England || 01

[taxationwithout]

Characters: England
Location: The Plaza
Time: Morning
Style: Either
Status: Open!

[England's standing around, holding an umbrella above his head. Not that it helps any, seeing as he's already wet. Of course...it is raining ducks, so it might offer some protection. Maybe.

In any case, he doesn't seem to notice his now drenched clothing. No, he's just

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[inthetubgtfo]

[ Say hello to this charming French accent. ]

There is no way home. You're stuck here. With the rest of us.

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[taxationwithout]

[England wasn't really paying attention, so the only thing he really hears is French accent.]

I should have known it was you, you French bastard. Where on Earth did you manage to get so many of these...

[taxationwithout]

[And he finally turns to look at the guy, only to discover that he is not actually France.]

Oh, erm...pardon me.

[He shifts awkwardly a moment, and then turns back around.

Brb, pretending to be invisible.]

[inthetubgtfo]

[ Forever line-facing at you, bitchass ]

I take you must the embodiment of England. I have had the pleasure of meeting your son, the former Thirteen Colonies in the New World. A pity he didn't inherent your temperament.

[1776ftw]

[HAVE A SUDDEN AMERICA COMING FROM BEHIND AND TACKLE HUGGING YOU, ARTHUR.]

ARRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE~

[taxationwithout]

[OH GOD BEING TACKLED]

Unhand me! I--[Oh...it's just America.

Sigh.]

What's gotten you worked up now? You didn't go off and watch one of those horror movies, did you? I thought you would have learned by now.

[1776ftw]

[JUST SO HAPPY HERE. OH MY GOD.]

You're here! I can't believe you're here! You're here and I'm not alone and now people will believe me when I say I'm America and ohmygod you're here!

[Squeezing the life outta you now, England.]

[taxationwithout]

[T-trying to wiggle his way out, but...yea, he's giving up on that one. Why so strong, America?]

You should consider laying off the coffee, America. It's...[Oh god his ribs] It's starting to...Oh just put me down already.

[unbid]

[The Cheshire cat comes knocking, of course. In this case, he simply sidles up under England's umbrella, ears twitching and a Cheshire grin plastered all over his face.]

Might you have enough room for two, good sir?

[taxationwithout]

[Just staring at his ears.]

Oh, yes. I've got plenty of room. Wouldn't want to end up getting bruised by those...Rubber ducks.

I'm dreaming, aren't I.

[unbid]

[Meow?

And he's just. Amused.]

Well, since you're dreaming anyway, why don't you give me a good ear rub while you're at it? I haven't had one of those in a while, and I do miss having them.

[taxationwithout]

[Staring a bit more.]

Right. Couldn't hurt I suppose. My dreams have stopped making any bloody sense, it seems. Marvelous.

[And he reaches down, giving Cheshire a good ear rub.

What is his life.]

[shibuya_rave]

[He's fairly new himself; that's his excuse for walking over and tapping the man's shoulder, hiding his lower face in his collar awkwardly.]

Everything's free here; there's a cafe over there were you can get a towel...get out of the ducks. [A vague upward twitch of the lips.]

[taxationwithout]

[He turns to the boy and nods absently. He's still not sure what to make of the ducks, but a fee cafe does sound nice....and duck free.] These blasted things are a bother.

...Don't you have an umbrella?

[shibuya_rave]

[An umbrella..? He's not sure what to make of that.] No. Why? [He's giving the man a patient look, trying to understand his rather...odd behavior. He reminded him a bit of that one business man addicted to Reaper Cr-]

[Okay, not going there.]

[taxationwithout]

Well in a duck storm, it's always good to have proper protection. So an umbrella should do nicely, I would think.

Here, you can use mine for the time being. [He shoves his umbrella at Neku...and promptly gets hit in the head with a duck.]

[lackinglady]

[Walking by is a certain blond Lieutenant holding an umbrella and eyeing the falling ducks with deep suspicion.]

They just don't seem...safe...

[She then sees England right as a duck falls on his head and rushes over to help him]

A-are you okay?

[taxationwithout]

Oh, bloody--[He rubs at his head, grumbling a moment.

Until he realizes someone else is there.]

Yes, of course. I'm right...right as raining ducks.

[lackinglady]

I'm sorry...here. [She holds her umbrella out to get England under it to] This might help. These ducks have been targeting innocent citizens for the past week.

[taxationwithout]

Oh no, I couldn't possibly take your umbrella. I've got my own somewhere around here. [And he starts digging through his pockets. Where was that thing.]

...Targeting innocent citizens, you say?