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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

[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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