muse wants to be left alone and may be jealous of another, but alas...

[knackered]

Give it a bloody rest, would you?!

Now that you've given your Head Yank all this attention I can't even hear myself think. I'll admit, taking a holiday has been relaxing to say the least, but I've--well I've begun to realise the holiday came at a hideous cost.

He's not even that amusing, fuck's sake. Not that I'd expect any less, seeing as you're one of HIS, but honest to God I was beginning to think you had some semblance of taste...

--Oh. Right. Seeing as I still am and will always be a gentleman... I'd at least like to wish you a happy birthday.

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[hoasen]

Goodness, I am so sorry. It is one thing to have him visit, but to endure him constantly because he shares the same headspace...

How are you managing it? Meditation?

[knackered]

... I-- [looks off to the side and huffs] I'm handling it very well, thanks.

By sleeping.

[...]

Constantly.

[hoasen]

[ . . . ]

Sleeping constantly.

[She raises her eyebrow.]

He doesn't even try to wake you up to watch him play video games?

[AMAZING.]

[knackered]

No, oddly enough. He's too busy involving himself in other things, thank God, so I've had time to myself. I've been very absent from existence and I've got to say, it's not all that bad.

[hoasen]

Oh? That's rather decent of him, perhaps by giving you all this space, it is a way to show...ah, how to say...that he's "sorry for party rocking".

It would be sad for you to disappear entirely though. Even if you are a fan of isolation.

[blackmagus]

Darling, if there's anything I've learned, it's that insulting one's mun is an exercise in futility.

[knackered]

Hullo love. [rosy-cheeked at the familiar greeting, but that's usual of him] Yes, yes I know, but it does help me feel so much better.

[blackmagus]

Mmn, I suppose that's something. [She smiles.]

You may have to return fire, so to speak. Make more room for yourself again. Compete.

[knackered]

I don't want to compete with that big-headed oaf. Not that I wouldn't win of course, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of engaging him! He loves the attention.

If that wasn't bad enough, the idiot's just had his birthday celebra--[clasps a hand over his mouth and turns away because he just threw up blood]

Nnnghh...

[blackmagus]

[Oh dear. She reaches up to rub his shoulder lightly.]

Well, don't worry. You haven't been forgotten. ...are you all right?

[londinium]

[Standing in a far corner by the shadows and scowling, arms crossed.]

Why are you speaking to it?

[He doesn't have to be polite, the mun already knows he's a bastard. Besides. She kept England away....]

[knackered]

She's not an IT, Jack, she's a she. Don't be rude.

[Won't stop him from calling you on it. By which he means he missed you.]

[londinium]

[Shrugs and tries desperately hard not to come any closer even though he really wants to check you over. Only because your heath and mood affects his own, of course.]

[knackered]

Get over here, your tension's making my joints ache!!

[notremignonette]

Um... sir? [Is that the right thing to call your country? She hopes so!] Are you sure it's a good idea to insult your mun?

[knackered]

[smiles! Seras you're too cute...] You don't have to call me sir, you know. Ah, she's quite used to it, and I've survived a great deal worse. Anything she may threaten me with won't cause me to tremble, I can promise you that.

[notremignonette]

[Rubs the back of her neck sheepishly.]

Ah, of course sir- um, Mr. England.

[ladybedlam]

Arthur, for fuck's sake, calm down.

Have some tea. I will prepare it if necessary.

[knackered]

You calm down! I'm calm, I'm simply... mildly perturbed that's all.

[ladybedlam]

...

[The line face. The consternation. The judging. Oh yes, you have earned them this moment, Arthur.]

[knackered]

Oh piss off, Alice. You don't have to live with her, or HIM.

[hardworking]

Perhaps you should take a moment to calm down.

[knackered]

Perhaps you should mind your own bloody busine--

. . .

Hello Ludwig.

[ 8|; ]

[hardworking]

[ he cares about u arthur, that makes u his business ]

Hello.

[ cough ]

Other than that, I am glad to see you are well.

[knackered]

[STOP BEING RATIONAL 8( it makes him flustered...!]

Oh. Thank you. Of course I am! Hah! As if a rubbish summer would be enough to have me feeling unwell. [said the guy who spent a week coughing up blood after suffering the indignity of falling out of the World Cup so early on.]