Post by England Audition on Apr 1, 2010 0:44:02 GMT -5
● THE USER OF THIS DELICIOUS CHARACTER IS Cris, I'M
16 YEARS YOUNG, AND HAVE BEEN STRUTTING MY STUFF FOR
THE LAST Maybe 2? )I know I'm such a no0b >.<) YEARS. I JOINED THIS COOL SITE BECAUSE
it looks fun and I don't feel like doing homework. HAVE I READ THE RULES? READ THE RULES!
YEAH I HAVE! USUALLY I POST AROUND THE A LOT OF WORDS (I'm sorry I don't know. But my sample is 489 words... so around that I guess?) MARK.
OH AND HERE'S A SAMPLE:
That little git. Just who the bloody hell did he think he was? England had put up with that hyper active idiot's nonsense for far too long. Sure the guy was cute as a child, otherwise the European wouldn't have bothered to even try taking him away from France. But now that he was older, not to mention after gaining his independence, England couldn't help but question if it was really his influence that turned America into the mere child he still was today.[/size]
Continuing to storm down the wide, carpeted hallways of the boy's dorm building, Arthur began to plan out all the things he would yell at the younger blond for. Not only did that cheeky buggar have the balls to mess up his lab, England just knew he had to have done it on purpose- the American's non stop laughter during and after the explosion was proof enough- but he had the sheer- ugh! The older blond couldn't even even insult him correctly! That's how mad he was. That cocky little brat! England would hang him for this! Embarrassing him in front of his whole class. He didn't care how long the two had known each other; nor the fact that he basically raised the stupid glasses wearing, hamburger smuggling, hyper active git! In the classroom, they were just student and teacher, and if America couldn't realize that soon, they were going to have far more difficult problems than this.
"Where the bloody hell is that ignorant little git...! I know his room is on this floor! What a load of bullocks..." He would find America's room if it was the last thing he did. He needed to give that yank a proper lecture on appropriate class room edicit. Not to mention a good smack to the head for being a such a disrespectful brat, with no regard for his elders, teachers, or, though Arthur would never admit out loud, his family. In the end, England sighed. Alfred was no longer the imperialist's responsibility, the younger blond had proved that years ago, yet why was it that Arthur couldn't help but hold a parental feeling for the boy. He had raised the American all on his own, wasn't such a feeling normal? But then that twit had to go and be all "i want my independence!" nonsense. England huffed indignantly, his bushy eyebrows crossing. Didn't America want to be with him? The blond frowned as he shook his head, remembering his mission. Now was not the time to be sentimental. If he couldn't find America in the next ten minutes, he would have some spirits that needed conjuring. He would make sure that bloody twit learned his lesson and learned it well. He wasn't once called 'the king of imperialism' for nothing. He had ways of getting what he wanted and wouldn't rest until he got it. After all, the sun never did set on the British empire.
(I'm sorry I know it's a cheesy ending >.< But I found it somewhat cutely fitting for Iggy... I hope his character is all right! And that this is long enough... If not, please tell me, I'll write more :])
