dear_mun | Maaaaybe looking for homes...

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Maaaaybe looking for homes...

Yo, mun— H-Hey! I'm talkin' to you! Where are you going? Stop! Hey, look! You're not goin' anywhere today until you finish everything. All my tags, all of Alfred's tags, all of Cecil's tags, all the posts you said you were going to make and never did, all the new posts you're telling people you're going to make and haven't started yet, everyone's icons— Yeah, those job applications probably need to be filled out too if you want a call-back...

Mun! You're starting to make Canadia look real productive by comparison! What is going on here?! Don't make me go dig Ludwig out of his man-cave to run you through hoops!

And y'think you can maybe seriously start thinking about actually putting one of us somewhere? You have resources! Stop being so negative about everything! Grab your buddies and take them along! ...Well, okay, so maybe just one at a time, since, uh, they all just have England, but— Come on! We're getting kinda moldy over here. Not pretty. Please? You know you want to give it a try...

Okay! Sleep, then roll up your sleeves! Whoa! Hey, no! No, you're sending the kid there first— not me. I'm older, so I get to be picky. The kid gets tossed up to the Hotel first. It's already been decided! Now go the fuck to sleep. No, you don't need another bedtime story. Ugh. Where is that book...

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Regardless of what my mundane says, do not come to where it is that I am. It is terrible! I am stuck in a city with no shops for pleasure and Alfred has become insane! [ Oh come on. France will complain anywhere.

He perks up at the mention of the hotel though. ] Hôtel Amour? The one with all of the red and the curtains and the wonderful little rooms? Aaa je souhaiteque I could go there! My mundane is terribly neglectful and does not let me go there at all anymore! Is that not terrible, Merique? [ Congrats fem!America, now you get his usual petname for Alfred. ]

[ Amelia watches with curiosity as her mun zoom over to Discedo's taken list for the zillionth time, quirking a brow at France's exclamation of Alfred apparently having gone mad. She looms over the mun's shoulder and catches a glimpse of the Hetalia section, which of course answers her question about that immediately. "1969"...

O-Oh—!

She clears her throat and immediately swaps her grimace for a far more typical smile, resting her chin on her fists as she leans her elbows nonchalantly on the table in front of her. She's up on her knees atop a chair, twisting at the waist a little so the chair swivels slightly from side to side without ever making a full rotation. ]

Oh, yes— very terrible. So cruel!

[ She is amused by France's melodrama, finding it very fitting that he approves of the Love Hotel, but she is much more focused on not touching upon the subject of that Alfred again. ]

Mun is dressing up someone else in drag and throwing him under the bus soon.

[ Yeah he

really doesn't want to go into it. He didn't even get the worst of it. The England he shares a headspace with had to deal with that Alfred for much longer, and suffered far more idiocy than Francis has.

Don't mind him discarding that thought and strolling over to said counter, playing his fingers against it before resting an arm on the table, deciding against taking a seat himself. A steady stream of breath is exhaled through his nostrils and he shoots her a glance. ]

It was terrible. [ Which sounds more like "terr-eeb" than "terr-ih-bull". ] It is terrible. Aaa, how lucky that someone will be! If only I could convince my own to do something similar.

[ He strokes his chin, thinking. ] I can not say I would mind wearing clothes of the other gender. Chanel has such fancy pieces, tu sais.

[ Oh, goodness, don't tell this mun there's an England up there too; she will just ready another pokéball, seeing how she enjoys France so much. Amelia very wisely follows the new train of thought with a laugh. Briefly, she attempts to imagine Francis in a Chanel dress, giving up quickly because she supposes she'll find out for real soon enough, given how things are going so far between them. She doesn't really want to spoil the surprise for herself. ]

It's Alfred. During our revolution? But in a skimpy little maid dress. Y'know... French maid?

[ Well this particular England doesn't leave his shell much, but he could probably be coaxed out for the right reasons.

Not long at all. In fact, if she simply went so far as to ask France to don one, he'd probably have one at the ready. His perversities and eccentricities know no bounds, and it honestly wouldn't be the first time he cross dressed. Not by a long shot. ]

You had a-- [ Oh right, America calls it his/her 'revolution' and England calls it 'America's war of independence/the little shit's throwing a tantrum'. Then again, he had many less than kind words to describe France's own revolution, so France nods. ] --maid dress for your brother to wear? How considerate of you! I assume he looks très jolie. [ A snicker. Though laugh as he may, he definitely would not mind that mental image.

So he'll just think of that for a few seconds. Not a bad image at all. ~~Not when you get rid of the beer belly and replace it with a solid six-pack.~~ ]

[ Lechery is clearly one of those Right Reasons in question. (Poor man, though, getting that username. Ouch. The Americas are suddenly grateful their mun is kinda comparatively nice to them, otherwise their journals would be in Romanized Russian or something. Except that's totally not the same thing at all, historically, and, well, England's words are in French, so.)

Amelia smirks. ~~Alfred screams HE DOES NOT HAVE A BEER BELLY and pulls up his shirt as though to prove it, somewhere in the background.~~ ]

'Done picturing that? I didn't give it to him... It's just how it's going to happen.

[ She fails to mention that the mun fully intends to make that post general, when she has time to write it, and put all the muses she subjects to TLH "fun" in maid dresses. ]

Well isn't someone all over~

All over? Well... yeah, that's my point.

[Hello again, mysterious girl. You're much more talkative than the last time we met.]

Seeing as I feel that I've found myself in what feels like a purgatory of sorts, perhaps a game won't be too bad after all.

[England prefers to know what he's getting into, but even he can get antsy at times. His mun has next to nothing going on, and it gets boring, cooped up with a bunch of other Englands that aren't doing anything but idling around. After all, "games" can't be too difficult once the rules are figured out. And he's armed with that "I tried, so nobody can criticise me" attitude in the event that he should fail in an application, anyway.]

[ The mun remembered suddenly where there is a "listing" of games looking for places and she feels kind of stupid for not having remembered it sooner.

Amelia, on the other hand, really only cares about one thing— still: ]

You really have no idea who I am, huh?

[This mun would possibly somewhat maybe be interested in viewing such a thing. Also, mun is trying to look all fancy with small text too.]

I presume that you assume that I should? New film set to premier soon, perchance?

[Though really, England senses something else about this girl. Like she might be of one of them. ~~one of us one of us~~

He scrutinises her face- and nothing below that! Really!]

[ And succeeding! Very fancy, indeed. Ameri-mun approves so far. ]

Well, duh, you should! You're only England! And no! No new movie coming out. I make movies all the time though, just like you and everybody else.

[ But Amelia doesn't give him any other clues. She wants to see him figure this one out for himself— and if he can't, all the more to torture him with later, after luring him into a false sense of security. ]

[This girl sounds and smells like a certain burger muncher he knows. And it's not that England is dim, but he'll prefer to keep his guesses to himself in the case he's wrong. After all, Merlin looked different from how England remembered him. (But America isn't an ancient shape-shifting magician. So.)]

If you want me to know you, I'd think the most prudent thing would be to introduce yourself. You seem to know me, at any rate, so that's taken care of.

[ If you're implying she smells like processed meat and reheated bread...

Amelia frowns (okay, pouts, really) and crosses her arms over her chest. ]

No. Drop dead, England.

[Wow. RUDE. But cute. Which actually narrows it down rather easily.]

W-what?!

How is this- you-

[He moves up closer to her quickly, looking her over to see what this is all about, if his eyes are deceiving him.]

How...?

[ Amelia narrows her eyes and furrows her brow as realization dawns on him, leaning backwards to avoid the personal space invasion as much as possible. She gives him a little push backwards and sticks her tongue out at him with a small humph! and a cross of her arms over her chest. ]

Parallel universes. Alternate realities. You're a girl too where I'm from!

[Well, he just needed a moment, is all. He stumbles back a step, but is still gawking. England despises being tricked (he's fallen for a great deal of elaborate pranks in his time) but his gut seems rather trustworthy on this. Besides, after that incident with the cat-eared strippers from another dimension, he wouldn't doubt it.

Still. So uncouth.]

... I take it that you most likely don't assume the name of Alfred.

No.

[ America continues to glare a little at him. ]

It's Amelia. Amelia Jones, thanks.

[Well excuuuuuuuuuse me, princess! He was only making sure!]

A... pleasure to make your acquaintance. I, ah, suppose.

[What do when America is sulking?]

[ Excuuuuuuse you back! This is just slightly disorienting for her, okay? He lives in the same head as the England who was trying to get into her shorts not too long ago and it's a little hard to differentiate when they look exactly the fucking same and and and—

Man, she's pissed. This sucks and it's stupid and it's frustrating and she actually really doesn't want to start all over again.

So, of course, her only solution is to continue to sulk. ]

[This England sure doesn't know what her issue is, but parallel universe form or not, he's sure that she has to have at least one weakness. One that she shares with the counterpart he knows... she must, if she is an America. Time to confirm this. So, now to take out that little container of ice cream he mysterious has on hand...]

If I have approached you at a bad time, I'm sorry.

[ Oh, no-no-no-no, you do not get to just apologize and hope everything is peachy—

Haaaahhh!!!

Amelia's eyes go 'round as saucers once she spots what he's packin' and no matter how hard she wants to keep up the Scorned Woman act, she's got about a snowball's chance in hell at maintaining it when faced with— ]

—ice cream.

[England keeps a record of America's weaknesses, so of course he's going to make good use of it. Don't worry, America, he doesn't share it with others. It's for his own use only.

It's just a bit melted around the edges of the container, displaying how soft and perfect the current texture of the cold treat is. Surely Amelia can appreciate cookie dough, yes?]

Indeed. Fancy a bit?

[ Appreciate? Unf! Amelia is already getting a little handsy in favor of taking the ice cream. It's ice cream! She hasn't had it in... a few weeks. ]

...Somewhere?

[And a bedtime story? He likes bedtime stories. When he can have them.]

[ America is, to say the least, extremely caught off guard to find herself face-to-face with a miniature Arthur. Despite his small stature, there's no mistaking him— with his wide green eyes, his unruly blonde hair, and the faintest trace of a frown wrinkling his brow, he is definitely, obviously, young Arthur Kirkland. He even has his thick, defined eyebrows at this age!

And, well, Amelia can't really resist. ]

Baby!

[ She scoops up the small boy and snuggles him quite fiercely. ]

You always have had ridic amounts of cute!

[Suddenly, he's scooped up and snuggled (rather fiercely). It doesn't take him long to start squirming, trying to get free or at least have the hold loosened some. He doesn't understand why people tended to do this with him a lot. Cute? Him? He vehemently disagrees.]

I-I am not!

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[ Well, of course America is infinitely stronger than the little England, so his struggles aren't worth a damn by themselves, honestly, but when she's about gotten the affectionate urges out of her system at last, she lets him go, releasing him from her arms while she crouches, so as to put his feet back on the floor. She keeps a hold on his forearms, though she does so with a soft touch, one he can break away from easily if he wants to. ]

Awww... Was I really that offensive? It's a compliment!

Mmn... [It's not really offensive. It's just that he's used to being teased when someone calls him cute, so it's just a reflex. Plus it embarrasses him. He doesn't struggle under America's hold either as it's gentle.]

...Really? [He asks her cautiously.]

Of course!

[ America lets go of his arms then in favor of gently rubbing his head, since he seems to be pretty okay with her touching him. She smiles at him. ]

Why do you think it's not? There's nothing wrong with being adorable!

[He flinches a little at her rubbing at his head, but still he stays put. It feels kind of nice.]

It draws attention to you...

[And it's usually not friendly attention, especially in his case. Well, there's France, but he's a foppish idiot and England doesn't like him.]

[ America hums quietly in contemplation. ]

Lemme guess... France, huh?

[ She sighs and gives him a wistful little smile. ]

It's also a weapon though. If you use it just right, people will let their guard down around you, giving you the upper hand.

A weapon?

[He glances over to his back on instinct. No quiver of arrows or bow. The Mundane had him leave them earlier as she says he won't need them. It's strange not to have them, however. And then Amelia says something about being cute as a weapon...]

[ She laughs. ]

Well, maybe you'll get it more when you're older.

[That makes him frown. Look at those eyebrows scrunch together. Yes, definitely a bitty England.]

People keep telling me that.

[And they do! And it's frustrating! Why can't he get bigger faster!]

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Maaaaybe looking for homes...

ps discedo has no fem america and no male england, if you and your friends were interested

Ahhh, you have an Alfred and a fem!England~ >o<

the very finest you will find!

Ahhh, so being enabled here it seems like, haha.

yes indeed! you're an awesome fem america, and it'd be awesome to have a game with you. :)

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/casually posts with new account

/flails like a very flaily thing because BITTY!!

Indeedy~

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