[open] I'm going to smoke you~
Who: Egypt [misriyun ] and England [prud_englaland].
When: Evening, March 1st.
Where: Egypt's bachelor pad.
What: Someone is going to have a smoking good time and it ain't gonna be Turkey.
Rating: PG.
England walked down the halls of the Sanctuary at a slightly leisured pace, though this possibly had more to do with the fact that he kept having second thoughts about his destination rather than actually enjoying the interior decorating of the so-called hospital. His thoughts felt somewhat scattered, nothing new considering how the past few months in this place had been spent, and while he refused to admit out loud that the medication he was forced to take was having an effect privately he could not help but wonder.
Faces sometimes blurred together, events and memories shifted in and out of focus, and England sometimes woke up out of breath, his chest heaving in shallow panting breaths and his senses scattered. Now, on March 1st and having spent the day in relative distress, what with his talk with France and the aimless hours he had spent alone, he had made up his mind to go seek out Egypt of all nations, hoping to speak with him about the day before,
On February 28th, 1922, England had given Egypt his freedom from him. England, the Nation, had released Egypt, the Nation. He needed to speak with Egypt about that, reaffirm the memory, and though he was having his doubts about the intelligence of speaking with the Arab nation he succeeded in reaching the South Wing without turning around once. Upon reaching Egypt's door England steeled himself and hesitated no longer is rapping a brief tattoo on the solid wood of Egypt's door.
When: Evening, March 1st.
Where: Egypt's bachelor pad.
What: Someone is going to have a smoking good time and it ain't gonna be Turkey.
Rating: PG.
England walked down the halls of the Sanctuary at a slightly leisured pace, though this possibly had more to do with the fact that he kept having second thoughts about his destination rather than actually enjoying the interior decorating of the so-called hospital. His thoughts felt somewhat scattered, nothing new considering how the past few months in this place had been spent, and while he refused to admit out loud that the medication he was forced to take was having an effect privately he could not help but wonder.
Faces sometimes blurred together, events and memories shifted in and out of focus, and England sometimes woke up out of breath, his chest heaving in shallow panting breaths and his senses scattered. Now, on March 1st and having spent the day in relative distress, what with his talk with France and the aimless hours he had spent alone, he had made up his mind to go seek out Egypt of all nations, hoping to speak with him about the day before,
On February 28th, 1922, England had given Egypt his freedom from him. England, the Nation, had released Egypt, the Nation. He needed to speak with Egypt about that, reaffirm the memory, and though he was having his doubts about the intelligence of speaking with the Arab nation he succeeded in reaching the South Wing without turning around once. Upon reaching Egypt's door England steeled himself and hesitated no longer is rapping a brief tattoo on the solid wood of Egypt's door.