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[rule_britannia]

Well, this is just bloody brilliant.

Unless they’re lying. They could be lying. I don’t feel any different. I certainly don’t feel more sodding real than I did before… but this isn’t London. Magic, maybe? Could be. Maybe I’m dreaming. Pinching doesn’t work though so it must be one hell of a good---… Maybe I’m dead? Oh, bloody hell, what if I am dead? How the bloody fuck did that happen?!

No, no… Calm down, Arthur…

… Thinking about it, I suppose I should have expected it, if I’m honest, but who the bloody hell is going to entertain for a moment the idea that they’re fictional? The world’s always felt perfectly real to me and I… ah, bollocks… I’m not dealing with this very well...

...

I need a drink.

Comments

5/5

[quixotical]

( Okay now time for something different. )

I could make sure you're dead!

1/3

[rule_britannia]

[What.

WHAT?]

2/3

[rule_britannia]

[Okay just give him a moment while he has a good laugh]

3/3

[rule_britannia]

[Oh Spain]

You couldn't kill me if you tried, Carriedo.

[quixotical]

Well, it's a little hard to do it when we always come back to life and all that so! Maybe someday though, that'd be nice.

...I see you still don't understand how Spanish last names work, Inglaterra.

[rule_britannia]

No, no.. I understand quite well enough. I just enjoy irritating you.

Since you make it so bloody easy.

[quixotical]

Well, it's not hard when I dislike your entire presence! At least you pay a lot when you use my house as a vacation home.

[rule_britannia]

Nice try, but you'd not catch me dead there.

I'd rather visit France.

[quixotical]

...Eh? I guess you're not coming along with all your people anymore. Well, that's good! I won't have to deal with seeing your pasty, bare ass on my beaches at least.

I could deal without all of your people deciding to live in Andalucía, but I guess if they pay okay, that's fine. It's funny watching them burn themselves to a crisp in the sun anyway!

And oh! Francia would like that I think. He always says he doesn't get to torture you enough.

[rule_britannia]

I'm flattered that my arse provides such a distraction for you, but I'd much rather you didn't watch it, if it's all the same.

Torture? That's what he's calling it now? Well, I suppose that's as good a word as any.

[quixotical]

I didn't say I wanted to watch it. It was kind of hard to miss when it was brighter than the moon itself during the day, though. And redder than a prawn!

Well, it's his new favourite word for it, I think.

[rule_britannia]

Considering that my backside has never been naked on any of your beaches I can only imagine where you might have seen it.

Have you been spying on me?

... Don't answer that. I don't even want to know.

sob seriously, Spain is FILLED TO THE BRIM with english tourists, half of whom streak on the beaches

[quixotical]

...Inglaterra, you really got drunk that time, didn't you. I guess that's why you were naked in the first place...

sob I know. But this is fun :V

[rule_britannia]

That still begs the question as to why, of all the beaches, you happened to be the one I was on.

[He won't deny being drunk, at least...]

Is there something you're not telling me?

[quixotical]

I didn't plan to be in the same city you were in, really! I really wanted to go back north once I noticed you were there again. Really gross to see you there.

[rule_britannia]

No, no, of course you didn't... I completely believe you.

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