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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! :) ]

Comments

[hullonurse]

[Because that's how they roll.]

[Anyway, yes. Before too long, Rosemary is storming along the hospital corridors, looking into different rooms in search of Francis. She's tempted to start slamming doors, but she doesn't want to disrupt the other patients so she suppresses her rage and concern and is fairly quiet about it. ]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I need a smoke.

[hullonurse]

Knowing you, you'd manage to set your own sheets on fire.

[Marches in and looks him over, hands on her hips.] What happened?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Hah! I'm not that stupid.

[hullonurse]

Yes, you are.

[Glares at him and then starts tugging blankets of the spare bed in the room and throwing them over him.] You're not injured anymore.

[She knows how people tend to end up here, you know.]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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

Nothing happened!

[hullonurse]

[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.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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

[hullonurse]

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

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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.

[hullonurse]

... You got into a fight with Germany.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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

[hullonurse]

And then what?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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?

[hullonurse]

He attacked you just because of that? [Starts tucking in the blankets and then goes to get another one to throw over him. Blankets fix everything.]

Why did you come to Discedo on your own? Even without Germany, it can't be a safe trip.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I live here. I am tired of moving, it's a pain in the ass.

... You don't know what the second war was like, or what the end of the Great War really did to him. I will tell you, but you may not believe me at all, so I don't see the point.

[hullonurse]

[Swats him back and re-takes over making the bed you are sick, you are not allowed to move.] Then stop running all over the place.

... I don't have any reason not to believe you. [That's as close to a "I sort of trust you just a little" you're gonna get, Francis.]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Fine. I will tell you.

[hullonurse]

[How the hell can you do that subtly

Rosemary grabs what's left of his hair and yanks on it.] Pervert!

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

--Ow, ow, Angleeerre, I'm injured and sick! Be gentle!

[hullonurse]

I'm being very gentle, your hand is still attached to your arm.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't do that...

Look at those big blue eyes staring up at you imploringly, Rosemary. You're his nurse! :(]

[hullonurse]

[O-oh...

Oh she can't look she can't]

... Just behave yourself. [Sits on the edge of the bed and looks to the side. She can't take it.]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

[hullonurse]

[Fuck.

Fuck.

As France's story goes on, England slouches further. She wishes she could be surprised. Europe will never be peaceful, she should know that by now, but she had almost dared to hope that maybe this time they had learned their lesson. But there was always a new generation to forget the lessons of the previous one, though this time it seemed like even that couldn't be to blame.

It's been a few years, but not long enough for the memories of the trenches to fade. Her mind keeps flicking back to them as she hears more.

When France finishes, she sighs and rests her head in her hands.]

... And that's it then? [The horrors of the Great War don't scare them into stopping, they just inspire them to move onto greater, more terrifying wars. Wonderful.]