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[liltassiedevil]

[He's struggling with a bucket filled to the brim with water, his face a mask of pure determination. There are smears of ash across his cheeks and hands. He knows it's not much but he has a lot of people and animals to protect and the fire really hurts

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[misterunionjack]

[England jerks around on impulse and yells,] Watch your mouth, or I'll wash it out with soap! You aren't old enough to cur-- [He freezes and stares at the younger Australia. Then he turns away while crossing his arms.] Humph. God, why am I even surprised anymore...

[ooc: I should totally be studying right now.]

[liltassiedevil]

[He’d know that voice anywhere.] England! [Sticks his tongue out at you. Your threat won’t work on him…well maybe a little: it stops him from mentioning that he learnt how to curse and to curse well because of England at least.]

[ooc: So should I. *has a mountain of paperwork to do by tomorrow*.]

[misterunionjack]

[His scowl deepens.] Put your tongue away, lad. [That's when he notices the smears. England closes in and leans forward to examine them.] What the devil happened to you?

[ooc: I sympathise.]

[liltassiedevil]

[Does as he’s told. For once.] I was fighting a huge fire in Victoria. [He lifts the bucket for England to see…and half the water tips over the side splashing onto both him and England.]

Oops. [He’s totally not getting ready to laugh about that. Not at all.]

[ooc: As do I, as do I.]

[misterunionjack]

A fire in Vi- [SPLASH. Now his front is wet. Good show, punk. England fists his hands and starts shaking.] Trying to be a troublesome little bugger, are we?

[edit, ooc: I forgot how short he was. >>; ]

[liltassiedevil]

[He fails, doubles over and starts laughing. Oh England, he never has to try: he naturally is a troublesome little bugger.]N-no. [He clutches at his stomach trying to catch his breath, the bucket held precariously in his hands.]

[ooc: Don't worry about it. Your edit made my day.]

[misterunionjack]

Was that a 'yes' I heard, lad? Why, I think it was! [He moves to snatch the bucket, which he hopes to pour over Australia's head.] I'll be borrowing this.

[liltassiedevil]

[He's only half listening, still laughing as hard as ever. He calms down enough to let out a somewhat startled 'hey' as the bucket is yanked out of his hands.]

[misterunionjack]

Serves you right. [He unceremoniously tips the bucket over the younger nation, not even bothering to put much effort into his petty revenge.] I'm doing you a favour, anyhow, as you look like you need a goddamned bath. When was your last?

[liltassiedevil]

[There's not enough water left to soak him to the bone, but the coldness is a shock nonetheless. He scowls up at England more for show than anything else. It's going to take more than a little water to get to him.]A while ago. [He replies bluntly.]

[misterunionjack]

Knowing you, it's probably a month without so much as a shower. [England's scowl, if possible, had deepened even more. He raises a hand and points at one of the building's entrances.] Off to the bath with you. You can tell me what the deuce you were up to on the way.

[ooc: :|; Not 100% sure what England's relationship to Australia is, so I'm kind of going out on a limb with ... the entire thing, actually.

edit: mrr, I need to pay attention.]

[liltassiedevil]

[He follows England into the building quietly deciding to keep the fuss down to a minimum for now.] I told you already! I was firefighting in Victoria! They’ve been burning for days and its not getting any better…[He trails off. The big him said that Victoria was going to be alright, but that didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t there to help. He needed to help!]

[ooc: Sorry for the late reply. My computer was commandeered for a bit. I think you’re doing great, so don’t worry too much. :D. Even I don’t have a clear idea of their relationship except that Australia was probably a complete pain whether purposefully or not.]

[misterunionjack]

In Victoria, eh... [His boots squelch as he strides down the hall. Damn, he needed a change of clothes. That bastard of a kid --

Think, England, think. Australia's climate was pretty arid in some places, wasn't it? That must be it. He moves to place a hand on Australia's head.] Those fires won't burn forever, and your people aren't so daft as to need your presence by the minute. You have time enough to get this grime out of your hair.

[ooc: no worries. I'm kind of busy over here anyway, so... -edit- take your time, okay? Abusing the edit function, whoo. How did I survive without it? orz]

[liltassiedevil]

[He nods.]It got really bad today too! It was so hot and the wind wasn't helping any.

[He thinks England is probably right in this matter. He's seen plenty of fires before: it's a common feature of his home after all. And maybe a bath wasn't such a bad idea...

He's unusually quiet for a moment before he starts snickering at the sqelching coming from England.]

[misterunionjack]

[England abruptly colours and hisses:] Not a word, you. [The dormitories are closest, so he heads for the room he picked out for himself. It's not very big: there's the expected bed, bathroom, and closet. On a table is a basket of his embroidery stuffs, and beside it are a couple cans of beer. There's also a window.

He tosses his coat over a chair, and motions at the bathroom.] You know what to do. I'm going to look for something dry to wear, [he grumbles.]

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[liltassiedevil]

[He quiets his laughter but not by much. He's not going to say a word: he knows his laughter says it all.

Australia scans the room quickly. It's nice enough; bigger than his room at home, not that he spends that much time in there. He goes into the bathroom without complaint and shuts the door behind him.]