Apr 06, 2010 00:14
Oi, where the bloody hell am I?
[ England sounds incredibly dazed and confused, which isn't too surprising. It's what most people sound like when they wake up hungover and totally lost ]
I promised myself I'd stop after my fifth pint... and I swore I did. The night's a bit hazy after that point, but I wasn't tanked enough to lose myself this badly!
Bloody hell, if you've gone and bombed me overnight, I'm going straight to the UN, Russia! That's if and only if I don't take matters into my own hands and punch you back to the 17th century. Same goes for you, America. If you've gone off and started a war, I'm going to box your ears come next world meeting-- Wait, I've been here before, haven't I?
[ England cuts off suddenly, as he dry retches a bit. ]
Oh, sod it all.
( ooc; ahh forgot to mention, England will still remember his previous time in Discedo '3' lovely. )