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[Drunk shenanigans.]
(Continued from here[England looks around blearily as he wobbles though the door, leaning firmly onto Amelia for support, and going through into the bedroom. He's rather drowsy now, and well ready for lying down before inevitably passing out. Luckily, this seems to have deterred him from any more ramblings about the dreaded birthday coming up, and

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Hey! Take your shoes off at least!

[ Amelia sighs, about to yank off the aforementioned shoes for him, when Arthur suddenly reaches for her. She blinks down at his outstretched hand with a little bit of confusion, until he starts talking again. What he says makes her blush a little bit and she's grateful that he's probably so drunk, he won't remember tomorrow. ]

...Even though I'm an ungrateful former sibling like Alfred?

[ She takes his hand though. ]

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[England leans over to grab onto her arm when she only blinks at him. He's far too drunk to really notice any reaction from Amelia, frowning up at her with a far away look. But at "ungrateful former sibling" though, England's expression falls considerably and he turns, closing his eyes to hide the sadness trapped behind them.]

You're both... ungrateful. An'- an' celebrate leavin' me 'lone when I could've- we could've...

[He shakes his head, looking back up and blinking at her.]

Still do like you 'lot, though. S'why I care.

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[ The grab is so unexpected, that Amelia finds herself tumbling forward sooner than she can recover. She falls forward onto the bed, her torso landing on Arthur's, and she tries to give him her best affronted look when his expression changes. She falls silent and simply listens to him, righting herself so she can prop up on one elbow on her side without digging said elbow into him anywhere. ]

Could've what? We could've become the world's two most powerful political allies? Didn't that happen anyway?

[ America chooses, at this point, to blatantly ignore the facts that the United Kingdom is no longer a superpower and that her current boss finds France more important. It makes her uncomfortable enough to hear Arthur lamenting their separation, because it is both uncannily similar and entirely different from Alice's usual laments. He seems lonelier and there's an edge of wistful bitterness to him that's a few shades darker than that in her own England. She feels just a little more shame in her heart in the face of it.Arthur... I like

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[England stares up at her, misty eyes flickering briefly closed as Amelia slips her fingers through his hair. His face feels warm, from Amelia’s closeness and from the alcohol. He reaches over to cup her face in his hand, frowning deeply. His words are slurred and weary, tumbling out his mouth too quickly.]

You- He left me. Alone… Nothin’- nothing had to happen like that… it could’ve worked- we could’ve-

[He pulls his hand back and looks away sadly, shaking his head and not going on because he’s not sure how to, too despondent and too intoxicated to put anything more across. Of course he knows, in the bottom of his heart, things couldn’t have stayed how they were back then. He’s no longer the empire that raised his colonies, and even if the revolution had never happened, it is still unlikely America would still be his in that way now. And he doesn’t think that’s even what he wants, not anymore, not like that. But knowing all of that doesn't stop how much it hurt, or how much it hurts now.]

Together now…

[He looks back up at the

Morning After

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[ Amelia doesn't answer; instead, she pouts at him for a short while longer, then sighs wanly and turns away. She raises her hands to her face, putting them over her brow, to create the illusion of wiping away tears. Another sigh, and she says quietly under her breath with obvious hurt: ]

Oh, Arthur...

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[If England was worried before, now he's positively horrified. He places a hesitant hand on Amelia's back, leaning forward to try and see her face. A million different scenarios are currently running through his head and he desperately tries to rack his brain for some clue as to what happened last night.]

Uh... A-Amelia?

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[ Strategically, Amelia curls more into herself, turning her head to her left more in order to keep Arthur from getting a good view of her face. ]

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[England doesn't stop trying to see her face, though, quite alarmed now as he pats her back somewhat awkwardly.]

What- what is it? What's the matter?