England's Speech

[godsavesarcasm]

I'm supremely glad you didn't insist on the grand production that you wanted earlier. A speech reminiscent of King George VI's 1939 address. Really? So ambitious. As if you'd be able to replicate something as great as that.

[A sigh and England looks tired, but he tries not to give into it. He'a always tired nowadays.]



So, dear girl, what are we to do now? What are you doing? Has being around us bitter old men gotten to you that it had to end up this way? Sad and stressed? Feeling like you're unable to do anything right? Well, all I can say is I've been here with you and I've been where you are. Not to try and sound like that awfully optimistic idiot, but it'll get better. Eventually. You'll have to rake yourself through fire and brimstone first before it gets better but it will and the Devil would like to say he likes those last few words there very much. Not that it's essential to this conversation.

Don't feel sorry for yourself. It's not good for you. I understand you care about a whole host of things and you've made so many mistakes in the past few days, but perhaps now is the time to let go and rest, relax. Focus on yourself, on things that are happier and less complicated. We'll all be fine here, though as you know, a pall of gloom and sadness has fallen over the head space, but then of course we'll persevere. We'll live.

And as for her, well. Perhaps time will heal wounds. Hopefully they will. If talk seems impossible (as most serious talks are), then put it off for another day. Talk when it doesn't hurt as much, when minds are clearer. You've done the mistake of talking when you're ill-prepared for it and it just ended up hurting everyone involved. Sometimes tackling a problem head on isn't the best solution. Take heed of this lesson and try to learn it. It wouldn't hurt to wait and she has said she still wants to be your friend. Perhaps it would be best to trust her and wait. It won't guarantee that you won't get hurt, but then who says you won't get hurt in other ways?

Frightfully optimistic, I know. This is what you get for making me do this.

Stop being bloody depressed. You've got a job starting in two days. You've got that silly prom thing in that confounded place, though I understand things have been high on craziness because of it. You'll be taking a break from it all in a few days. Hold on. Read a book. Watch a film. Blind yourself with the all-American handsomeness of Mr. Rogers in that one you love so much. Just something. Get more sleep. Talk to people face to face instead of through a machine. Eat well and deliciously. I'll even make you fish n' chips if it'll make you stop bloody moping over everything. Christ, child. You'll do well to be happier when you don't have to be so bloody upset.

[Another sigh.]

Go now, poppet. You'll be all right.

Comments

[changedbywar]

[Tugs on England's sleeve till she has his attention...and then opens her arms to offer a hug.]

[godsavesarcasm]

[Frowns a little at the offer of a hug.] I'm fine. [But fine, he leans into it a little.]

[changedbywar]

Yeah, but I think there's times you need to take your own advice. [Peppy smile and she stands on tiptoe to hug his neck and kiss his cheek.]

She's got you and boy me and all the rest. And me and my money honey! She'll make it!

[godsavesarcasm]

[Obviously that makes him flush a little and he sighs again.] It's much easier to dole out advice, you know?

...Money honey? [He's almost afraid to ask.]

[changedbywar]

Yep. But still, I like it when the old man shows me his sugar side. [Settles down so that she's still got her hands resting on his shoulder.]

Uh-huh! My nickname for my mun. Money Honey~

[godsavesarcasm]

Sugar side. [Of course he still has the energy to frown at her words.] You can't just say sweet? That is if I'm understanding you correctly. [He shakes his head.]

I see.

[changedbywar]

Oh, but I had said sweet you have really frowned and been all like "I'm just a gentleman..." Using sugar and spice instead of sweet and sour all sounds sexier! [Bounces a little and gives him a snuggle.] Sweet men are still sexy, don't get me wrong!

1 / IDEK ; apologies in advance.

[beautifulbaguette]

...Your mun does not sound very happy, Angleterre...

[For once, he will try to make nice. For once. For your mun's sake.]

Perhaps this will help?

[He pulls out.. something special.]

2 / ?

[starspangledheart]

Er..... ma'am...? Is there some way I can.. be of service..?

3 / ? oh my god my internet keeps dying sorry

[beautifulbaguette]

Oui, my little American. Service Angleterre's mun. [OBSCENE EYEBROW WAGGLING.]

4 / 5 i think

[starspangledheart]

[aksdfdsfkasjfdsfsdflkjf] I-I didn't mean--! No! F-France... [Oh my god why is he stuck here in this headspace.]

DONE omg

[beautifulbaguette]

Ah..... Well, I assume this is the Mr. Rogers you spoke of, Arthur? If not, there is always the old man in the ugly sweaters... [Sounds vaguely familiar, non?]

1/2 LOL

[cimberelly]

STEEEEEEEEEEVE!!!!

[Here is the Mun making a beeline for the Captain, but--!]

GACK!

2/4 It's totally awesome. :D

[godsavesarcasm]

[--She's held back and tossed back to whence she came.]

Have you no restraint nor respect?! Stay back and don't come out again to scare our guests away!

[He glares at his Mundane.]

[edes_virag]

Goodness, England. You could write an entire anthology on your lovely thoughts. Perhaps that's why so may find you so insightful, hm?

[godsavesarcasm]

Erm, thank you, Hungary. I wouldn't know about an entire anthology, but I just hope my words help her somewhat.

[edes_virag]

Mm! Me, too. I really hope she will feel better but I'm glad she has someone like you to count on as well, for assistance.

But, others are there for her too! So, I really do hope you'll smile happily, miss Mun of yours.

[godsavesarcasm]

We're all here to support her, really. Hopefully she feels better soon.

[He actually smiles a little at that.] We thank you for your encouragement.

[edes_virag]

I certainly hope so.

[She returns the smile kindly.] You're very welcome. As cliche as it is, times seem dark now but they will get better, I promise your mun that.

[godsavesarcasm]

That's what I tell her. It will take time, but the hurt will fade and things will be better.

[edes_virag]

Mhm. [Gives a nod.] You're so very compassionate and caring too. It's nice to see.

[proteusmoon]

She can rest easy— she will not be bothered this week, except when necessary for the ball.

[godsavesarcasm]

[England supposes he should not be surprised that Cecil is the one who sends the message. He inclines his head to her.]

I see. Thank you for letting us know, though it's hardly ever a bother.

[There is much he can say, but perhaps now is not the time for talk. Time has been set aside for that in the past few days. Perhaps now is the time for silence, for meditation.]

[proteusmoon]

[ She's the eldest besides Ruby, and no one wants to let Ruby outside right now. She's also the only real neutral party at this point. Maybe once there was a time for hopes and dreams, but that was a long time ago and closing the door to the past is certainly one thing that Cecil is accustomed to, in one fashion or another. ]

Perhaps "bother" is too gentle a descriptor. It seems that way, at least.

...I will take my leave. Good night.

[godsavesarcasm]

Good night...

[He watches her go and feels a hollow ache in his chest, an emptiness that he fears would never be filled again. Hopes and dreams, oh he knows how fragile they are, knows that so well. Also of words said and not meant, of being unable to say what you really want to but unable to between one thing or another. Words are of course easy to weave, manipulate, misunderstand.]