Post by J. T./Jessica on Jun 19, 2013 12:56:24 GMT -5
Based on that brainstorming we did last time we had a movie weekend - you remember, Amanda?
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"That's just the kind of warped logic I've come to expect from you, America," England huffed, "A witch because she weighs the same as a duck indeed. Have you even stopped to consider how overweight the duck must be or underweight she has to be for them to weigh the exact same?"
"Not really, because it doesn't matter," America stood proudly, "I rigged the scales, ain't that awesome?"
"Oh, God," England groaned, "He's becoming a politician. And he was such an innocent little colony when he was younger... Just where did I go wrong? Where, I ask you?"
"Well, there was that thing with wanting me to pay for drinking your tea instead of my own beer," America commented.
"Why you would ever want to drink your beer, I'll never know," England retorted, "It's not known the world over as 'Yankee Piss-Water' for no reason, now, is it?"
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"Venicizo, why the devil do you have minstrel following you?"
"Oh-a, it was America's idea - he thought we should all have theme songs and I thought it was such a good idea, I wanted to have people playing my national anthem wherever I went."
England turned his head to glare at America, "You are corrupting the rest of the world!"
"Hey!" America retorted, "I just wish I had thought of doing that first, you know?"
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"What do we do now?"
"They are French, it is obvious what we will do. We will attack at dawn, going through Belgium and Luxembourg in an armored blitzkrieg to come up behind them and CRUSH them!" Germany laughed triumphantly.
"This isn't 1930's Europe," England reminded him, "This is 900's England."
"England?" America chimed in, "This is SPARTA!"
England, Germany and even Venicizo actually slapped America across the back of the head.
"How many times have I told you not to bring up that movie?" England demanded.
"Uh, I don't know, I never really listened," America admitted, causing the other nations to groan.
Venicizo sighed, "Why did you have to bring him?"
England shook his head, "The author's American; it was him or the author's interpretation of the Confederacy as a nation. I didn't want to end up listening to all the reviews about it if he used the Confederacy, so I agreed to let America appear in the story."
"Next time," Germany glared hard, "You will let the author use the Confederacy, verstehe?"
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"How did you ever know that?" America asked.
England answered non-chalantly, "You know these kind of things when you're English... or England, I suppose."
"It's about time you got here," Gibraltar informed them as the reached the other end of the Bridge of Death.
"Gibraltar?" England frowned, "How the devil did you get over here? I never saw you cross the Bridge of Death and it's the only way across the Gorge of Eternal Peril."
Gibraltar pointed off through the fog into the distance, "I went around it, the end of the Gorge is just the other side of those rocks."
"You mean we didn't have to go through all of that?" America asked.
"You mean you didn't think to look around first?" Gibraltar asked back.
"Bloody hell!" England swore sharply.
**==
"That's just the kind of warped logic I've come to expect from you, America," England huffed, "A witch because she weighs the same as a duck indeed. Have you even stopped to consider how overweight the duck must be or underweight she has to be for them to weigh the exact same?"
"Not really, because it doesn't matter," America stood proudly, "I rigged the scales, ain't that awesome?"
"Oh, God," England groaned, "He's becoming a politician. And he was such an innocent little colony when he was younger... Just where did I go wrong? Where, I ask you?"
"Well, there was that thing with wanting me to pay for drinking your tea instead of my own beer," America commented.
"Why you would ever want to drink your beer, I'll never know," England retorted, "It's not known the world over as 'Yankee Piss-Water' for no reason, now, is it?"
**==
"Venicizo, why the devil do you have minstrel following you?"
"Oh-a, it was America's idea - he thought we should all have theme songs and I thought it was such a good idea, I wanted to have people playing my national anthem wherever I went."
England turned his head to glare at America, "You are corrupting the rest of the world!"
"Hey!" America retorted, "I just wish I had thought of doing that first, you know?"
**==
"What do we do now?"
"They are French, it is obvious what we will do. We will attack at dawn, going through Belgium and Luxembourg in an armored blitzkrieg to come up behind them and CRUSH them!" Germany laughed triumphantly.
"This isn't 1930's Europe," England reminded him, "This is 900's England."
"England?" America chimed in, "This is SPARTA!"
England, Germany and even Venicizo actually slapped America across the back of the head.
"How many times have I told you not to bring up that movie?" England demanded.
"Uh, I don't know, I never really listened," America admitted, causing the other nations to groan.
Venicizo sighed, "Why did you have to bring him?"
England shook his head, "The author's American; it was him or the author's interpretation of the Confederacy as a nation. I didn't want to end up listening to all the reviews about it if he used the Confederacy, so I agreed to let America appear in the story."
"Next time," Germany glared hard, "You will let the author use the Confederacy, verstehe?"
**==
"How did you ever know that?" America asked.
England answered non-chalantly, "You know these kind of things when you're English... or England, I suppose."
"It's about time you got here," Gibraltar informed them as the reached the other end of the Bridge of Death.
"Gibraltar?" England frowned, "How the devil did you get over here? I never saw you cross the Bridge of Death and it's the only way across the Gorge of Eternal Peril."
Gibraltar pointed off through the fog into the distance, "I went around it, the end of the Gorge is just the other side of those rocks."
"You mean we didn't have to go through all of that?" America asked.
"You mean you didn't think to look around first?" Gibraltar asked back.
"Bloody hell!" England swore sharply.
