[ video ↳ english ] oo3 (backdated to the 27th-28th)

[noblemen]

[ Thursday. At the outskirts of Discedo. ]

[ The communicator isn't supposed to be on. At least not at first. There's breathy sigh and the viewscreen flicks on to show Arthur looking vaguely like a mummy, face bandaged, one eye swollen shut, the middle of his face wrapped with splints in place, limping through the forest and leaning against a

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[crotchroses]

[Yeah no France is busting into the hospital, storming down the halls in all his glamorous glittering glory, a flurry of perfect poise and French fury.

No really, he is so pissed.

The nation bursts into England's room by kicking the door open with his boot and then he points directly at Arthur.

His eyes are watering.]

You miserable shithead!

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[noblemen]

[ Nnnnnnnnno ugggguuuuuu so not what he wants to deal with. As the Frenchman bursts into his room, England considers his options silently, staring at him blankly for a few moments. ]

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[noblemen]

[ Wait. ]

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[noblemen]

[ Oh yes, this is a good idea. ]

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[noblemen]

[ For a moment, he gives France the most confused of all looks, blank, innocent, dere... ]

[noblemen]

I'm sorry, can I help you with something sir?

[ And a little smile to boot. He is so fucking smooth and good at this shit he should have been cast as James Bond. ]

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[crotchroses]

[... what the...]

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[crotchroses]

Oh, look at you, so witty, Arthur.

What is wrong with you? You really are touched in the head, do you know this? You approach me and insult me when I am breaking apart, then you turn your back to me like the most foolish of idiots!

But non. [France crosses to the bed and gestures passionately as he speaks--yells, rather.]

Non, that is not enough! Merde, merde! You fucking idiot! As if everything that has happened was not enough for you! You leave and God knows how you managed it, prancing into the forest like an overgrown child with an ego he can barely support, then you are attacked for all to see--

[He shakes with emotion. He cannot believe this.

No, no wait. He can. This is Arthur, England, always doing incredibly stupid things. His relief and fury are so great that he would punch the man except... except...]

Mon Dieu! I can't even fight with you anymore! [As angry as he sounds, France's voice cracks.] One punch to the face, that is all I ask for. One stupid-- [He slams his fist violently against the nearest wall. The wood

[noblemen]

[ Ho hum, France is running around his room and cursing and speaking terrible English. Time to act like Canada adopt a sweet smile and a blank look and just listen and nod along. And fake a little jump when he punches the wall. ]

Oh my.

I do ask that you calm yourself, sir, lest I need to have you removed. If you need something of me, I'd appreciate it if you were polite enough to offer me the same courtesy I am offering you, or to otherwise leave me be as I've been told I've been through a rough few days.

[ HE IS NOT INSINUATING ANYTHING NOPE he is the picture of innocence... ]

[crotchroses]

... [He narrows his eyes and pierces England with a stare.] This is not amusing at all, you know. You don't have amnesia.

Tell me you don't.

[noblemen]

I... amnesia? [ A finger to his lip, and the fakest most worried look he can manage. ]

Oh, dear, that is rather awful... I would hope I don't, sir, should I be familiar with you?

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[crotchroses]

. . .

Excuse me? But...

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[crotchroses]

[Well, fine... If this is how it's going to be.]

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[crotchroses]

[He leans against the bed looking so apologetic.]

... Ooh, Arthur! I am so sorry! I cannot believe you have amnesia. [He grabs England's hand.]

I am so distraught because we--

--we are lovers... Really, we are lovers... You, Arthur, and I, Francis.

[noblemen]

[ For a second, he looks unbelievably constipated. ]

[ But then he goes back to looking like a scared moe blob, he can do this, he can do this!! ]

Oh... dear. Was it an arranged marriage?

[crotchroses]

W-what? Non! We made love passionately every night! You so loved when our bodies pressed together, grinding, our heat and sweat mingling...~ [He brings Arthur's hand up to his cheek and holds it there. C: ]