video; PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

[spiffingtea]

[The Feed switches on and there stands England, behind a counter. He's wearing an apron. Oh yeah. Ignore the black eye.]

Now, Ladies and Gentleman. Upon arriving in Fortuna and coming across many different varieties of people. However, the one thing I have noticed is that there is a considerable lack in knowledge of tea -- it's simply appalling how

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[libertyfuckyeah]

[ The camera is smeared with mud and he is somewhere, god knows where, out in the rain. Shirtless. Barefoot. Twigs and leaves are stuck in his hair. He looks as happy as can be. ...And possibly a little stoned. ]

But I like it this way! Dirt under my feet, drops of water on my skin like gifts from the sky. I feel like, at one with nature.

Life is beautiful.

Everything is beautiful.

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[spiffingtea]

.... [England doesn't even need to interrogate to know what he's doing.]

... Oh, bloody hell. What have I done.

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[libertyfuckyeah]

[ He just flops down in the mud giggling to himself. To be fair, he'd be doing this normally too, just not a sluggishly. ]

You should try it! Lighten up a bit.

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[spiffingtea]

Don't make me come out there and drag you back in by the ear. You're filthy.

[Then again, good job he's too stoned to notice the black eye.]

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[libertyfuckyeah]

[ He'll notice eventually. Right now his focus is more on his immediate surroundings. ]

Nah, bro. Listen. It ain't the same here, even with the chip out. You just don't feel connected to the land 'cause it ain't yours. Ain't our world. Feels weird, right? But this helps. It's getting me close to feeling somewhere, even if the land is sick and hurt, there's still life.

And that's something. And it feels good, man. As Gamzee would say, motherfuckin' miracles, bro.

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[spiffingtea]

[England's expression falters.

Oh.

He misses home. He's homesick. It's kind of clouded by his hippy!ramblings, but he's homesick.

England pauses for a moment.]

... I'll have the bath hot and ready for you for when you come home.

[England could not sound anymore motherly right now even if he tried]

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[libertyfuckyeah]

[ For once, America doesn't resist the mothering. Too busy rolling in mud. ]

Alright! Perfect day!

[spiffingtea]

[America, you just made England a very happy mother nation.]

[libertyfuckyeah]

Which way's home again?

[spiffingtea]

[...

England facepalms.]

Bloody idiot. I'll be right out.

[The feed shuts off.]

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ HERE I'LL GIVE YOU A TAG WHILE MY FRIENDS ARE PUSHING ME OUT THE DOOR. America doesn't notice the feed shuts off, merely lying there staring at the cloudy sky, blinking every time some water drips off his glasses and into his eye.

He's really not even that far from the house. He's like in a field by the barn. Somewhere over there. England will know it by the flattened trail of grass and the increasing abundance of puddles. ]

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[spiffingtea]

[It doesn't take long for England to find him. When he approaches the American, he stands over him and tuts loudly. He reaches down and grabs the other by the arm and starts pulling up to his feet.]

You're filthy. Come on.

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[libertyfuckyeah]

[ America slides in the mud, not unbalanced, but just unwilling to really move. ]

What's the rush?

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[spiffingtea]

The fact you could bloody catch something out here?

[He begins to drag the other off, actually having to do his damned best not to slip and fall himself.]

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[libertyfuckyeah]

But I haven't been chasing anything!

[ Enjoy the mud, England. America at least follows England, but drags his feet and takes his time, occasionally stopping to smell a flower or brush his hand over the tall, wet grass. ]

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[spiffingtea]

[Yeah, and he does it one time too many. The next time America halts the pace of their walk to inspect nature England wobbles dangerously, and since they're both soaking through by this time his grip on America's arm doesn't stay, and he slips. It's like something from a comedy moment, where England spends a few moments flailing frantically in mid air before physics betrays him and he goes flying forward, landing face firs in the mood, with nothing bu a pitying squelch to accompany that.

England just lays there, mumbling to himself.]