He used to be a mechanic, right?

[misterunionjack]

[He's late for tea. Arthur glances at his watch and hall ahead, knowing he is lost and hating it. He grips the knob of the next door he comes across.] Well -- nice place for a cuppa, [he breathes. The room's huge and filled with old machinery, some he knew by name. He spots several planes from World War II and goes in.] Oho. Fancy seeing you here,

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[gilbert_maria]

[Ohh~ now that was something Prussia liked. A room at this odd place filled with old machinery. She might be a woman but she had a thing for machines, so did her sister. As she saw someone standing there she grinned. So she wasn't the only one who was interested in these babies.]

They look amazing don't they?

[misterunionjack]

You don't know half of it, [he states, turning from his work. Hum. It was an unfamiliar woman.] You are -- ?

[gilbert_maria]

Oh I do know them funny brows, [she pointed at serveral airplanes] most of them are Hawkers, the one you are standing at is a Hurricane.

[Of course she knew them, she had seen most of them at WWII.]

Me? I am the awesome Gilbert Maria Beilschmidt, but I prefer that people call me Prussia.
And your name is...?

[misterunionjack]

[Wearily, he says:] My brows aren't funny. [He adjusts his sleeves and gives her a cool look.] Prussia, are you? I'm Arthur Kirkland, England. Either England or Kirkland is fine. I won, by the way.

Remember me?

[before_redsnow]

... *THOSE THINGS ARE HUGE. WHAT ARE THOSE STRANGE THINGS?*

Why yes, I do.

[misterunionjack]

Who's there?

Hooray!

[before_redsnow]

Ah, um, erm...

[misterunionjack]

Speak up; I haven't got all day. [After a pause, England shakes his head at himself and puts down the spanner. He emerges from behind the plane.] ... ... Rus?

<3 <3

[peter_kirkland]

[Peter hasn't noticed you yet, he's ogling all the awesome this room somehow contains, and is making quite the racket trying to climb up into one of the planes.]

N-Naw. <3

[misterunionjack]

Oi! [he roars, after cursing because he dropped an important component,] Get down from there.

[peter_kirkland]

Uhwah?!

[That shout out of no where startled him, causing him to loose his grip and fall down. Luckily he didn't have far to fall as of yet, so the only thing he likely injured was his 'manly' pride and quite possibly his bottom (which he landed on)]

You made me fall, you jerk!

[misterunionjack]

Blimey -- [He circles around to see what happened, looking concerned.] Are you all ri-- What did you say? [England's face twists into a scowl.] You were the one who climbed it, you little rascal.

[whatmoney]

[impressed whistle goes here] Nice plane!

[misterunionjack]

Oh God. [He doesn't have to check to know who's voice that was. Dryly, he announces,] It's the American twit, elevated from the American git for that small compliment he made. Well done.

[whatmoney]

Hey! That's no way to great the great America!

[misterunionjack]

'Great', my ass. [He clambers onto a step stool to get a better look at his handiwork. It looks clumsy and inept. Making a face, England leans in to make adjustments.] How did you find your way here, anyway?

[marmalade_dame]

[Gets closer to the Hurricane] I had not seen these in more than a while, indeed...

Blast. I forgot to reply to this before I went to bed yesterday. S-Sorry. orz

[misterunionjack]

Quite a sight, isn't it? [He grins shyly at her. They were both England, and what was a little modesty between fellow Brits?] We owe them much.