[RL - Ema - it's not like I missed her or anything]

[ofhopeandglory]

[England is having a very weird September day. Aside from the torrential wind and rain up and down the country for a start, the community - after a seventy-year absence - has whirled back into his life in the form of a virus that transported him to Hogwarts for a few days. As far as viruses go, not bad, but the shock of being reconnected still hasn

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[makinganote]

[Ema is having a very normal September day. Well, as normal as it gets when strange communities that sent everyone to Hogwarts last week could be, anyway. But! She got a worldhop, as usual, and she has tea, as usual, and she has a way to England's house, as almost usual. And she won't say she was worried about him, because she said it a lot and besides, he's all right now. His house is bigger than last time she saw it. Maybe it's really smaller. Schrodinger's house. But it's together, and not in pieces, and everything seems so much brighter than before.

It's a nice day. She knocks on the front door and rocks back and forth on her feet until someone answers.]

[ofhopeandglory]

[For a minute he thinks it might be Sealand or America, and he considers not answering it. Then he remembers that Sealand and America usually don't bother knocking. So this is something else odd, since he wasn't expecting anyone today.

The day's about exceeded its limit for oddness when he opens the door to find Ema standing there.]

Ema?!

[Considering it's been 70 years since he last saw her in person, he thinks he's allowed to be surprised.]

[makinganote]

[She waves a little sheepishly at first. She hasn't seen him in a little while, either. He was at war, which made visiting his house kind of really difficult and dangerous. And he's the same, she thinks. A little. He still looks like England, anyway. Seems like him. Only he seems shocked, and maybe he should sit down, and there's a lot of little ideas in her head. She needs a pen to sort them out. But the biggest one is that, if he hasn't seen her in seventy years, and that is a very long time, then she should do something about it. But what?]

[Luckily, all that thinking came about ten seconds after she put the tea on the ground and hugged him.]

I'm so glad you're back, Arthur!

[Until the thoughts catch back up. But then it's too late, and really, Mr. Kirkland always seemed like he could use more hugs in general. And all the other nations, too.]

[ofhopeandglory]

[If Arthur was surprised before, the sudden hug offered an extra helping of surprise to go along with it. He steps backwards a little in surprise, and for a moment he's not quite sure how to react - either to the hug or the statement or both. But then he gingerly hugs her back after a moment longer and clears his throat a little embarrassedly after a while.]

Yes, well... well, quite.

dsfjnkn sorry for my fail

[makinganote]

[When he clears his throat, she takes a step back and tries very, very hard to not shrink. Okay, that's not scientifically possible, but it's the kind of awkward that makes you wish holes really did open up in the ground. They don't, so Ema doesn't fall into one. And anyway, Arthur got a hug, so it's worth the sudden urge for convenient geography.]

I-I brought tea?

I see no fail here <3

[ofhopeandglory]

[He's still feeling more than a little awkward himself, really - after all, he's never been the best person for hugs or much physical contact of any kind. Let alone impromptu ones. But Ema's words then almost make him want to laugh from the absurdity of it all - even after all this time, she's still managed to show up on his doorstep completely uninvited with tea.

He manages not to laugh - he has to retain some restraint after all, right? - but he can't quite hold back the small smile tugging at his lips.]

Well, you'd better come in then, hadn't you?

derederedere <3

[makinganote]

Right! Just a second!

[She picks up the tea from where it landed on the doorstep. She's smiling, too, but she smiles a lot so it's not a big deal or anything. Arthur doesn't so often, though. Kind of like Mr. Edgeworth or Lana, only he wears more sweater vests. So it's a good feeling, even though it's still a little awkward.]

Alright! Lead the way!

[She doesn't know if his house's changed in seventy years, after all. Maybe he got a different paint job?]

sh-shut up there is no dere here >_>

[ofhopeandglory]

[Lead the way, she says, and so lead the way Arthur does. After closing the front door behind them both, he leads her back through the house into a decently-sized kitchen, which is looking a great deal more modern and well-lit than it was seventy years ago. There's a book and some paperwork on the table, but he clears those to one side and heads to the counter.]

Feel free to make yourself at home. I imagine it probably looks quite a bit different to how you remember it.

[The kettle that he's currently filling with water while he talks to her is electric, for a start.]