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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[romanticynic]

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

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

[What do when America is sulking?]

[unalienable]

[ 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. ]

[romanticynic]

[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.

[unalienable]

[ 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.

[romanticynic]

[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?

[unalienable]

[ 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. ]