Wrath turned and saw England coming towards the walkway from what was presumably the site of the garden, as the country had dirt on his hands and smelled of the ground
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Belgium had been doing some laundry. She was just grabbing the stacks that she neatly folded and had been taking them to her room and then England's to his. She saw Wrath as she was going upstairs. "Ah, hello. It's nice to finally meet you, Wrath", she said with a curitous bow of the head. "King Bradlely, hm?" she asked, raising a brow. England had told her it would be okay and even then, she could handle herself, but something about him made her a little cautious. She did her best not to be rude, however.
Wrath eyed the laundry basket, filled with what were presumably England's clothes, woman's clothes, and the light-haired woman who was holding the basket. He acknowledged her bow of the head with a nod, returning the courtesy in case England would interpret a lack of deference on his part towards her to be rudeness to him.
"That is right, Miss Belgium," he stated with respect. He noticed she was trying not to be rude--but he sensed that he made her uneasy. At that, he turned his one-eyed gaze on her sharply--specifically trying not to be threatening, but was forceful. "There's no need to be polite. If you fear me, it would be best to say so. I don't have any wish to indulge in farces and facades anymore."
In fact, he was eager to get the patch off his eye, but for now, kept it on.
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"That is right, Miss Belgium," he stated with respect. He noticed she was trying not to be rude--but he sensed that he made her uneasy. At that, he turned his one-eyed gaze on her sharply--specifically trying not to be threatening, but was forceful. "There's no need to be polite. If you fear me, it would be best to say so. I don't have any wish to indulge in farces and facades anymore."
In fact, he was eager to get the patch off his eye, but for now, kept it on.
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