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[crotchroses]

[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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[spiffingtea.livejournal.com]

<sub>[It's funny, because England seems to immediately understand what France is talking about. His eyes widen slightly and there's a multitude of emotions, but he doesn't settle on a specific expression.

He looks off to the side.]</sub>

There's a bloody reason I didn't think it was a good idea you return. I told. Bloody Hell Francis, how do you manage to get yourself twice just within a week? It's a bloody good job you're a nation on the normal day, isn't it? Otherwise you'd have been finished up centuries ago.

_{[He looks to the side. He's apprehensive to leave America after the confrontation he's just had, but he sighs.]}

After running into Tatsumi earlier, I... _[...] ... How long would it take to travel there?

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It--It's my-- I let slip about the wars, and then I would not tell him the circumstances, which drove him to it.

He caught me with a rifle wound to the stomach and kicked me to the ground before I could finish the message.

... That blue-haired idiot asked me how to go about proposing to him. I told him he didn't have my blessing and that he ought to speak to both myself and you.

I knew what your answer would be.

Did that little shit attack you?

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[spiffingtea.livejournal.com]

Oh, Bugger off and stop worrying about me. I'm not the one draped across a hospital bed.

_{[He shifts.]}

... I don't want to leave America for too long. How long will the train take? Matter of fact, you should probably bloody return with me.

... _{[He kind of doesn't want to leave France alone, eiher.]}

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You did not see the look in Allemagne's eyes. He has changed so much in the last century, I could not see it as much at the time. They were so young and full of hate for so long, and then the wars... and Prusse, and the Wall...



He could have left me to die painfully. He ended it quickly instead, after I explained the wars to him.

Hah! There was a time when I would have jumped at the chance to try and crush him! Or I would have run, either way. My attempts at peace confused the hell out of him, you should have seen it. And now he must bear the weight of the future he hasn't lived, knowing he must experience it after living in this hellhole. From one hell to another, oui?

I have the feeling some of the others know. I don't want anyone doing something stupid on my behalf, so don't even think of confronting him.



I am tired, Angleterre. I hate being human. I don't know how they can stand it.

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[spiffingtea.livejournal.com]

I can see that. You're not doing the 'being mortal and staying alive' thing very well, Frog. Most people tend to stay dead just the once. But no! You're France, you must blow raspberries at death's face.

_{[He rolls his eyes.]}

I'm not stupid. You may have been swamped by Germany's forces utterly the first time round, but I have to put up with him and using most of my artillery and yours and half of europe against me. I know exactly what he was like -- he was a bloody idiot. Half your artillery didn't even work right!

_{[He rolls his eyes.]}

Since you're not answering my question, I'll be there when I get there.

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Shut your mouth, Angleterre, you wouldn't have been able to hold him off if I hadn't surrendered! Admit it, the Resistance saved your stupid scruffy ass.

As if you enjoy being mortal yourself, eh? Poor monsieur Brows! Can't feel his house to know what the weather is like so he can complain about it every single day.



It doesn't take that long to visit each city. Think of it like traveling across your landmass without all the delays. You can go back and kick Wiggly Hair and his awful taste in fashion out on his ass.

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And excuse me, who is the one who funded the resistance?

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Fine, I'll be there when I get there.

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Wh--

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[spiffingtea.livejournal.com]

_{[England will arrive at some point, and precautiously look down the ward. When he cmes across France, he looks hesitantly to the side. He tries to hide the fact that his nose is ever so slightly knocked out of shape and yeah, there's actually the beginning of bruising of a black eye. He sits down on the side of the bed, and after a moment, looks silently at him.]}

... I'm here, in case you didn't realise.

_{[He kind of pokes France in the shoulder.]}

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... Angleterre. Of course I realized, I smelled the stench of the vinegar that runs through your veins the moment you set foot in the city.

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[spiffingtea.livejournal.com]

_{[England grabs the sheets and yanks them back away from France, raising an eyebrow.]}

Don't you bloody hide away when you're the one who called me all the way out of here. It's not like I haven't seen you like this already for the hundreth time already.

_{[He sits back, and crosses his legs.]}

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I was drunk and delirious with fever, so that doesn't count whatsoever. You were the one who agreed to visit, do not make it sound like I forced you.

Angleterre...

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Did you have a bar fight? Your nose has improved and your eye, it's forming a bruise.

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[spiffingtea.livejournal.com]

_{[England stubbornly reaches again and tugs the sheet back, keeping ahold of them.]}

No, but I've seen you before that.

_{[He stares at Francis for a moment.]}

... I already told you.

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Don't talk about that.



Did that little shit--?! Tell me you at least landed a few blows, Angleterre!

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[spiffingtea.livejournal.com]

_{[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.]}

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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?

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[spiffingtea.livejournal.com]

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

U-Uh, sure.

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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.

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[spiffingtea.livejournal.com]

<sub>[...

A date?]</sub>

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<sub>[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.]</sub>

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.]}

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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?

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... W-Why would I want to do that?

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

That is a very good question. So! You see my point, then!

Oh, and try not to smell so terrible, s'il vous plait.