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

Comments

[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.

[1776ftw]

[Fine! He'll put you down this one time but expect more bear hugs in your future, England. He just stands there grinning.]

You have to meet everyone! They're all pretty awesome. Uhm. Oh! You'll need a towel. Right.

[Scratching his head and trying to figure out how to do this, what did he do before-- OH. Pulling out his wallet and handing you this booklet.]

There. Read that. And come on!

[Obviously he's planning on England reading that while walking. Obviously. Going in the direction of a store now. /o/]

[taxationwithout]

[He just shoves the booklet in his coat pocket and follows behind America.]

Right...[He eyes the falling ducks. thinking a moment.]

It's not like I care if ducks fall on you or not, but...[Stops to think for another moment.]

Actually, never mind. Perhaps a bit of head trauma will finally knock some sense into you.

[1776ftw]

Ducks...? Oh!

[Right right, the rubber ducks. He catches one before it hits him and squeezes it. It roars. A smile and he holds it out to England. It's a rather interesting duck, with a top hat, monocle, and mustache.]

For you. A welcome gift. His name is Billy. Anyway--

[Pushing open the door to a warm little bakery.]

Sit. I'll get you a towel.

[Heading to the counter now.]

[taxationwithout]

[He gives the duck a look, and then stuffs it in the same pocket as the booklet.]

Naming ducks...I'm not sure what I should think about that. Probably means you've lost even more of your senses...[He shuts up when they enter the bakery, and goes off to sit in a cozy little corner.

He then takes to eying all the baked goods from afar.] They do look good, I wonder if I'll be able to have a few...

[1776ftw]

[A few you say? A FEW? America has ordered two of everything and is coming back with a tray full of snacks, and some tea. Setting it on the table, he throws the towel at England before sitting down and taking a cookie.]

[taxationwithout]

[England doesn't seem to notice how much food America's brought, as he's too busy grabbing the nearest scone-like pastry.

Getting stuck in a duck-rain sure makes one hungry.]

[1776ftw]

[Just. So. Happy. To have his friends here. Or at least one friend. So he's nomming and begins to talk in a fast pace.]

So! I've been here for like a month already. I arrived on July 1st. Russia showed up, that stupid commie bastard, but I haven't seen him for a while though. I think he's left. But! I've made friends. There's Not-Japan. His real name is Red but it reminds me too much of communists so I just call him Not-Japan. He's seriously like Kiku's twin, I swear to God. You've gotta meet him.

And then there's Cielo! I think he's Jamaican or something. He's got blue dreadlocks and he's pretty freggin' awesome. He doesn't know a lot about food though.

There are a few others too and-- OH! I have my own house with a spare bedroom, d'you wanna live with me? Though there's other free houses too, you can take the one next door even. Everything's free here.

[taxationwithout]

[He listens attentively, nodding in all the right places. All while stuffing his face with delicious, delicious pastries.]

Sounds like an interesting lot, though I thought you'd gotten over all that communist nonsense a while ago. [Sigh.] I suppose not...At least the lardy bastard isn't causing any problems.

Ah...as for living arrangements, I don't particularly mind where I stay. As long as I've got a roof over my head and a warm bed And access to the kitchen, I'm well off.

[1776ftw]

What d'you mean? The Soviet Union only fell the day before I ended up here. I have the right to still be touchy! Don't know if it's for good yet or not.

[Mmm chocolate cake, nom nom before--] That's available for the taking! But you're not touching my kitchen.

[taxationwithout]

[He nearly chokes, and just. This face forever and ever.] ...The Soviet Union fell nearly twenty years ago, America.

Just don't bother me all the bloody time. I would like some peace and quiet now and again, you know. Your kitchen is now under British control.

[1776ftw]

I don't bother that much-- Wait... What? It's only 1991. [Staring back at you with his own weirded out expression, Arthur.]

[taxationwithout]

It's 2010. I should know. I mean, that blasted apocalypse everyone keeps going on about is just around the corner.