[Voice/Accidental Video] 06
[The audio clicks on and England's voice is heard, crackling over the microphone, and the whisping rustle of paper in hand.]
Tell me, tell me, because I am sincerely curious, what sort of madhouse makes up stories that truly must be too outrageous to ever be believable!
[An exhalation, faint grumbling, and the sound of paper again.]
...I mean honestly! These words, they're...they're too preposterous to believe! These letters? What are they supposed to achieve? Why are these people writing to us? What does it really mean?!
As if any of it could be true, we would first have to accept these people and oh, it is that there! Why would any of us do such a thing.
Even if we wanted too...
[The sound of England fiddling with the controls and a moment later the audio shuts off, only for a video feed to pop on a moment later. It is clearly something he didn't intend as his expression looks too haggard to imagine he wanted anyone to see him in such a state, his cheeks slightly pink with private embarrassment. There is a letter in his hand, his eyes scanning it, rereading it over and over again. He brings a hand to his face, rubbing at his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, touching his fingers to his lips as he reads the letter, in its entirely, all over again.]
Tell me, tell me, because I am sincerely curious, what sort of madhouse makes up stories that truly must be too outrageous to ever be believable!
[An exhalation, faint grumbling, and the sound of paper again.]
...I mean honestly! These words, they're...they're too preposterous to believe! These letters? What are they supposed to achieve? Why are these people writing to us? What does it really mean?!
As if any of it could be true, we would first have to accept these people and oh, it is that there! Why would any of us do such a thing.
Even if we wanted too...
[The sound of England fiddling with the controls and a moment later the audio shuts off, only for a video feed to pop on a moment later. It is clearly something he didn't intend as his expression looks too haggard to imagine he wanted anyone to see him in such a state, his cheeks slightly pink with private embarrassment. There is a letter in his hand, his eyes scanning it, rereading it over and over again. He brings a hand to his face, rubbing at his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, touching his fingers to his lips as he reads the letter, in its entirely, all over again.]