everyone’s so excited that the royal baby’s coming soon all i can see in my head is England running back and forth yelling “oh god it’s happening it’s happening oh god everything has to go okay everything”
and Scotland is telling him to sit down and shut up, it’s not like he can force the baby to come out faster (but he’s secretly vibrating with excitement and worry) and eventually Wales just forces a cup of tea into his hand and seats him next to the fan (because it’s 34C here rn) because England can’t pace if he has tea in hand because he might spill it
Northern Ireland is playing xbox.
I don’t know who you are, but I both love and hate you all at once. Thank you mysterious filler of my desires for this. You have my love and respect. /Also, my tears, all of my fuckng tears./
it’s raining on my face oh my god
Kumajiro agrees that this is very cozy and all, but objects to being the one on the bottom. (If anything, that-guy-whose-name-I-can’t-remember should be on the bottom!)
If the world ends tomorrow, I am going to regret that my last post was this piece of fluff and not porn.
/screams to the heavens