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[Today's broadcast is a simple one. ~~Apologies for the spam!~~]

If I had the materials to produce wine, I would do so immediately.

[private to ALL THE NATIONS (except Germany):]

I want no part in any conflicts here. There is too much at stake. I understand our histories and the differing timelines that add further complications, but as they say, there are bigger fish to fry.

We don't have to work together. In fact, the idea is a little appalling, though I would not be opposed to it. But let us at least try not to leap straight into war.

Let us build our respective areas and watch over our citizens, if we have any on this planet.

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[private to ROSEMARY:]

I am in the hospital. If you would like to speak with me in person, that is fine.

[private to ARTHUR:]

Shut up.

I have something to tell you. Will you visit me here in the hospital or are you still glued to Amerique? Either way I will discuss it, whether in person or on the phone, but in person is preferable. That way I can reintroduce your face to my glorious fist if need be.

What will it be, Rosbif?

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[OOC NOTE: TAKING A NAP. WILL BE BACK IN A FEW HOURS HOPEFULLY UNLESS I JUST PASS OUT ALTOGETHER.

OOC NOTEX2 COMBO: He's in the DISCEDO HOSPITAL just sulking so if you want to visit, you can!! Doesn't matter if you're a nation or not, he likes company! :) ]

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I'm sore and tired. It's not that different.

Nothing happened!

I've already had food, so non. But merci!

I wasn't aware so many people cared.

[Pushes him down onto the bed to lie down and pulls the blankets back over him.] Then you should rest.

You asked for my help. You owe me an explanation.

_{[All England can do is raise an eyebrow. He just sighs.]}

Does it matter? I'm here now. Wasn't there something you were going to tell me or are you avoiding that now, too?

_{[He shifts.]}

Allemagne knows. No one is allowed to do anything for me, or mention it to him. I will punch that stupid bastard in the face if he comes near me again, but now he has to live with it so he brought it on himself.

Never mind that! I must ask you something, and you will listen to the proposition, oui?

_{[England would blink at that point, but he's too busy grunting in response to his shoulders being grabbed. He mumbles.]}

U-Uh, sure.

No. Absolutely not!

Ohoho, Angleterre. I don't owe you anything since I don't remember seeing you actually deliver that assistance.

Yes, because "Discedo" is such a specific set of directions. I was looking all over the city for you, idiot.

You will do this or you will be at war with me.

It is either war, or food--and I don't think your sister is feeling inclined to cook for you.

...since when did you become mister diplomacy?

Ah, well, I would ask you on a date in thanks for ridding the world of that disgusting copy of me, but...

I know you would refuse out of fear and disgust. "Bloody git trying to get into my trousers!" Have a little fun, Angleterre--That is, I would suggest you should but I know you won't.

So...

You know what, forget it.

You don't understand. It hasn't happened for you yet. I couldn't tell you, mademoiselle, because Allemagne kicked me to the ground before I could.

_{[...

A date?]}

... You got into a fight with Germany.

Not exactly. The bastard shot me with a rifle without a word.

_{[Then his blush goes into twofold, and England seems to panic internally for a moment -- before he grasps ahold of what else France is saying.

And England responds in the typical way.]}

W-Who the bloody hell do you think you are! I-I can have fun! I-I'll go on your bloody date if only to prove you wrong!

_{[He doesn't even realise what he's said till he's said it. Whoops.]}

Since Grand-père Rome found me!

Your answer, Italie?

Magnifique! I will meet you at eight.

You cannot possibly prove me wrong, even if you do attend this meeting of ours. It's impossible because you are the least fun, second only to Autriche.

Do you want to grow older and express yourself through a musical instrument, Angleterre?

...the fuck? Since when does Grandpa give you the right to do anything!

How much did you inherit from him!? Huh!? Huh!?

And then what?

More grace than you, ami.

... Also your sister is crazy.

Ptfh. Weak. At least I inherited his land.

...I agree...

Why should I tell you? I have talked about it enough already! I let slip about the wars, and since I would not tell him the entire story he became furious with me. When I went to Discedo I had to look for supplies and the next thing I know, someone's shot me and I'm getting kicked in the wound.

What do you think?

So did I. And who is the largest continental nation in Europe, eh?

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