Maaaaybe looking for homes...

[unalienable]

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

[unalienable]

[ 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?

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

[france]

[ 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. ]

[unalienable]

[ 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. ]