aren't those usually reserved for...really special occasions?" He couldn't deny that it might be fun to ride in a limo, but it seemed...a little over the top, especially because it was the of two of them. A girl might be impressed by it, but it was for him. "You know you don't have to reserve a limo for me, right? And what kind of drinks are we talking about?"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 28, 2010 23:12:17 GMT -5
America was surprised at England's strong reaction to the news of a limo. Didn't anyone ever rent them out for dances in the UK? He thought that was pretty common.
"Well..." he started, trying to think of how best to explain the cultural intricacies of his nation. "Any date with me is a special occasion. And people take limos to dances all the time. I reserved a Hummer limo, isn't that cool?"
He was actually kind of excited about the Hummer limo, excessively priced though it was. He couldn't wait to stick his head out the sun roof and yell "Woo-hoooo!" like he'd seen people do in movies. He'd inquired about it, and the Hummer limo definitely had a sun roof.
"What do you mean what kind of drinks? Punch and soda and stuff, probably. Maybe alcohol for the people that are old enough." America shrugged. He was more concerned about the food. He hoped it would be good food and not boring stuff like crackers and cheese, or fruit platters.
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Arthur Kirkland
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I wear my sunglasses at night because the sun never sets on the British Empire.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 29, 2010 13:19:02 GMT -5
England frowned. "Do we really have call it a date? And aren't those...expensive?" Well. At least there might be alcohol. The night might not be a total drag if he were allowed to drink there. Ah...except...what was the legal drinking age in America...21? "When exactly is this dance, anyway?" His twenty-first birthday was on April 23. He had a feeling the dance would be before then. Bollocks.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 22:22:26 GMT -5
America messily slurped the soup part of his noodles. When he was done, he replied, "'s this Friday, duh. And it's a date auction, so what else would we call it?"
He didn't address England's concerns about the cost. He was America, pork barrel spending was in his BLOOD.
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