dear_mun | Because clearly it's appropriate.

[Squee!]

It's kinda true though. Even where I'm from. My first female doctor, not a nurse! A doctor with a Phd and everything, was named Elizabeth too.

[Just going to lean on him, all comfy like. Moar cuddles plz.]

Women become Doctors too now? [Smile for that.]

[Nuzzles and cuddles all around..though he's mindful of her hair.]

Yup! Some people prefer them over male ones sometimes...mostly other women and children, but still! They're pretty awesome.

[Contentment, thy name is Elizabeth.]

I can imagine. [Shudder her court physicians sometimes, honestly.] The New World seems to be such a diverse place.

People of all types came to me and Mattie...Canada. The poor and huddled masses yearning to be free! Not that it didn't take a while to get along, and heck, some people still don't wanna get along. [Some nations still don't want to get along, but he's not going to worry her with that.]

Well, that hasn't changed. Vulnerable masses can be such a headache, can't they? [Idle laugh for that and more nuzzling.]

[Bess, you were the nicest mom/big sister ever. Cuddlecuddle.]

Dunno what it is about people in large groups.

We do a pretty good job though, right?

[And you're her favourite bitty. <3 Always. All of her pride and joy.]

I like to think we do. But then I'm not accustomed to accepting failure either.

You and England both. [He huffs softly.] Should I be worried about you over reacting to the weather being beyond your control like I do with him?

He may of gotten that off me, I'm sorry about that. We became rather arrogant together, or just complimented each other in it, either way... [... No, she never over-reacts to anything what are you talking about --] Only when it ruins my banquets. It's so inconsiderate when it does that. [Pout that she hid against his shoulder.]

Or you got that from him? [He laughs and kisses her temple.] Oh, trust me. I can understand. If it weren't for my left knee swelling up, I'd never get a clue about the weather.

One or the other, but then, my father was the most arrogant man you've ever met, and Arthur certainly never had anything do with that. [Just going to get all comfy on his side.] I like when it rains though, but perhaps I am too English.

Your old man is a whole can of worms I don't wanna open right this second, but I agree. [More than happy to oblige her.] Mm, I enjoy a light rain. One of those ones where the sun breaks through the clouds just as it drizzles out, and then you can go eat in the garden.

Yes I find people... don't like speaking of him to me. Sometimes I think they're afraid to say something I have no already thought myself about him. [Snort. It wasn't their mother that got killed after all. But who cares right now.] Those are nice. I like the moment after it's storms heavily, and lifts just as the sun sets, the world turns gold, for awhile at least.

I feel safe in saying that you are the most awesome thing he contributed to England. The rest is more general regard for your feelings for your mom than anything you may feel about him.

Mm. I'm the type who has to go outdoors though. It's nice to get a good rain during planting season, just after everything as taken root, and all the plants look like grown so much.

I guess there's that... as well as I'd slap anyone that spoke badly of him to me. That's my right, no one else gets to criticize my family on a personal level. [Arrogant little huff. Temper, temper, Elizabeth.]

You're such a farmer, it's rather endearing. [Another kiss to his cheek for that.]

Mm. It's kept me fed. And ask any other nation, I'd say food is my favorite thing. England openly complains about it.

[Hmm...Ah! What's this behind her ear? Candy! What else?] Here, chocolate, from the lands to the south of me.

[Maaaagic.]

Nothing wrong with good food. He ought not to complain, he used to sit down to seven course banquets.

[Her favourite kind of magic! Magic that brings sweet things! But she's just looking at it curiously. Never seen that before.] ... Does it taste nice~?

Heh, yeah, but he could clean his plate every course? [That's not something you should proud of AL!]

This is mixed with milk, so it's sweet and smooth.

No I guess he couldn't. [Neither could she. Other important lesson from her father: diabetes is not fun.] You should come to dinner one night. I think you'd enjoy it.

[She gets all giddy then, little girl at Christmas kind of giddy as she unwraps it to try it. Then when she does, and she likes it a lot, she beams at him.] Thank you very much Alfred.

[He rubs his cheek against hers with another hum.] No prob.

[Have slightly sticky kiss on the cheek. Then just going to lick her lips, because they're still sweet.] You're much too nice to me. I've been doing a bit of reading in my lady mun's brain, and talking to the others...

... are you supposed to be so friendly to me?

Wanna give me some specifics? I mean, I got chewed out the last time I had conversation about my feelings, it turned into a screaming match because neither of us could get the point across. So I'm a little loathe to assume right now.

[Frown, she didn't like the sound of that.] ... Well it... I read about what happened when you separated from England. [Sob. Her baby growing up and leaving her.] And that it was not so kind on either of your behalf. [Sheepish look.] It's after my time, so perhaps it's not really my business.

[No screaming, have a nuzzle to show she's not angry at all.]

Eh...I think me and Iggy can agree that it would have happened eventually. Maybe under some more reasonable leaders at the time, it could have been held off a little longer. [He hums softly and nuzzle her.] But nope! It was a bunch of fat, greedy old men who were kind of starving everyone. I just had some equally bossy guys and the realization of "I bet I could make it cost more to keep me than to let me go!"

And so, we have one angry young man, that's me, one very cranky and already damaged older man added into the mix with that...to say that there was a grudge is to say that the ocean is damp. [Have a hug and a forehead kiss. He's fine.] It's something that I wanna say I've forgiven Arthur for, and I think he's trying to be proud of me.

Anyway, that ain't your fault. You're not at fault for that, and England are always trying...sometimes failing but still trying! to work together. So I admire and love you, your majesty.

Now if you were George III, no love at all there.

Because clearly it's appropriate.

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