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♕ neuf; [accidental video/action] (chip event part i)

[Tap tap.

Tap tap.

Very, very young eyes peeking out from rather pretty gold hair are inspecting this foreign object. He has no inclination that it's recording. The only thing that can record something in his time is a hand, a stylus and paper; or alternatively, a chisel on stone.

He leans back looking quite skeptical. This young boy is unamused, but ever so curious.]

Quid hōc est? Eh... [His lip sticks out and he backs away, dressed in the clothes as pictured in that lovely icon. He brandishes a knife, inspecting it, having temporarily lost interest in the strange lit device.] Lupa! Qui vir odiosus!

[THIS KNIFE WILL HAVE TO DO. But, next door, a THUMP can be heard. The child turns and even over the communicator one can easily hear a very British:]

--Oh bugger! Where's he gone to?

[Gaul's face splits into a childish, highly amused grin and he laughs quietly.] Hehe! [His expression turns playfully vicious and he fixes the knife at his belt--it's apparent now that he's in a kitchen, and he's looking for another knife.]

Flamma fumo est proxima, eh? [Temporarily satisfied, he crosses back to the communicator and peers into it. Something about it... it seems familiar. Clearly it's some kind of magic, but he taps on it again. He remembers like a dream--"use this"--

And-- Something else...

Something strange...]

... Salvē? Quis tu... ? Non... non intellego...

Francis! [A huff, the sharp shutting of a door, and approaching footsteps distract him enough to--well, they startle him, and he grabs the communicator, shutting it off immediately.]

[ooc: Regular text is ... Gaul, green is Rosemary/England.

Just as a note, I don't know Latin whatsoever, so I apologize to anyone who does know it. For characters who ICly know Latin, I'll provide the rough translation of what he's saying:

"What is this?" "Whore (she-wolf). This is boring." "There is no smoke without fire."

"Hello?" "Who are you?" "I don't understand."

Basically he does have his memories from Discedo, but of course they're more like dreams to him. Don't know Latin? Feel free to text him, the magic device that can send words will be an endless curiosity and of course text always translates. Expect typos and odd swearing. For the characters who can speak Latin, I'm just going to conduct it as "Latin" in the comment title (unless it's action of course) so I don't have to write it out or drag a scholar to translate everything for me accurately. LOL

ACTION IN DISCEDO IS GO! He will be wandering around/outside this apartment complex with a few knives but he is for the most part a nice child...]

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Yes, I am Britannia, amongst other names. [ A frown. ] You should not be here, this place, it is not safe.

[ NOT THAT HE CARES OR ANYTHING. ] You are with my sister, with Rosemary, yes? [ Gosh this is odd. It's like speaking baby talk only it's actually an organised, formal language that he only half remembers. ]

I am not old. Where are you? I wish to see... my sister, Rosemary. [ Not you because he totally doesn't care if you're going out of your mind, England, doesn't bother him, nope. ]

No. No you are not Britannia! Your face is old and wrinkled.

I won't tell you where I am. You tell me what you did to Britannia. Are you his older brother?

I have no wrinkles, thank you, young one. [ It's a little difficult to convey sarcasm in baby-talk, so he just ends up sounding sincere. ]

I am Britannia. What will make you believe me? I do not have the time to play these games, little one: I need to find you.

Nothing will prove what you say to be true. If you are Britannia, you would be small and cute, not old and stupid.

You are an insolent child, and the only thing I have gained of this conversation is a correction to my fond memories of you. I will not ask you again, [ Yes he will. ] what is your location, Francis? Do you wish for me to call you something else? Gaul? Gallia?

My name is Gallia, idiot.

Go submit to a she-wolf.

When I find you, I am going to punish you in a way you have never been punished before, I swear by it. [ Good job Arthur! Threaten the child until it's nice to you! It's a wonder why his colonies ever grew to hate him. ]

Gallows bird. You don't know anything worth knowing. If I find that you hurt Britannia or Hispania, I will rip the skin from your bones and hang it on my wall for everyone to see.

For the last time, I am Britannia. Such a violent little boy, it is interesting to see how you have grown. Now, if you want, I will tell you everything that has happened, and why I am old and you are young, but I am Britannia, Albion, Englalonde, Angelcynn, Anglia, Engla Land, Britene, and Englisc all in one.

[ Well, now that he's started... ] I am the child of Germania, the product of the Britons, I am the strongest standing legacy of my mother; I am greater than Rome ever was. I am the country to which Alfred the Great belonged, I am Wessex, I am Northumbria, I am Kent, I am Mercia. I am unlike my brother to the north with the Picts and the Scots, I am far more than my brother to the west, Cymuru.

I will hurt Hispania. But not yet. And I will not hurt Britannia.

I am Britannia. I am England. [ And finally, he pulls away from the communications device, aggravated beyond belief, but somewhat satisfied as he feels he's made his point. ]

And I do not want to see you. But I must see you.

...

Why?

[ He knows. He does know. He's never been good at reading people, he's always felt a little distant. But this is France, this is someone different. This is someone he hates, but can't live without. This is his oldest friend and his most hated enemy. And child or not, he knows what he means when his brows pinch, when his lips purse just slightly, when silence filters in between them. ]

[ He just doesn't know how to answer. ]

[ For a few moments, he just, sits. Finds a place against a dirty wall and sits, finally coming to realise he hasn't slept in a few days, he hasn't eaten anything and he hasn't drinken anything either. He's tired, hungry, thirsty, and now slightly chilled, compounded with the fact he has the matter of Gallia's question hanging over his head. Arthur grunts, then rubs his eye, looking down, then away form the screen, then back up at it. ]

[ And finally, he speaks: ] Because everything changes.

But we stay the same, in a way. [ His head tilts back against the wall, and he pauses again, unsure of how to continue, or what to say really. A deep breath is pulled back, and he closes his eyes, sitting there. ]

[ And sitting. And dropping his head. It really blows to see France like this. It blows because it hurts. Reminds him of a different time, which sort of makes him think he was lying. Things weren't always like they are now, he didn't always hate him. And-- even when Gallia asks for him, is so protective of him, it's painful. It's painful to hear, he doesn't want to hear it. France hates him, wants to kill him, doesn't want a thing to do with him and that is that. Nothing more, nothing less, things stay the same, the status quo is maintained. ]

[ But that's not true. And that's the most frightening thing; when he thinks about it that way, it makes France's actions that would be soon to follow different. Because it means one of two things: one, France changed, became different, cruel and ruthless, megalomaniacal. That was acceptable. ]

[ The second option maintained France had a reason for what he did. A reason that was not necessarily malevolent. And Arthur really didn't know how to deal with that thought. ]

[ So he doesn't. ]

I need to see you. [ His eyes open, and he stands again, brushing himself down. ] Can you tell me where you are?

... A place called Discedo. That is the only name I know.

Where are you, Britannia? I care not if you're an empire in this place. I will look after you and you won't need to hurt Hispania.

He's with me, don't worry. And don't tell him who I am.

Oh thank God, the voice of reason amongst all of this. What happened to him and why is he six?! Or eight, or Christ, I don't know!

Probably around a century or two, really.

He got his chip out and apparently this is one of the side effects, he has to relive his history for a little while.

This is what happens with one's chip is removed? The turn into an insufferable little child who cannot speak in English? Oh brilliant, are you implying this may happen to us as well? It hardly seems worth it!

[ Huff. ]

[ He's calm. ]

[ So fucking calm. ]

Is this it then, he'll be a little boy for a while and then just be normal again? How long is this going to last for? How is this even physically possible?

How the bloody hell should I know?! [ Huff she is so fucking calm as well.] And don't call him insufferable, he's only a little boy!

From what he told me before hand he's got to go all the way through everything at light speed to reach where he was last. Should only last a week or two, apparently.

[ Indignant! ] It's France! Little boy or not, it's France! The representation of all that is French, my God woman, have you lost your senses?

Wait. Wait. What are you implying when you say everything? [ With a wince, his voice drops a bit. ] Do you mean... everything? Or do you mean.... everything...? [ He is the master of language, so glad you could take notice. ]

Oh, calm down, he's hardly French yet. [And he'll never be the France she hates so it's all good, bro.]

Well, since I said everything I suppose I must have meant everything. [Sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose.] Yes, dear, everything. Which is why- since I'm the one who had found herself responsible for keeping the idiot out of too much trouble- I'd rather you didn't tell him who I was.

He will be French, and then you will be stuck with... more stuck with an obnoxious Frenchman! You should... [ He can't exactly bring himself to say "kill him while you still can", so he just sort of huffs and angrily pouts at the screen. ]

Yes. [ Glumly. ] I was afraid you'd say that. I should probably leave, get away, stay far far away from him and let you tend to him as you seem to be insistent.

[ Not bloody likely. ] So then, just for curiosity's sake, where are you? And... where is he?

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Oh, goodness, however will I survive such a trial? I've never had to suffer such a thing before in my life! [sarcasm is a vital part of any healthy, British breakfast.]

Discedo, the Latimir apartments. [And since she knows if she were in his position and it was Marianne going through all this, she would be staring through the windows trying to get a peek...] If you must poke you nose in, it's probably fine right now but you'll want to be careful later on. Not that I don't think you can handle him, dear, but it's best to avoid the whole issue, I think.

[ Huff again. Nothing to say to that. ]

Right, well, I'm in Discedo. I'll-- [ He hesitates, then looks down at the ground. ] I'll... I need to...

I need to... I don't, look, don't get the wrong idea, I'd hardly like for you to change your opinion of me, but I... I have to see him... go through this. Not because I want to, or because I care at all, because I don't care. But... I have to be there, if history is going to repeat itself, I need to be there.

[ And for a moment, it looks like he's going to say something else, but after a few moments, he just sighs and closes his eyes, giving up on adding to what's been said already. ]

... No, I understand, dear. [And she does, in a way.] Whatever you think is best.

[She doesn't feel like pushing the issue, not right now, but she'll watch Arthur anyway, a careful expression on her face to mask her concern.]

Let me know if you're dropping in, I'll put the kettle on. [Because a semblance of normalcy makes this pile of shit manageable.]

Thank you. [ Because he really didn't want to awkwardly sit there and explain himself. ]

I haven't the slightest idea where it is, you see, I've just arrived in Discedo like. But I'll come over anyway, you'll just have to give me a bit of time. It isn't like I really care about seeing him anyway, you see, I'm actually more more enthused to meet you, Miss Rosemary. It isn't every day that you find out you have... [ His brows draw, and he considers this for a moment, wandering about and glancing at signs so that he might locate the apartments. ] ...a... female counterpart? No, I suppose.... the best way to put that would be... a sister?

Considering the circumstances, I don't know if "sister" is the right word. [A sister is someone you try to murder over and over again over the course of several centuries so that they can never ever leave you. She hasn't even had one brawl with Arthur.] But I suppose I'm a little intrigued myself...

If you're not the perfect gentleman, I shall be very disappointed, you realise.

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