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[ladybritannia]

Shouldn't you figure out your headcanon for me before you start posting around, mun?

Still, I wouldn't mind seeing the boys again.

As long as you keep that idiot off my island.

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[ladybedlam]

[W E L P...]

...

Ah...

[Crap. She's waffling this up. Shit. But how else are you going to respond to somebody whom you haven't seen for so long?]

[Especially when it was her...]

[She's just going to bite the bullet, thank you Rudyard Kipling.]

Hello mama...

Bringing him out just for you

[motherofciv]

It will do you no good when they have already started.

[ladybritannia]

[Don't mind if it takes her a moment to recognize you, Alice. Though England gets a smile when Britannia does.]

Alice. You've gotten so much bigger. Come closer, let me get a look at you.

Ooo

[ladybritannia]

So my son tells me. I might like these muns, if they weren't bothering me and mine.

[ladybedlam]

[It was like in a moment she lost all the decorum and self-importance and became a little girl again. She was... uncertain... and shy. A part of her was happy, because she was gone, and perhaps a little upset. But why lament that now?]

[She was still Mama Britania.]

Y-Yes mama.

[She followed obediently and quietly. A soft smile on her flushing face.]

It has been far too long.

[ladybritannia]

[Britannia reached out and drew her close in a tight hug, burying her nose in Alice's hair.]

Far, far too long. Are you doing well? Still showing your brothers they can't walk all over you?

[ladybedlam]

[Britannia talking about her brothers. Ahaha. The days when Alice would run up with bruises and welts and tufts of her own pulled hair.]

[This was going back...]

Yes, mama. [She thinks of everything since. How could she sum them all up in a few sentences?]

I tried to follow your example, as best I can.

[Yes, there.]

:3

[motherofciv]

Would it be of comfort for you to know that at least they are not actively attempting to kill us?

[Not that he can actually die....]

[mumland]

[ .....okay, world cup or no, he's fairly certain there was not enough alcohol last night for this to be his fault ]

...Mother?

[ladybritannia]

My little England.

[Admits it, still has a soft spot for her youngest.]

Come give your mother a hug.

[That's an order.]

[mumland]

Is it really you mōdor? [ his memories of her are dim and fragmented, and he edges shyly towards her, not entirely certain of his welcome ]

[ladybritannia]

It's me.

[She sweeps him into her arms.]

Have you missed me?

[mumland]

[ Her arms are warm and familiar, and he buries his head in her shoulder - when did she become small enough for him to do this, or is it him who has grown? - He will deny forever that his voice is thick with tears ]

I missed you ma.I did my best to make you proud.

[ladybritannia]

[She raised tough children. Would have liked it if they didn't beat up on each other so much, but is glad they did it well if they were going to do it.]

Good girl.

[Have an extra tight hug.]

[ladybritannia]

Ha! I'd like to see them try!

[ladybritannia]

[She's proud of how much he's grown, and hopes that's clear in her voice and the tightness of her hug.]

The proudest.

[mumland]

[ Ah, he's missed this - he can barely remember her, far too young when she went, most of his early memories are of Rome and his siblings - for what time he has, he memorizes this feeling of safety ]

Are you happy, mōdor? Where ever you are?

[motherofciv]

It would certainly be amusing. Though I would not challenge them outright. It would be bad luck.

[ladybedlam]

Ah... mama...

[This was hard. She didn't want to seem like she was being inconsiderate, but she was curious and she had her pride too. It had been quite a while, after all.]

Where were you?

[ladybritannia]

[Her only real regret, but it was time for her to go, so she had to go.]

It's not home, but it's pleasant enough. Of course, that idiot's there, but I'll admit that he's always good for some entertainment.

[ladybritannia]

I think spending eternity with Rome around is already bad enough.

[motherofciv]

Try spending it with an Assyrian or Persian.

[ladybritannia]

I think you know.

[After all, the time of the Britannia Provence came to an end.]

[ladybritannia]

Ha! No thank you. I've heard enough about them.

[motherofciv]

So you see that a roman and an overly-imaginative person are far better.