[Open; slightly backdated]

[rule_britannia]

Who: England & anyone
What: Trying to keep out of people's way (obvs going to fail), general event fallout.
When: Jan 13th - Afternoon
Where: Hoarders (inside or outside)

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[Cabin fever can drive anyone out of their house even under the most undesirable of circumstances, and England's found his way to the book store after carefully making sure that he speaks to no one on the way. He's been blurting things out left and right whenever a direct question was asked for two days now and it's wearing on his nerves.

He'd like to say he's dealt with worse.

This place is ideal - quiet, plenty of ways to look like he's more than busy so no one will bother him - but that probably won't stop some people, and eventually he'll have to leave.]

Comments

[kantstoppfantstopp]

Nothing brought it on. It's always like this, man. West isn't here, none of the usual fucks I like to mess with are here, Jake's gone and it's waaaay too quiet at home and I hate it sometimes.

_{[His eye twitches. He needs to be more careful.]}

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur presses his lips together and eyes the other man carefully. With the Prussian running his mouth like this he knows he's going to have to be careful with what he says - no mean feat when the compulsion to blurt the truth out is so strong.

He's always prided himself on his ability to keep his trap shut when he needs to, but this is hardly a normal situation.]

Keeping quiet's never been your strong point.

[A pause.]

I don't mind listening to you.

[kantstoppfantstopp]

Sometimes being quiet really really sucks, yanno? Like, don't ever even consider getting me wrong, I'm awesome and so are my thoughts, but there's only so much genius I can handle at a time.

But yanno man, we should definitely hang out and stuff more often. We've got this most badass history between us. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste.

_{[WHAT IS HE EVEN SAYING OMG SHUT UP.]}

[rule_britannia]

You know, you're right.

[Then he turns to his friend with a smile and places a hand on his shoulder. It's not often Arthur smiles like that - soft and genuine - and he nods.]

We've always made a bloody good team and I'd hate that to fall by the wayside because of what happened after the War.

[There's a gentle inflection on that word, 'war'. They both know which one he means, despite how many they fought together.]

You've always been someone I knew I could trust.