No idea how well this is going to go. Humor me plz. OTL

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[England stumbles in backwards through a door, as if he was arguing with someone.]

No, Antonio, I told you, I-...! H-huh...?

[He freezes, having suddenly taken notice of his changed surroundings with an alarmed look on his face and starts fiddling nervously with the rosary he's carrying.]

Where... A-Antonio?

[He'd actually be greatful to

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[This may not be the face he was looking for... but Prussia seems to show up wherever he's not wanted anyway. He spots the rosary and sneers - Catholic, right? It must be his captured England.]

Antonio? Didn't I tell you not to associate with that--

[Wait... it wasn't him after all. This England was older, though still seemed to be younger than himself, Prussia delightedly noted. With all the Arthurs around here, he could make an army of them.]

...that Katholische schwein. He'll betray you in the end, kekeke.

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[In the midst of the coughing, he whips his head up at the voice. It wasn't one he was all too familiar with. As his hacking finally stops, his eyes narrow in confusion, his hands still fidgiting over the rosary.]

I'm sorry, I... You are? [He takes a slight step back. The red eyes are making him nervous (as if he doesn't seem to be perpetually that already).

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[Cocks his head, wondering what exactly England is afflicted with.]

London Plague? Or didn't you reach it yet?

[He doesn't mind not being recognized - after all, if gives him a chance to introduce himself.] I'm the Great Kingdom of Prussia - Europe's greatest nation! Kekekeke!

...an ally, too. So trust me when I say Spanien is no good. Heh.

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Pardon...? [Oh, the cough...] Um, no, economy's not-...

[He shuts mouth abruptly, stopping himself from explaining any further. Why would this Nation want to know that, anyway. From the look of him and the sound of him, he struck England as a fighter. And Lord, he couldn't afford a battle now. Not in his state... The other claimed to be an ally, however...he couldn't take him at his word. He flinches at the mention of Spain, his eyes shifting to the side and one hand almost instictively coming up to rub his neck.] I-I'm...aware of Antonio's...darker side, I suppose. [Almost painfully, or so it seems.] So there's no need for you to go into that. [This statement is rushed, as if he wants Prussia to forget about the subject altogether.]

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...

[Takes all this in, and almost immediately erupts into a fit of laughter. Older than his servant, yet not the sickly pirate of the 17th Century - that put this newcomer in the 1500's, didn't it?]

Your younger self is more bold than you! Ha! How's that for irony, Brows?!

[A fighter - yes. highlighted by the predatory grin he usually wore, and which was present on his face now. He casually steps closer, as if he's done it dozens of times before.]

I guess. But 'darker side' is an understatement, ain't it? Kekeke! It wasn't too long ago that he was trying to behead me with that stupid axe - again! Hahahaha! Of course, the awesome me prevailed.

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[He fidgets at that reference to his past self, feeling a little bit intimidated by the Prussian for one, and even in his emotionally rattled state he still has some of his pride and stubborness left...a little...right? The hand on his neck slides up to rub his head.] I-I'm trying, but everything's just...falling apart. [The rubbing hand stops to clasp his temple, his shoulders arching upwards as his face darkens a bit.] I'm trying...but no matter what I do they won't listen...! They're so angry, but it isn't my fault. I didn't really want Antonio to come here either, but Mary... No one listens. [His voice pitches down harshly in a sudden hiss.] Why won't anyone listen to me...?!

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Problems in the Monarchy, Brows? [It gives Prussia an odd, satisfied feeling to see the hard-headed and brutal England that he's used to reduced to a state of... well, this. He still can't pinpoint the exact time the other is from, but he chuckles again regardless.]

Oi, if you don't like them, kick them out of your throne - A King serves his Country. Kekeke!

'Sides, if you use a little... force, anyone will listen to you~

[He pauses.] ...it's the Catholicism that's ruining you, I bet! Why don't you convert already? Fuck Spain! Fuck the Church! All they do is cause problems! You'll be much better off, Arthur, kekeke!

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[He's still somewhat caught in his moment of anger, up until one sentence-- the one about using force --snags his attenion. He glances up, the madness gone, replaced by his arguably normal worrisome paranoia.

No, that's- [But Prussia goes on, and with that one sentence, his mind is on a totally different track of thought, fixing only on the parts that relate to it, most noticably the mention of Spain. And with that word, too. Just stop it, please!! [He claps his hands over his ears, shaking his head.] Stop, I don't want to talk about Antonio!Stop bringing him up! Anything, anything else, just not...!! I never asked...! [He seems a bit caught in his own thoughts for the moment, not even giving the Catholicism question a chance. As if he'd be able to give a comprehensible answer...]

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[Hm. Maybe he went a bit too far with that one. He smiles, though, as usual - and puts his hands on both of England's shoulders. This wasn't so different, he thought, as what he did whenever the Arthur of his world lost a battle to France; which was much more often these days.]

Calm down. If you don't wanna hear about that bastard, then I don't either! Kekeke, simple as that. He'll be dead soon enough.

[Draws away, relocating his hands to his hips. He gives England the once-over again.]

...you really are a mess though, kekekeke! I'll just ask; what year was it when you last checked? Huh?

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[He brings his hands away instictively to slap at Prussia's arms as they come to touch his shoulders, taking a step back at the touch. It's...nothing personal, but...it's just become a habit. He gives Prussia a bit of a stare as he responds, almost seeming shocked that he did as he asked. He wasn't much used to that...Not nowadays. He swallows, shoulders drooping a tad at that last comment as he defaults to fooling with his rosary beads. Of course he was a mess, he knew that... but...! Well, before he could mentally argue himself into a state again, Prussia's question reaches his ears.] Uh... [He glances off to the side for a moment before responding reluctantly.] ...The Year of Our Lord one-thousand five-hundred and fifty eight...

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[Does nothing but snort. He's used to that, too. While waiting for the answer, he's content to watch the younger nation fidget. It was entertaining, as he constantly noted, but it was quickly becoming unnerving. If Prussia yelled, he thought the frail blonde might crumble though.

He had to restrain himself from cringing at the "Our Lord" part.]

1558... I think I had the same problem as you back then - but my history is so glorious, I can't remember that far back! [Back then, the Church was fighting to regain Prussia as a Catholic state... yeah, fat chance of that happening.]

Heh. You want a pep-talk or somethin'? 'Cause I can tell you - by the time you become the Great Prussia's ally, you're a mean sea-pig eating motherfucker! [The swearing was just to assault his poor Catholic ears.]

Late reply is late. My muse has not been giving me this reply easily. Sorry.

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[The more he talks, the more that woman's story about this being some sort of meeting place for nations from different time periods starts to make sense. At least the way Prussia is talking makes it seem that way. He isn't too sure he's completely ready to fully believe that though. He coughs lightly at the harsh language, his hand clenching momentarily around the rosary.]

N-no, thank you... Aren't there more...tactful ways of expressing yourself?

It's alright~

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[He shrugs.] Your loss.

Tactful? Kekeke - I suppose so, but then I'd be just like those prissy nations. Heh.

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Prissy...? [That isn't really a word he's familiar with.]

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[Sorry, he's only going to confuse England more.]

Prissy, ja. Like... "la-la," "frou-frou," "pansy," "girly?"

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... Oh... [But the joke is kind of lost on him, sorry.]