Sure. Tsun it up, you drunken sod.

[godsavesarcasm]

What do you want? I'm not fit enough to suffer more of your blasted company right now. Unless you brought something to drink.

What more do you want from me?


I'm tired. My head hurts so much I want it to just fall off. When was the last time I ate... Food is disgusting... I want to die, but of course we both know how well any attempts of that would turn out. It's a futile effort, so while I may gladly want to slit my wrists and bleed to death, it would just be a waste.

What do you want me to say? I told you already what I wanted to say. I love him. Always have. Probably always will. Aren't I the lucky one? 'Love him even if he's tired of me and probably never have trusted me enough to stop being so bloody suspicious of me, the bleeding twat. "Rot alone and fuck 95% of the globe again"... Like that worked the first time. Not that I fucked 95% of the globe. I don't think that's quite possible. Unless you're the Frog. And we both know that's not me. I said goodbye already. Are you deaf? Weren't you there? Didn't you see me blubber all pathetically and say my goodbyes? Wot? You want a reenactment? I don't showcase my acting talents for free, you know? Pull up your bloody chat log and just read it again. I know for a fact you haven't signed out of your messenger yet, you'll end up reading it all again and then you'll start with the tears again, too.

Bugger off. What else is there for me to tell you? It's done. It was probably doomed from the start. We're both far too different, we hardly understand each other and with far too much pain and history between us for it to be sane and healthy. Really. I'm just surprised it didn't come sooner. And we both know I'm better off all by myself and this isn't me trying to be "awesome" or whatever delusions Prussia has to help him sleep at night. It's done and it's probably for the best. We're just not good for each other. We're too good at hurting each other and that doesn't a good relationship make, I think. But then what do I know, eh? It looks like I'm just very good at fucking a good thing up. 'Shouldn't take my word for shite.



He'll be better off without me. He's proven that well enough before... 



Pass the beer, luv. I think I'm far too sober again.



...I know I should have fought for him, urged him back, tried to convince him that what we have is worth saving, but how would it work if he doesn't even trust me? No, this is for the best. It has to be.

Comments

[sex_angel]

[Sirkka was heavily reminded of her teenage years.]

Hurt feelings happen in relationships, so do break-ups and fights. This isn't really the end for you two, it's all up to how you handle it from this point on.

[godsavesarcasm]

[He doesn't know who she is and really, this is why he didn't want to talk out here in this place. You just never know who will show up and give unsolicited advice.]

With lots of beer pretty much.

[liliqueen]

[Because he probably doesn't want to see any of the Americas right now, even if their just as flailing with concern.

Beer for you England.]

I'm sorry, Herr England.

[godsavesarcasm]

[Aaaah beautiful, wonderful beer. England takes it and lifts it to Liechtenstein's direction in a lazy sort of salute.]

Cheers, luv.

[And of course he'll drink it all. No sense in wasting free beer.]

[unionjackoff]

[HE KNOWS EVERYTHING FAR TOO WELL. so here is the beer. looots of beer]

.............. [should he leave it there, or say something orz]

[godsavesarcasm]

[You could stay. The best company is one's self, isn't it? Well, England certainly believes that. He'll just reach over and take a beer to start. He looks to the other him and lifts his glass to him.]

Here's to you. May your existence be much less shite than mine is at the moment.

[unionjackoff]

[yeah. who needs anyone else, right? also he thinks you have swag icons. and the mun does too because she made some]

At the moment, it is, perhaps. But who knows what tomorrow will bring. [and here he lifts the glass to you] Haven't we learned that happiness doesn't last forever?

[godsavesarcasm]

[Exactly. Well, the Mun did get some from your account so...]

Sometimes, it's easy to forget, especially when faced with the golden warmth of the sun... [Aye, England becomes maudlin and poetic when he's not that much sober, but still quite lucid. He takes a good, long swig of his beer.]

[unionjackoff]

[it sounded beautiful anyway! he hums in appreciation as he drinks]

Too true. Was it good while it lasted?

[godsavesarcasm]

In some ways it was, in others, not so much...

[Their relationship was a roller coaster ride that was for sure.]

Gentle tugging at your leg

[dawnsearlylight]

England! England! What's wrong? Did you fall down? You look like you're hurting again! Are you okay?

;w;

[godsavesarcasm]

[Don't mind the heartbroken look you get when he sees you, lilMerica. It just hurts to look at you right now, that's all. But of course he won't turn you away.]

No, dear. It's... Don't worry your little head about it, hm?

[dawnsearlylight]

Huh? Uh... okay... Um, then I'll try to make you feel better! [He hugs your leg tightly because that's all he can reach.] I see people do this all the time! Is it working?

[godsavesarcasm]

[The legendary stiff upper lip would be wonderful right now, but somehow it's hard to summon it. His lips wobble as he gently pats over America's head.]

You're doing well, dear...

[dawnsearlylight]

[Little America looks up from his concentrated face to give England a bright smile.]

Really? Okay, I'll work hard! [He lets go of one leg and goes to hug the other while looking up at England with high expectations in his eyes.] Are you much better now, England?

[godsavesarcasm]

[Oh America, you precious little thing. He nods, trying to smile though it's the hardest thing to do at the moment, but he does his best.]

Much, much better...

[scarredchick]

Oi! I have a lot of catch up work to do! Kesesesese~ [she opens a beer to start]

You sure talk a lot when you're drunk!

[godsavesarcasm]

...

[Brilliant. Like he needs another one of you. One (or two, if you count Gilbert) of you is enough!]

What are you doing here? Oi, and who said you could have my beer?

[scarredchick]

Kesesesese~ You wouldn't hog all of that to yourself, would you? And deny an awesome lady, like myself, some beer? [snort] And you call yourself a gentleman~ [drinks about half the bottle in a rather un-lady-like manner]

[godsavesarcasm]

Well, I don't really see any ladies in the vicinity... [Prussia's Prussia and he doubts she's all that different from her male counterpart.] But by all means, help yourself. What's a bit more deprivation, I say?

[scarredchick]

Oi! Quit the pity parade! [she finishes the bottle and reaches for a second one] You need to have fun while drunk! Make crank calls, eat nachos with everything on them, dance, put on a pirate hat, hook-up with a random stranger who you'll realize looked way better when you could see straight, et cetra!

[paysdelamour]

[No teases or jeers, no laughter. Just a Frenchman slowly sliding England a drink, and raising his own glass in solidarity.]

Tchin. [That's his Frenchy way of saying "cheers".]

[godsavesarcasm]

[He looks to France, quite relieved that he's not being snide and stupid.]

This better not be wine...

[paysdelamour]

Non, cher. If it were, it would be in a wine glass, non? [He gives a little smile.] If you do not like it, Angleterre, I can get you something else...

[godsavesarcasm]

[The Frog does have a point. Still, the glass is given a suspicious look before it's warily taken and sipped. What is it?]