I need this on my blog, thank you very much
((Unrelated to… meh, everything on this blog. But completely adorable.))
He waits patiently while Denmark writes blindly across the paper, tearing it out once he’s finished and folding it into what looks like some kind of lumpy, lopsided origami frog, the message hidden in the folds of it’s back. He holds it out for Peter to take. “Don’t open it yet,” he says. “Wait until tomorrow.”
“Because I said so.”
Peter pouts. “That’s no fair,” he says. “You suck at giving presents.”
“Do not. This one is totally awesome. Best thing ever. Your friends are going to be so super jealous.”
“Don’t hype it up!” Peter whines. “I want to open it now.”
“Nope. Tomorrow only.” He snatches the frog out of his hand. “I’m going to hang on to it to make sure you don’t cheat.” He laughs at Peter’s annoyed huff and hands the marker back to him, settling into the cot with a hollow sounding sigh. “I’m so tired,” he mumbles.
((Way to go. Bring all possible Gutters reference back. Make me cry.
No, really, do it. I can’t describe how much I love this story.))
Meanwhile, in the bathroom of the world meeting…
Look to Sealand being mean to me without a reason.
Gilbert, you look ill…
I do, don’t I? …Strange
You ate something spoiled?
I…I don’t remember. I don’t think so. I didn’t eat anything England cooked.
Hmm… looks like you spent a lot of nervousness. At least Yao will help you.
I know you didn’t, Gilbert-san. We all know England’s skills on cooking, you wouldn’t be alive if you had.