shrugs. . .

[aristocracia]

Very well, if you insist; I have no means to stop you in this foolishness. I shall of course obey your commands without question.

Now, please, I find that I am thirsty; if you would be so kind as to make me a coffee? I shall wait here for you to bring it to me. A slice of cake as well, if you would.

( … … just who is obeying whose commands here? )

Comments

[ladybritannia]

You have an odd way of obeying orders.

[aristocracia]

In which way are you implying that it is strange?

[ladybritannia]

Most men don't start making demands when they're waiting for commands.

[aristocracia]

I shall take that into consideration. ( he will not. )

[ladybritannia]

[Snorts.]

You wouldn't happen to be one of Germania's brood, would you?

[aristocracia]

( hmph. ) I flatter myself to think that I've risen above such beginnings. ( because uh have you seen those assholes )

[ladybritannia]

[Sorry Austria, you get a backslap for that. She's seen the parents of those assholes. She knows all.]

Thought so. Better than being from Rome's lot though.

[aristocracia]

( he stumbles forward and shoots her a look of supreme offence that is difficult to match, unless you were to drop a cat into a bath. ) And who might you be, madam?

[ladybritannia]

[What, the eyebrows didn't give her away?

Unphased, her boys give her similar looks at bedtime.]

Britannia. I've heard you're acquainted with my sons.

[aristocracia]

Ah. ( rather than impressed, he looks more like she's just admitted to having some sort of terrible disfigurement. )

I apologise.

[ladybritannia]

[Raises one of those mighty brows.]

Whatever for?

[aristocracia]

( smoothly, graciously, politely: he is, after all, an aristocrat. ) It could not have been an easy task, playing a part in the creation of such diverse nations, and in such small quarters. Heaven knows that Britain has often seemed far too close from my own, more distant, home. Any failings in England's character cannot, of course, be blamed on you. ( ehhhhhh he's not so sure about that one but he is much too polite to put that out there. )

[ladybritannia]

[She narrowed her eyes.]

You'll not be insulting my baby boy now, lad.

[aristocracia]

I would not dream of it. ( he bows; a sort of incline of his head; by all appearances completely sincere.

he totally dreams of it

he does it to england's face )

[ladybritannia]

Don't know about your place, but in mind that's code for you do it in waking.

[aristocracia]

That doesn't surprise me.

[ladybritannia]

Hmph. You're his descendant alright.

[aristocracia]

I beg your pardon?

[ladybritannia]

Did I stutter, lad?

[aristocracia]

Perhaps I did not understand you, but I believe you just implied I was a barbarian fool.

[ladybritannia]

Perhaps you've been told that before, if that's what you're reading from my words.

[aristocracia]

Only by those who think of themselves as "gentlemen" despite their own uncivilised leanings.

[ladybritannia]

Bah, no gentlemen here. And I'm no 'lady.'

[aristocracia]

I beg your pardon. ( more "i wouldn't dream of arguing, however, i disagree" than anything else. )