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Title: Floriography: The Language of Flowers (4.4)
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation.
Pairing: America × England
Rating: PG-13: ANGST. England being dere.
Summary: England takes a tumble down the stairs, and gets dosed with painkillers, thus addling his brain and leaving him vulnerable to Portugal's rather probing questions on his behavior. Meanwhile, America and Canada continues to freak out, and no one seems to know why the rum is gone. ♥
Author’s notes: This was like, supposed to be second to the last, BUT IT’S NOT WORKING GAIS. I’m so, so sorry. Thank you so much to the awesome wayme , who helped me with the Portuguese phrases, to sillyputtie and berserker who also helped as well. ILU guys. ;_; Also this chapter makes me nervous like whoa. D: Hugs to miaoujones, who listened to my ramblings about this fic and offered encouragement. Also, views of the character does not mean its my own political views as well.
1: Dogwood; 2: Honeysuckle; 3. Roses and Irises; 4. The Truest Language (1); (2); Interlude: Anniversary; (3)
4. The Truest Language (4)
( “So this has nothing to do with the recent reports of his boss wanting him to hang out more with other nations and less with you, then?” )