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hetalia2009-01-14 12:02 pm
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[FANART & DRABBLE] What are these hijinks
Miscellaneous bits of fanart and fiction from me, your friendly neighborhood...something or other!
Characters/pairings: America, Canada, England
Rating: G...maybe PG...but I doubt it.
Alfred swaggered across the stage to the stool in the middle of the amber spotlight. He perched on it, the microphone held loosely in his fingers.
"So," he said easily. "A naked woman walks into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, what can I get you? She answers, I'll have a double entendre. So...he gives it to her."
The world looked back, unimpressed. That was all right. It didn't matter whether they were impressed or not--they'd hear his jokes anyways.
Here in Florida we felt the housing bubble burst pretty bad. XD; There are abandoned houses everywhere.
My semiCanadian history teacher showed us a picture of a baby wearing this hat. I mean toque. It's AWESOME.
International Bacclaureate students like myself find themselves switching back and forth between British English and American English, because the IB papers are all British. They were asking me to "Analyse the results of World War I" and this was all I could think of. D:
I don't even know. But I have the image of England dressed as Lucy screaming "BLOCKHEAD!" in my head too.
Every little kid wanted a pony. But not Al. He wanted a unicorn. Arthur would never give him one, though, so in a fit of attention-craving, Al stuck antlers on a hare and called it a jackalope.
Also my stuff is free for anyone here to use for icons and stuff, per the Olive Branch Project. I'd appreciate credit but it's not necessary.
Characters/pairings: America, Canada, England
Rating: G...maybe PG...but I doubt it.
Alfred swaggered across the stage to the stool in the middle of the amber spotlight. He perched on it, the microphone held loosely in his fingers.
"So," he said easily. "A naked woman walks into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, what can I get you? She answers, I'll have a double entendre. So...he gives it to her."
The world looked back, unimpressed. That was all right. It didn't matter whether they were impressed or not--they'd hear his jokes anyways.
Here in Florida we felt the housing bubble burst pretty bad. XD; There are abandoned houses everywhere.
My semiCanadian history teacher showed us a picture of a baby wearing this hat. I mean toque. It's AWESOME.
International Bacclaureate students like myself find themselves switching back and forth between British English and American English, because the IB papers are all British. They were asking me to "Analyse the results of World War I" and this was all I could think of. D:
I don't even know. But I have the image of England dressed as Lucy screaming "BLOCKHEAD!" in my head too.
Every little kid wanted a pony. But not Al. He wanted a unicorn. Arthur would never give him one, though, so in a fit of attention-craving, Al stuck antlers on a hare and called it a jackalope.
Also my stuff is free for anyone here to use for icons and stuff, per the Olive Branch Project. I'd appreciate credit but it's not necessary.