on being accepted into AX:

[knackered]

And here I'd thought you'd run out of ways to try to make me miserable.

I can admit, I was shamefully wrong--if unsurprised--and I will not bend to your insufferable whims.







[he is not of the modern but the 1898 variety. the turn of the century, and just after he's read War of the Worlds.]

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[irishman]

[ CHINHANDS AT YOU.

WITH A CHEEKY GRIN, TO BOOT. ]

Shoe's finally on the other foot, eh?

Makes me glad most places won't take me for a change.

[ yet, anyway - with all this talk from their canon's author about the british/irish isles these days, it's only a matter of time... ]

[knackered]

Laugh it up while you can. Go on, be amused. You'll only be making yourself look like an ass.

[irishman]

[ at that, ireland shrugs. ]

Don't exactly have the greatest rap to begin with anyway, now, do I? [ granted, it's... better now than it was in england's time, but the negatives still linger all the same. ] Might as well embrace it.

Besides, teasin' you every now and then is my brotherly duty.

[ IT'S HOW HE SHOWS HIS LOVE. no, really. because being upfront about your feelings is hard. ]

[knackered]

You're being terribly nice to me today. [no sarcasm. he's actually just suspicious. he crosses his arms over his chest and fixes Ireland with a very typical stare.]

You lot, you and Scotland and Wales, wouldn't know brotherly duty if it bit you in the ass.

[irishman]

[ in truth, his relationship with his brother is simply… better now than it was for much of their youth — but the idea that this england may in fact be from another time altogether never even crosses ireland's mind. yes, there is certainly that silly victorian get up of his — but for all he knows, england could just be feeling nostalgic (a sentiment that ireland, of course, does not share in the slightest).

granted, ireland is the last one who should be criticizing anyone for having an outdated wardrobe, but that's beside the point. ]

And I suppose you do? [ LOLOLOL. ireland chuckles. ] Go on, then. I'm listening.

[knackered]

Yes, I do! [and he's about to rattle off a list of things one's family should do for each other but he knows so well that he is a massive fucking hypocrite.] ... Far more than you and Scotland. [safe answer. England is a slippery bastard.]

[It's not even occurring to England that Ireland is from the future, but he's noticing that his brother is looking different. He just decides it's got to be a trick or magic because that's a trademark of their family.]

[irishman]

Is that right?

[ citation needed ]

Do tell. [ nice try, brother, but you're not weaseling your way out of this one. ireland's onto you 8| ] I'm sure it will do our relationship wonders.

[ of course, england, admittedly, had to have picked up at least some of his… social skills or lack thereof from none other than scotland and ireland themselves… but neither ireland nor scotland would ever acknowledge that. ]

[knackered]

Hah! Hahahaha! And enter some idiotic argument? I won't be taking that bait. No matter what I say, you wouldn't listen. What point is there? None!! I'd rather kiss the Tsar of Russia than debase myself by spinning words unheard. [he huffs]

[irishman]

[ ireland raises an eyebrow, concerned not only for his brother's idea of an insult but also for his sanity. the last time he checked, the crown has been abolished in russia since 1917 — not to mention the tsar himself has been dead for just as long. ]

Quit acting the maggot, will ya? Russia's not had a Tsar for almost a century. [ though some would argue that russia's current boss might as well be one. ] You know that.

[knackered]

... [He squints at Ireland.]

No. What the hell are you on about? Who else would be Ivan's boss but the Tsar?

[irishman]

[ SQUINTS RIGHT BACK @ U ]

Oh, I don't know. Aliens. [ he sighs. either this is a prank gone too far or he's going to need to check england's temperature. DON'T UNDERESTIMATE HIM he will do it depending on how england answers. ]

The president and the Prime Minister, you eejit. You know, kind of like what France's got.

this tag hurt me to write for so many reasons

[knackered]

[England snorts.] Have you hit your head? Are you drunk? Russia hasn't got a president! He's had the Romanovs for centuries, unless he has a revolution I doubt that'll change any time soon. [he shakes his head]

If you wanted to argue pointlessly you could've at least had it make sense.

EXCUSE YOU. WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT.

[irishman]

[ ireland gapes in astonishment. ]

You mean you don't remember the Tsar asking y… [ he pauses before correcting himself: ] our boss to grant his family asylum?

[ "our." using the pronoun makes him wince, but "your" would be inaccurate for that particular period of his life, no matter how much he wants to use it (or how much it might confuse england). ]

[notremignonette]

It can't be that bad, can it?

Either way I bet you'll do splendidly, sir!

[knackered]

It can, I'm afraid, and it is.

[notremignonette]

Not too much for you to handle though.

[Optimism, thy name is Seras.]