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[drabble] Sneaky French Bunny
Title: Sneaky French Bunny
Character(s) or Pairing(s): little!England, young!France
Rating: G
Warnings: Threatening of a cute bunny.
Summary: England encounters a rabbit. The rest is history.
England was awoken from a restless sleep by something nudging at his cheek. Fearing that it was one of his brothers, the tiny child jumped up and backed away from whatever it was, crying, “Who’s there?”
There was no answer from the small furry creature in front of him. England cautiously picked up his bow and quiver, notching an arrow and aiming at the thing. “What are you?”
No response, only a cute twitching of its nose.
As the young nation pulled back his bowstring, the little animal hopped up to him and nuzzled his feet. England’s resolve wavered; whatever it was, it was rather cute…
Instead of shooting it, England picked it up and examined it. “Let’s see what the fairies think of you.”
From the bushes, France grinned and patted himself on the back. Operation: Make It Up To The Little Monster Without Him Finding Out was a success! He only hoped the poor rabbit wouldn’t be eaten as one of England’s terrible dishes.
The next time France saw the rabbit, it had turned green and sprouted wings.
A followup to this oneshot of mine.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): little!England, young!France
Rating: G
Warnings: Threatening of a cute bunny.
Summary: England encounters a rabbit. The rest is history.
England was awoken from a restless sleep by something nudging at his cheek. Fearing that it was one of his brothers, the tiny child jumped up and backed away from whatever it was, crying, “Who’s there?”
There was no answer from the small furry creature in front of him. England cautiously picked up his bow and quiver, notching an arrow and aiming at the thing. “What are you?”
No response, only a cute twitching of its nose.
As the young nation pulled back his bowstring, the little animal hopped up to him and nuzzled his feet. England’s resolve wavered; whatever it was, it was rather cute…
Instead of shooting it, England picked it up and examined it. “Let’s see what the fairies think of you.”
From the bushes, France grinned and patted himself on the back. Operation: Make It Up To The Little Monster Without Him Finding Out was a success! He only hoped the poor rabbit wouldn’t be eaten as one of England’s terrible dishes.
The next time France saw the rabbit, it had turned green and sprouted wings.
A followup to this oneshot of mine.