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[seniorfilia]

[Good mo~rning, Mayfield! It's another beautiful day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and a certain new arrival was very confused when he woke up in the most comfortable bed he'd ever never seen before.

Creeping downstairs, France examines his surroundings but pretty much everything looks foreign to him, even the floor. Eventually, he

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[is_an_island]

Ah... That scream was familiar... but it must have been the scream of my little ghosty friends, really, not anybody I know or knew or had ever known.

[NOT LOWERING THE NEWSPAPER but still just sitting in the chair. Total denial? Check.]

[seniorfilia]

[FINALLY NOTICES ENGLAND and staring at him. Dear Lord, he thought poor England was the only one with eyebrows like that.] ... Monsieur Kidnapper?

[is_an_island]

I'm not a kidnapper, you daft idiot.

[Not lowering the newspaper what he can't see does not exist what he can't see does not exist.]

[seniorfilia]

Désolé, you are the most obvious suspect. [Tugging on the newspaper pay attention to me.]

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[is_an_island]

No, you're the burglar here, you little prat!

[Flinging down the newspaper in rage!! and]

[is_an_island]

...

[is_an_island]

Ah... So this is a dream...

[seniorfilia]

I already tried pinching myself. Now, who are you and where is this?

[is_an_island]

No, it must be a dream because you're tiny. Small.

Minuscule.

[seniorfilia]

I am not!

[is_an_island]

Do you even reach my waist?

You don't even reach my waist.

[seniorfilia]

Of course I reach your waist and in any case my height is hardly important right now!

[is_an_island]

You're incredibly small. What, you can't even be 1000 yet, I don't think.

This is a strange dream, but perhaps it's telling me how much better I am than you.

[seniorfilia]

[Kicks England's shin.] I'm over 1100.

[is_an_island]

Don't kick me, you unreal brat!

You're young and that's all there is to it.

[seniorfilia]

Of course I'm real, you kidnapped me!