scone 9; bedridden

[sconetastic]

Been shot.

Bruised and cut.

Assaulted by little children.

Wasn't the best week ever.

[ooc; rather belated! but england is currently bedridden after the the disaster that ended on tuesday! he's tackled by little ones, shot and then knocked out after brawling with france to take korea back.

he's wondering why he bothers anymore.]

Comments

[automailmaker]

Shot?

[sconetastic]

Yeah. Wasn't really pleasant.

[automailmaker]

Who did it?

[sconetastic]

America.

[prettyharbor]

Are you alright England?

[sconetastic]

Sort of.

I don't know, my head is killing me even now. I have this gruesome lump on the back of my head.

he winces.

[prettyharbor]

E-England...?

[sconetastic]

Ugh-- yes?

[p_p_p_pasta]

Hey! Hey! England!

Do you need an ambulance? Ve.

[sconetastic]

I managed somehow.

But thank you anyway, Italy.

[p_p_p_pasta]

All right.

Hey, hey.

Did you eat your own cooking again? Are you sick?

[sconetastic]

No.

Just because I am bedridden doesn't mean I am incapable of flying over there and knocking your face into a bloody stove.

[exportsdespair]

Ah. It sounds as if you have seen better days.

[sconetastic]

I would have to say so.

[exportsdespair]

I was fortunate enough to not be affected.

[sconetastic]

I hope didn't do something as foolish as to shoot someone.

[itsnotzura]

Damnit! I always knew little children were not to be trusted with firearms!

[automailmaker]

That would be the little bit of your common sense speaking.

[itsnotzura]

Who?

[automailmaker]

What do you mean, "who" ?!