I have passed the doors of coldness ; 05

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[A guillotine stood before him. Presumably, it was his gift from the city. Though, it could hardly be considered a 'gift'. He would have much rather received his cooking supplies, or something less...gruesome.

Though there it stood, towering before him. Sharp point glinting as the memories resurfaced. Louis's head held before a crowd as they surged

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[is_an_island]

Get out.

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You are more of a coward than I realized.

[is_an_island]

And you're an... an idiot. So get out.

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Non, I have business to attend. [Reaching over to try and grab England.]

[is_an_island]

[SPLASHES HOT TEA ON FRANCE'S FACE] Wh-what are you doing?

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[WLSKDFJ WELL THAT WAS PAINFUL.] Br-Bringing you back to where you belong.

[is_an_island]

[way too drunk to be nice!! well way too england to be nice] This is my house.

Or it looks like it.

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[Way too stuck in the past to even notice he's talking to England.] The guillotine, you fool.

[is_an_island]

What about it, you fucking bastard?

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Today's the day of your beheading, of course. Or have you forgotten?

[is_an_island]

I can't forget what never bloody happens.

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Louis, you die today. And when you do, my people's suffering will finally be alleviated.

[is_an_island]

Name's England.

Eng-land.

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I think I would know a bushy browed bastard when I see one.

[is_an_island]

's the robust spirit of John Bull you shitfucking bastard.

Now get out of my house.

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I shouldn't be surprised you know so much about mon ennemi.

...Non, I have already told you: I have business to attend. [Makes another grab for England.]