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England x Yoh: Travelling Gone Off-track (Drabble)
Hey welcome to what’s been worst day of my life
Beating from the chains and laughing ‘til I cry
"I swear I will kill you when we arrive in Portslade, British bastard...!" I huffed as I finally plopped down in my seat on the train back to Portslade after a long day in final day in London. "Not only did London and Camden tempt me all day with all their damn food and Gothic clothing, but you also had the nerve to send me through this damn complicated railway system!
Why do you get so many tickets for one booking?! Why does it take forever for your train's platform to show up on the damn screen and not match with what's written on the damn board?! Why, oh, why are there so many damn last minute changes that leave me confused and wandering through the entire damn train just to find my damn seat?!"
As I rambled my British travelling companion just sat there, all comfortable in his seat and looking indifferent to my pent-up frustrations, which had accumulated over the almost two and a half hours that I had spent waiting at the station, and while that had been by my own volition that was besides that point.
Oh, that smug git...! I'm going to fucking castrate him as soon as I get the chance! I seethed in my head.
"I don't think it's all that complicated, so I really don't understand why you're so worked up. Either way it's not my fault."
I shot up from my seat. "How the hell is it not your damn fault?! It's your accursed railways!"
"I didn't construct them," he calmly stated as he took a sip from the tea he had bought beforehand.
"Fucking arsehole!"
"Don't shout. You'll only aggravate your throat, and if I recall correctly you were the one who earlier complained about a swollen palate."
"Shut the bloody fuck up! Heck, why are you even here, you fucking bawbag?!" I accused while pointing my finger at him.
"First of all, I would appreciate it if you would lower your finger. Secondly, I've been given time off from work for a couple of weeks and thought to spend them in Brighton. Furthermore," he continued. "cursing is very unbecoming of a lady."
Okay, now he's just mocking me! As soon as we arrive I'm going to give him a what for! "How many times do I have to fucking say I'm no damn lady, so I can fucking curse as much as I fucking want to!!"
As soon as I had uttered those last words I started coughing harshly. Ow, dammit! My throat!
"I warned you."
Bloody bastard...! This is definitely, without a doubt, one of the worst evenings of my life...
Beating from the chains and laughing ‘til I cry
"I swear I will kill you when we arrive in Portslade, British bastard...!" I huffed as I finally plopped down in my seat on the train back to Portslade after a long day in final day in London. "Not only did London and Camden tempt me all day with all their damn food and Gothic clothing, but you also had the nerve to send me through this damn complicated railway system!
Why do you get so many tickets for one booking?! Why does it take forever for your train's platform to show up on the damn screen and not match with what's written on the damn board?! Why, oh, why are there so many damn last minute changes that leave me confused and wandering through the entire damn train just to find my damn seat?!"
As I rambled my British travelling companion just sat there, all comfortable in his seat and looking indifferent to my pent-up frustrations, which had accumulated over the almost two and a half hours that I had spent waiting at the station, and while that had been by my own volition that was besides that point.
Oh, that smug git...! I'm going to fucking castrate him as soon as I get the chance! I seethed in my head.
"I don't think it's all that complicated, so I really don't understand why you're so worked up. Either way it's not my fault."
I shot up from my seat. "How the hell is it not your damn fault?! It's your accursed railways!"
"I didn't construct them," he calmly stated as he took a sip from the tea he had bought beforehand.
"Fucking arsehole!"
"Don't shout. You'll only aggravate your throat, and if I recall correctly you were the one who earlier complained about a swollen palate."
"Shut the bloody fuck up! Heck, why are you even here, you fucking bawbag?!" I accused while pointing my finger at him.
"First of all, I would appreciate it if you would lower your finger. Secondly, I've been given time off from work for a couple of weeks and thought to spend them in Brighton. Furthermore," he continued. "cursing is very unbecoming of a lady."
Okay, now he's just mocking me! As soon as we arrive I'm going to give him a what for! "How many times do I have to fucking say I'm no damn lady, so I can fucking curse as much as I fucking want to!!"
As soon as I had uttered those last words I started coughing harshly. Ow, dammit! My throat!
"I warned you."
Bloody bastard...! This is definitely, without a doubt, one of the worst evenings of my life...
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Something short I wrote on the train back to Portslade from London. Basically I was writing out my frustrations after a long day... This is more of a wit battle than it is a story, but whatevs, I don't care.
I had a great time in London and got some souvenirs as well, which I'll show you guys later. Little side note: It's now official that I have a cold. The sore throat is proof of that. This is also a fanfic I just uploaded without consulting my proof readers because I just wanted to throw it out there and get it over with.
Disclaimer:
I don't own England, he belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
I don't own the snippet of lyrics in the beginning, the belong to JubyPhonic
I only own the story and myself.
I had a great time in London and got some souvenirs as well, which I'll show you guys later. Little side note: It's now official that I have a cold. The sore throat is proof of that. This is also a fanfic I just uploaded without consulting my proof readers because I just wanted to throw it out there and get it over with.
Disclaimer:
I don't own England, he belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
I don't own the snippet of lyrics in the beginning, the belong to JubyPhonic
I only own the story and myself.