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"I SWEAR TO DRUNK I'M NOT GOD!" The drunken Englishmen screamed at the bar. You sighed, leaning your chin in your hand as you watched how badly your best friend could not hold hid liquor.
"England..." You mumbled. The personified country looked at you. "We need to get you home."
"Pfft! You are such a bore _______!" England cried. "I-I can hold my locker so don't act like I can't, you bloody git! Hahahahaha!" You chuckled at how bad he was. When he was drunk, he was always so full of energy, but it was still annoying that you had to drive him home and spend the night with his rambles. But hey, what are friends for? You continued for another twenty minutes to get England to leave the bar, but he refused each and every time. Finally, you smirked to yourself.
"Hey England! I jsut sa Flying Mint Bunny!" Immediatly, England spun around, falling out of his chair, and you bursted out laughing. He stood up ,gripping your hand for support.
"Where love, where?!" The drunkman asked.
"Out there! He's waiting outside the bar!"
"Well then don't baffoon like a sit you beautiful woman you, let's FOLLOW HIM!" BLushing at the comment, you followed England out the door. "W-where is him?" The man asked, stumbling foward. You tried not to laugh as hard as you wanted to.
"He went this way! Hurry!" You cried. England followed your finger, and began to walk. You sighed, knowing it would be awhile unitl you got the drunk ball of energy home and in bed. But still, he was your friend. And as his friend, you whipped out the camera phone you had in your pocket and recording the torturous videos you'd use to blackmail him for the next twenty something years.
"England..." You mumbled. The personified country looked at you. "We need to get you home."
"Pfft! You are such a bore _______!" England cried. "I-I can hold my locker so don't act like I can't, you bloody git! Hahahahaha!" You chuckled at how bad he was. When he was drunk, he was always so full of energy, but it was still annoying that you had to drive him home and spend the night with his rambles. But hey, what are friends for? You continued for another twenty minutes to get England to leave the bar, but he refused each and every time. Finally, you smirked to yourself.
"Hey England! I jsut sa Flying Mint Bunny!" Immediatly, England spun around, falling out of his chair, and you bursted out laughing. He stood up ,gripping your hand for support.
"Where love, where?!" The drunkman asked.
"Out there! He's waiting outside the bar!"
"Well then don't baffoon like a sit you beautiful woman you, let's FOLLOW HIM!" BLushing at the comment, you followed England out the door. "W-where is him?" The man asked, stumbling foward. You tried not to laugh as hard as you wanted to.
"He went this way! Hurry!" You cried. England followed your finger, and began to walk. You sighed, knowing it would be awhile unitl you got the drunk ball of energy home and in bed. But still, he was your friend. And as his friend, you whipped out the camera phone you had in your pocket and recording the torturous videos you'd use to blackmail him for the next twenty something years.
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Today was a tiring day for you, the World conference had worn you out. Even though you tried to sleep you swore you heard a knocking at the door. It was a loud knock too, so you decided to get up and see if anyone was there.
You didn't care if you looked weird, but surprisingly you looked just fine. As you trudged to the door. You opened the door to see a man there, you couldn't see so you turned on the porch light. It was England, but you always called him Arthur. "Arthur? What are you doing here?" You said in a confused tone. "I'm here to.." He said randomly walking in. "Arthur are you drunk? Do you want me to take yo
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You laugh and follow your energetic friend, Tino, to his house for the party that was already starting, courtesy of his friend 'Mathias'. Tino had said that this Mathias person was very lonely lately, so he had turned to alcohol.
Thinking that you and Mathias would be perfect together, Tino got Mathias drunk again and st
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You were hanging out with your friend Antonio during lunch time, trying to find a way to show him you didn't
Err
like him a certain way.
And it wasn't just him; it was all of the Bad Touch Trio. They were constantly hitting on you, and you were tired of pretending not to notice it.
Yes, that's right; you didn't love any of them. /slapped/
Okay, okay! Actually you may have liked them, but I mean, c'mon! They were your friends, but they were also huge players. You didn't want to set yourself up to get hurt by them. And you already had enough satisfaction watching plenty of girls
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Here's another 100 Themes. Alittle bit more funny, about England when he's drunk. This is how I would get him to leave the bar. XD
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*next day*
Me: Hey Arthur, want a Scotch egg?
Arthur: NO!! NO MORE ALCOHOL!! *runs out of room*
Me: Scotch eggs aren't make with Scotch nor are they Scottish. Why is a Scotch egg a Scotch egg? Why is anything, anything? *ponders the meaning of everything*
And this children is why you don't drink. Or else I ponder the meaning of the meaning of life. Now THAT is philosophy. What now biyatches? I'm smarter than you. *does really stupid dance*
Me: Hey Arthur, want a Scotch egg?
Arthur: NO!! NO MORE ALCOHOL!! *runs out of room*
Me: Scotch eggs aren't make with Scotch nor are they Scottish. Why is a Scotch egg a Scotch egg? Why is anything, anything? *ponders the meaning of everything*
And this children is why you don't drink. Or else I ponder the meaning of the meaning of life. Now THAT is philosophy. What now biyatches? I'm smarter than you. *does really stupid dance*