dear_mun | Igirisu's first of many complaints

Chill out, bro. Tryin' to get your mun to pay attention to you when you're doing all this whining and bitching isn't gonna work. Hell, I don't even dig listening to you half the time, what makes you think she wants to?

[NO SHAME~]

C'mon, I'll buy you a shake and you can quit being a grouch already!

First of all, I'm not a grouch. I don't whine, and I certainly don't bitch about anything.

[He shakes his head]

And how many times do I need to tell you, stop drinking those sugary concoctions!?

....

[He pauses a while reviewing America's statement]

How dare you not listen to me!!!!

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To be fair, were you listening to me all in one go when you had to think about what I said?

[He's sticking his tongue out at you, England. Take that!]

[Thank you America, now England is furious, and red with embarrassment]

Of course I was you obnoxious little twit!

[You're welcome! :D]

Oh so then you're just old and senile and you had to pause and go over it in your brain because you forgot the details! Man, it's okay~ I'm here to take care of you, AHAHAH!

[And as your prize, you shall get this icon a lot]

Why you little prat! I'm not old and senile you imbecile!

It was a dramatic pause! [And he will never admit to anything]

Sleep when you are dead! Don't listen to Iggy~

[mun definitely approves of this]

[England is shocked by the statement of course]

My lady, excuse me...?!

[...England stares at the unfamiliar lady and is even more shocked of what she was wearing. He tries his best to focus on her face albeit extremely distracted. His tone becomes a little more gentle]

Your clothes, my lady, are quite an eyeful.

[She laughs, and it seems America's laugh is distinctive no matter the gender.]

Hahaha!

I hope in a good way! I ain't aiming for classy, but I'd like to think I'm sexy to a broad group of men.

[Nope. No shame at all.] Not to say classy isn't nice. It just isn't me.

A~America?

[He sure recognizes that laugh. And it does not help the situation. In fact he finds her laugh cute, just like the America he knows. And her choice of words are not helping. Slowly, his pale cheeks gain a light pink shade]

I apologize, but I quite appreciate the classics. I..I'm not saying... that, you do not look attractive my lady, but I'd much prefer if..

[He takes off his army jacket and hands it to America to hopefully cover her front]

..if you were to help me avoid being disrespectful.

Yep! America! Or Emily, or Ameriko. Japan calls me that sometimes.

Such a stuffy old man~! [She gives the jacket a look, then zips up her own leather bomber jacket with a grin. There! The boobs are now hidden. Though she still sports a pair of dangerously short shorts.] Happy? Or were you hoping for one of those cutesy things where I wear you're jacket like your my boyfriend? Cause I'll do that to make you happy.

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Emily? That's a lovely name. [Not that he doesn't think Alfred's name was nice. He waits until she zips her jacket before he takes her hand and gives it a soft kiss] It's a pleasure to meet you.

[When he bends his back, he notices the exquisitely short pair of pants she was wearing, so as he straightened his back, his face was brighter than a summer tomato. And again, her words tugged on his emotions quite easily]

b...boyfriend? My lady, I didn't imply such a thing. If I did,... I did not mean to be so forward.

...but if you may, your pale legs need to be spared from the gaze of men. It is simply proper to keep them hidden.

[She laughs at his attempt to be formal...until he comments on her legs, then she sobers up completely.]

Are you going to start saying my body is shameful too?

[She almost sounds resigned. It's an argument she's had, just not with this England. Her own, it's a huge problem, even in modern times.]

I look good, Iggy. My body, legs and all is natural and I'm proud of it. I want to show it off.

[Incredible. This woman was as liberal as that boy he raised and loved]

I...I'm not...I am not saying that your body is shameful, how crass. I did not mean to make you feel that way my lady.

[He tries to make this sound as decent as possible]

I...I think your legs and your body are admirable. I want to see more of it. But it is not proper.

[Well that was surprisingly honest. It even makes her blush a bit. Still she smiles, becoming bubbly again and reaching out to hug him.]

I can throw a bison and outfight any man I know. Except Al. I can fight him to a draw! Proper isn't my specialty.

I'll cover up a little, but the shorts stay.

[What is a proper gentleman supposed to do in a situation like this? Reject the hug? England couldn't possibly do that. It would be rude to let that hug hanging. Nor is it appropriate to just be so bold towards a lady he just met. So he inches closer and tries his best to give her the warmest hug he could give, without any signs of disrespect, specially from below his belt]

That is quite outstanding. I hope my lady does not hurt herself in such endeavors. [He should know by now how strong America was. Specially when he was being playful]

That would be appreciated very much my lady! [His lips curl a little]

[She laughs a little and leans in, hugging him tight, but not enough to hurt him and laying her head on his shoulder.]

Hahaha. Keep this up and I'll start thinking you like me.

[England was as stiff as a board...almost. He enclosed her around his arms loosely, as not to press her body too much on his. That would be quite improper]

I don't get why this seems to amuse my lady.

[He was red around the face, but he looked quite serious] What is there not to like about you my lady? Except for the clothes, which we have already discussed, there is nothing to prevent me from liking you.

[Of course he has a lot to say about femininity and propriety, but he will have to postpone that for another time. It was enough that he criticized her choice of clothing]

Because I've already been told before. I don't use proper English. I run wild, and insist on giving everyone my opinion. I'm always right and never wrong. And if anybody doesn't listen to me when I'm saying something important, I get mad. [As Estonia nearly learned.] I like men way too much...oh, this is only scratching the surface of what good old "mom" has told me.

[If the "dad" joke is made about you, England, it shouldn't be hard to guess who "mom" is to Emily.] I'm not a proper lady. I don't intend to be one. So excuse me if I find it funny you would act like you'll find a reason to like me.

[Oh bollocks. England struggled to keep calm, because he couldn't disapprove of her point of view anymore even if he tried. This was exactly why he had to scold Alfred every single day that he could. His use of England's language was already enough to merit a years worth of lecturing]

[He let out a long sigh. He chooses his words carefully]

I can see where you are coming from, my lady. However, if I may, I understand your mother. It's simply appropriate to take care of your child and ensure that she grows up to be a proper lady of society. [Inside, England was satisfied that he did not go berserk in front of this lady. Although his patience was tested greatly]

Ahaha, see? Already getting mad! [She smiles and pulls away, already fixing England's hair and clothing much the same way Alfred would.] It's not that I don't think Alice tried, or had what she thought was best in mind.

But...if you want to force someone to be something they aren't, it's not love, yanno?

[England nods softly in appreciation of her kind gesture. He looks up once more and looks at her a little more seriously]

My lady, do you not agree that if you were to do the opposite, it would be much worse? I can't possibly imagine myself allowing someone to grow up without proper guidance. It would be so much worse if you were to be left to your own resources.

[Now, he frowns a little, remembering the cruel treatment he had as a small lad courtesy of his brothers]

You...she left. I suppose, to a country who had been around longer, it wasn't as big of a deal, but for me, it was long enough to grow big and strong. To be seen as an adult.

To take care of myself. Which meant doing everything a boy had to do and looking after my own resources.

[She tangles her fingers together as she pulls further away.] Alice tried to make up for it. New dresses made of silk instead of my homespun hemp, going back to the start. It was too late, and not even a good time. France...France had been attacking me, and I wasn't going to sit idly in a parlor with her.

Hehehe, you think...you think me still ungrateful though, don't you? But...I can't be a little girl anymore.

Ah..I well..I..

[Well, now, England can't keep it in. Tears start tumbling down his cheeks. He really never meant to leave, he swears it. He wanted nothing but to protect America completely from any invaders, from any sorrows and from all pain. He wanted America under his wing, and under his complete protection. He never wanted things to change. He wanted everything to go back to how they were. But when he came back, it was too late.]

[He walked quickly towards Emily and gave her a tight embrace] I'm sorry America!

[And now, she's the one having to comfort him. For all her suspicion and doubt, she loves him just as much as she loves her own England. That's probably why she even bothered with her strange, round about warnings.

She holds him close, resting her head on his shoulder and sighing.] It's okay. It's okay.

[She strokes his back. And okay, maybe she's teared up a little too.] Alice had her own reasons for leaving. I've...understood that for a long time. And you had your's for leaving Alfred, yeah?

[At this point, it was already hard for England to even think of Alfred as someone slightly different from Emily. Because both made him happy, and sad all at once. She wasn't the proper lady in his ideals, but he loved Emily just as much as he had loved Alfred]

[He stayed in her arms. It was a source of comfort for him. He embraced her tightly ignoring his principles and just staying there, leaning his head on Emily's hair. He was choking with tears, but he still spoke]

I... I always told myself that it was... it was necessary. But, not a day passes... Everyday, I would wish I could turn back time so badly.

You can't, England. [She says, softly stroking his back and just ever so slightly nuzzling him.] And, I'm sure no one is asking you to.

I...just want to be accepted as I am now. [That's speaking for both versions of America. She clings just a little tighter.] I don't want to be seen as a little girl, or the lady you wanted. Just me, as I am.

[He holds on to her even tighter, yet as gentle as his strength would allow. He listened to her words, carefully remembering how awful his childhood was. Ashamed that he caused similar sadness to the person he cherished the most in this world]

Forgive me for making you feel this way. I love you. I always have. I accept you for who you are. I acknowledge your growth. But please indulge me when I just want to be a little more protective than I should be allowed. I only speak from vast experience, that is all my lady. Just good intentions, that is all I have.

[~~But daddy, she likes it rough!~~ She continues to simply cuddle back, taking advantage of the moment of tenderness. It really does send her into tears,which she tries to hide by burying her face in his neck.] E-even if you too are so alike, Alice has never said that to me. It makes me really happy though!

[He stroke her hair gently and laughed a little] I don't think Alice would ever tell you this sort of things. But believe me when I say that every time we ask you to change your clothes, or wear your hair long, it is our way of telling you that we love you!

[England immediately thinks of Alfred and breaks out to even more laughter] Just like every time I hit that brother of yours, its to knock some sense into that imbecile head of his and to tell him that I care.

Now tell me, what are we going to do about your extremely short pants. I may not be France, but god knows I'm also a man poppet.

Oh? [She giggles and pulls back slightly, little tears still clinging to her eyelashes.] It's just nice to hear it.

[Now about that second thing, her lips quirk up in a little grin and she just can't stop herself.] If I said I love you too, would you act on those male desires~?

Cause seriously, anyone else I can punch across the room if I really don't like the attention, and I don't dress like this for work.

[Great. With that look and those words, England's brain is catching fire, if not melting on the spot. How does a gentleman even answer a question like this? Of course he'd act on them. How can he even avoid doing that? The mere sight of her chest, and her long legs were more than enough reasons. Aside from the fact that this was America]

[His voice hinted that he was angry, but his face was contorted and flushed. Both embarrassed and happy] What are you trying to say my lady? You...you can't just... And of course you shouldn't just accept anyone else's attention.

Huh, and your always telling me to read the atmosphere? Fine, I'll make it obvious. [She smiles and leans up, kissing England firmly on the lips, giving a soft, happy hum as she squeezes him a little tighter, hands slipping under his jacket get to closer to him.]

[It's not that he hasn't gotten it yet. He is just too embarassed, or too much of a gentleman to assume things.]

Please, do so. I am quite confused my lady...

[He was caught off guard by Emily's actions, and this closeness. Her hand around his body, her lips planted on his, and their body touching against each other. England knew what he was supposed to do next. He was supposed to pull away. He did not want to abuse Emily's kindness or sweetness towards him. This was not proper.]

[But this was already too much for poor England to bare. He's been restraining himself from the time they first laid eyes on each other. He was so sure that God, and even the Queen, would forgive him for his transgressions, and allow him to give in to his prime desires. At least he wasn't like the pig France, who gave in to anything that walks. He was very respectful and a perfect gentleman until now. And he simply enjoyed Emily's attention and actions, as much as he'd say otherwise.]

Emily..

[England slowly moved his fingers around Emily's jacket pulling her closer to him. Closing his eyes, he reciprocated Emily's soft kiss the best way he can, carefully making sure he's not too forward.]

Per'aps you're not really the favorite as you've been made to believe, Angleterre.

[Holy Crapper! It's France, of all nations. His words and that grin merit a tiny crease from his flawless forehead]

Speaking of the devil.

[He folds his arms and looks at France intently]

I am! She's just a bloody lazy bloke that's all!

[Obviously not lazy enough to make fem!France on plurk and dw]

So you say but the fact still remains that you've been her favorite for three years and yet it's only now that she's made you an account. [If his forehead creases anymore and brings those eyebrows together, you would get a caterpillar. How unsightly~]

Like I said, she has the worst priorities.

[And he's looking at the worst of them]

[You mean the best, no? Angleterre, you've always had the worst taste.]

Anyway, I suppose I should ask what plans she has for you.

[This is France trying to be civil.]

[Oh France, he thinks the same way about you. He has the best taste in everything, food included. And he doesn't care if people say otherwise]

Civilized and proper plans I assure you! Putting you in your place, being the top priority.

[At least, he believes this to be true. He firmly hopes it is.]

See what I mean? Chronic complainer, right here.

Hush you! I'm not complaining. Like I told you, I'm simply stating a matter of fact!

[Twitchy brows directed towards America, as always]

[And he laughs because yeah, no, America does not believe that at all.]

Well, I still think you love complaining so whatever, old man.

[England does not believe he is an old fart nor a complainer, so he puffs his cheeks a little and slightly increases the tone of his voice]

Who are you calling an old man, you cheeky boy!!!

I'm looking riiiight at 'im. [Indeed, cheeky boy is cheeky. Did you really expect anything else from America?]

Someone should spank you a dozen times or cleanse your mouth with soap little boy!

[Something he should be very used to by now. He lowers his tone a bit and let out a loud sigh]

I haven't seen you in a long bit. How have you been?

[Clearly, this was supposed to be the first thing he should have asked America]

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