Joining acquariet... Any nations want to come with?

[statusquodebt]

Well. I guess I really won't need the ring, after all.

So you'll be taking 'em now, huh? For real? For good? Fair enough, I s'pose. There's no real point in keeping memories that are only making me... uh, not myself and stuff? Okay, I can deal. I mean, it's not like I'll remember or anything, and they ain't bein' used, sooo...

Just... stay away from that place, okay? Just 'cause I won't remember, doesn't mean you don't, and you really got a lot of work to do, right? You've only got a week to canon review so Amelia can go to discedo and the hold over at the water tree... place... town... thing... is gonna expire soon too. Quit lazing aroun' and focus! Get to sleep early, so you can wake up early, and then we can go have pretendy fun times everywhere. You promised a lot of stuff to people, you know!

...Romano's gonna be at this water tree place. He's cranky like England all the time! It'll be almost like old times! Except... y'know, with more hair-curls and better food and all that junk. I'm not sayin' it wouldn't be cool to have more of us! I'm jus' sayin' that it's not gonna be lonely. There's gonna be fresh faces to make friends with and everything! Plus, you already have friends there. You'll find somewhere for Dragon Mom to call home again too someday.

It's gonna be okay, dude. Don't worry. One step 'atta time.

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[bloodybrows]

[It doesn't take long for England to realise the American is standing right beside him, messing with his stove, and England stops his humming to whip around to face the other nation, scowling at him.

Annoyed, he tries to push America away from the food.]



I told you, I'm cooking. Everything's fine. You don't need to do anything but sit down and wait.

[He has, at least, forgotten to turn the heat back up.]

[statusquodebt]

[ Drat. Caught red-handed. America allows himself to be pushed away, but he doesn't stray far. He seems to be watching both just for the sake of watching England work and for the sake of the food. ]



[ He's always been fond of watching the gentle flexing and ripples of muscle beneath the other man's fair skin as he moves about, focusing on the task ahead of him. Taking in the subtle grace and nobility of how England carries himself has always held a bit of odd fascination to America, and it's usually in moments like these where his feelings for the Englishman are reaffirmed. ]

[bloodybrows]

[At first England doesn't notice that America's eyes are lingering on him from just a few metres away, happy to continue his cooking. The food is just about done (very, very well done, not that England seems to realise), and he's begun humming softly to himself again. It's only as he is plating up what is supposed to be Shepherd's Pie that he notices America watching him closely nearby.

His humming halts and he once again turns to glare at America, suddenly quite self concious, his cheeks turning a little pink.]



What? What are you staring at?

[statusquodebt]

[ America says nothing though, just shrugging casually and continuing to stare on back at the older nation. He's not exactly trying to purposely annoy him, but he is trying to provoke him into moving closer to him faster. It just so happens to be that the easiest way to do that is to, well, annoy him! ]

[bloodybrows]

[England just glares at the other nation for a moment before turning around to plate up the rest of the food. Then, he quickly marches over with two plates of, uh, what's supposed to be Shepard's Pie in hand, and pushes one toward America, still flushing in the face of the younger nation's shameless staring.]

Well- don't just stand there like that. Here, it's ready!

[statusquodebt]

[ At that, America can't help but laugh. He thinks he'll get another chance to make good on what he was planning after they eat, so he's appeased by the charred plate of Shephard's Pie that's shoved in front of him. He grabs a fork and starts digging in, making an exaggerated face of disgust even though he doesn't spit out the food. ]

[bloodybrows]

[After putting down his plate next to America's and sitting down, England gives the other nation's disgusted face a glare, before tucking into his own meal. Personally, of course, he finds it just as good as ever and is at least pleased that America is eating it.]

Stop your ridiculous complaining. There's nothing wrong with it.