USUK: My Big Fat Kirkland WeddingUSUK: My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding by BadRomance194
Alfred F. Jones knew that he was the happiest nation in the entire world right now.
How on earth could he not be? He was elated, brilliant, and even fantastic. No, he didn’t even think those were even the right words that could even describe he was feeling. He had his health, a lovely country where his people could live free and happy, and since recently, he has been in a relationship with Arthur Kirkland, the personified representation of England. After centuries of being brothers, then revolution and independence to show England that they could be equals (though it did cause a strain between the two for several years, but uneasily called it after the events of the War of 1812), allies, to friends, and then finally coming together as lovers. From so many ups and downs in their lives they were able to show the world that love comes in many shapes and appearances. What else could be better? Well actually, if he was going to be honest with himself, Alfred thought it could be.
Ash of 100 Cats Ch 5.Ash of 100 Cats Ch 5. by DredPirateBones
Graduation took place outside on the school’s football field; it was down by the river that was a few blocks away from the school building and was in the shape of a large bowl, earning the field the name ‘The River Bowl’. Not very original but it worked. Alfred couldn’t help himself, as he sat in his row surrounded by black robes and excited students, but constantly look at the tree to his right, at about two o’clock.
Through the leaves and branches he could easily pick out Iggy’s unmistakable blotch of white and orange.
He didn’t know how Iggy had gotten so smart but once he the words ‘I’ll see you later, Iggy, gotta go to The River Bowl for graduation’ that cat had immediately been on his feet and at Alfred’s heels all the way down to the field. No matter what Alfred had tried to do, that cat wouldn’t stay home and he was eventually forced to let him come. When they had arrived he had taken off towards the tree a
My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 2My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 2 by BadRomance194
Arthur really hated his siblings sometimes. They were loud, noisy, rude, obnoxious louts who whenever either one of them (or all for this horrid instance) decided to come visit him his home would be in disarray and tatters.
As of now that was exactly what they were doing. Scotland was currently in is kitchen scrounging through the cupboards and pantries looking for food and drink. "I'm a makin lunch fer the rest o us that's eh 'ole lot more edible than your gawd awful rubbage ya call food." He had put it as he made his way to the kitchen. It was known among the British Isles and the rest of Europe that Scotland was a more terrible cook than his little brother- though he insisted that he was the better cook and that his food was excellent. How would you explain the Frankenstein monstrosity confection that was haggis? According to the siblings, he was stinking drunk when he first created the dish.
Alistair Kirkland, the personification of Scotland, was the second oldest of the British Is
Hamburgers with Rockin' Tea CH23Hamburgers with Rockin' Tea CH23 by Neko--Witch
Sorry if I miss any accent things, I’ve not written down accents lately so I might mess up @_@
She’ll hold your hand and burn you bridges one by one,
Open up your eyes and you might see what you’ve become,
She’ll drag you down,
There’s still some time to run and I hope you do,
Really hope you…
I hope you’ll come back some time soon…” 
As the last chord of Arthur’s guitar faded away the radio DJ began to talk again.
“Thank you, Rockin’ Awesome, for this performance! Their newest single will be available to buy very soon, everyone be sure to check it out!”
It was yet another advertising gig on a well-known radio station throughout the country. The band was doing well, gaining more and more popularity rather easily, but Arthur still felt troubled over his small fight –was it
Ash of 100 Cats Ch. 4Ash of 100 Cats Ch. 4 by DredPirateBones
After five months, in which Iggy grew from being able to nestle in Alfred’s palm to the American needing to balance the cat on his forearm if he wanted to hold him with only one arm, he had finally figured out the odds and evens of being a good pet owner. Currently, Alfred was at home, playing around with Iggy.
The cat was trying to sleep but Alfred wouldn’t let him, finding the way his face scrunched up into a scowl and his tail twitched to be extremely cute. Iggy closed his eyes and rested his head on the couch, attempting, yet again, to fall asleep. Alfred watched him until he relaxed completely before he took off his glasses and placed them on Iggy’s face.
The Scottish fold opened his eyes to glare up at Alfred but recoiled, his white and orange fur fluffing up, as his sight blurred in front of him. Iggy’s glare softened as a look of confusion crossed his face. Alfred chuckled as he fished his phone out of his pocket and took a picture before taking his glas
Don't Mess with the British EmpireIt was during the Imperial century when England had begun to learn many things about himself. It wasn't anything to do with his own country but merely his own self, who he was as a person, what he wanted to be, and what he wanted to gain. After the victory over Napoleon England was left with no serious international rival, of course Russia had always been considered some sort of threat to him, but on the sea, England was unchallenged. England had been standing tall on the steamship that powered onwards across the choppy seas that lay endlessly before him, his seas that he had policed with his supreme power.Don't Mess with the British Empire by jillyred
Ten million square miles of territory making the British Empire the largest by far, it made him feel big, unstoppable, and invincible. England had found himself grinning and scowling out at the vast seas around him each time he had set sail on a voyage out into the seas he had claimed as his own.
A bittersweet smile of power and yet an overbearing loss that consumed his heart during
APH - USUK: Oh, Who Would Ever Want to Be King[February 6th, 1952]APH - USUK: Oh, Who Would Ever Want to Be King by YecatsCullenLOTR
"He's dead, America."
The American nation turned around abruptly in the British estate, jumping up from the couch as he heard his lover's voice.
England leant there, against the doorway of the study, in a sopping wet coat, dripping onto the carpet. America flinched at the Brit's paler-than-normal skin, and his shaking body.
"Jeez, Iggy, get out of that coat! It's freezing out there!"
England didn't move, didn't even chastise the other for the nickname as America quickly stripped him off the clothes, didn't even pay attention to the chattering of his own teeth. America himself did not want to remember the words the older nation had spoken in a deadpan as he entered.
"England. Hey, England." No answer. Just a blank stare, and a cold shaking that was startlingly familiar to America.
"ENGLAND!" That snapped him out of it. The older nation flinched slightly, before turning a more accustomed glare on the American. "What, you git?" "You kinda spaced out there, babe."
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