Arthur Kirkland (
romanticynic) wrote in
dear_mun2012-08-09 01:42 am
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being lackadaisical
Mundane. It has been quite some time since you had said that we were going to finally get our act together and do something. And what do I find you doing? You... basically fulfilling Merlin's premonition!
I don't want to know what that is all about. I just wish you would leave me out of it! Sadly, there's no exit out of your head, or else I would have found it long ago. Bloody lewd... idiot.
If we're going to do something that isn't related to oversexed alter egos, I suggest you work on that application. If simply you wait for something to come by, it's not going to happen. You, of all people, should know that by now. You know me well enough- well, as much as you need to know. Don't ever think that you'll know me completely! Just learn more of my history, since you should know it anyway.
And another note: You should stop pitying that other man. Simply put, you think too strongly of it when we don't want your pity in the first place! Do you not think that we are accustomed to such things by now? So you should be too. You don't want to look like the pitiful one instead, understand?
I don't want to know what that is all about. I just wish you would leave me out of it! Sadly, there's no exit out of your head, or else I would have found it long ago. Bloody lewd... idiot.
If we're going to do something that isn't related to oversexed alter egos, I suggest you work on that application. If simply you wait for something to come by, it's not going to happen. You, of all people, should know that by now. You know me well enough- well, as much as you need to know. Don't ever think that you'll know me completely! Just learn more of my history, since you should know it anyway.
And another note: You should stop pitying that other man. Simply put, you think too strongly of it when we don't want your pity in the first place! Do you not think that we are accustomed to such things by now? So you should be too. You don't want to look like the pitiful one instead, understand?

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... this headspace is a goddamn prison, I tell you.
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Don't I know it.
[England sighs and shakes his head, giving the other nation a sympathetic pat on the shoulders. He hates to think it, but he's almost become used to his mun and her ridiculous ways. Not quite enough to be comfortable with it, however.]
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[It isn't selfcest that he's thinking
at the momentmind you.]We should... invent something to motivate our mundanes into action! Too long have we been dependent on their whims!
I'm so sloooow, sorry!
[Colour him intrigued.
And no, selfcest didn't pop into his head first, no, at all-]A good idea. Something to rid them of their procrastinating and lazy ways.
And they should be grateful for such a thing, too!
is okey -3-/ /is lazing
[Oh other him, you're always on the same page he is.]
o3o)/
[He frowns, contemplating.] I've certainly had enough time on my hands lately to do something of the sort. She's gotten to rarely letting me go anywhere. N-not that I mind, of course.
zigga zig ah
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[ He doesn't even know what England's talking about, but it sounds vaguely perverted and he got to wedge an insult in there. That's all that's important. ]
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[Because all gentlemanly behaviour is lost on France, England never has any problem with kicking at his shin over even the small things. It's not that he is especially crotchety at the moment or anything... all right, yes, he is. Just the existence of this doesn't help matters in the least.]
oh that account is you! haha i just tagged you, i hope you don't mind late tags.
[ That's okay, France doesn't much like England when he's pretending to be a gentleman. It's like watching a Chihuahua put on a top hat and try to convince people that it's a dignified British Gentleman: it just doesn't work.
And besides, having something like that is a good thing, no, a great thing! France really wouldn't be able to understand why Arthur thinks otherwise. ]
I don't mind! I hope you don't mind my awkward fumbling, pfft.
[A bulldog, damnit! And England feels like some Dr. Jekyll whilst that one is the Mr. Hyde... who is less scary and more horny. As well as the fact that pretty much anything that pleases France annoys England.]
but awkward fumbling is IC for england! haha
[ A terrier. A teacup Yorkshire terrier. Also it figures that England would find a way to make Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde pornographic, as France has always suspected England's library is riddled with less than classy magazines hidden between the pages of his books. ]
well, that is true pfft
[Hey, a man needs to occupy himself during dull meetings. Just so he can pitch in his complaints when it's time to talk.]
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[ Even France doesn't do that during meetings. Shame on you, Angleterre. But it's not like France didn't already know the Englishman was far more devious than he. ]
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[England's hands form fists at the very mention.]
That can still be arranged.
[But England keeps it to himself! Shouldn't that account for anything?]
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Aa Angleterre, you will never change!
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But honestly, are you sure you are not juste jealous of this... oversexed alter ego?
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[England scowls, crosses his arms and puts his most resolute face on.]
And there is nothing to be jealous of! It's... it's simply a waste of time.
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[ A roll of the eyes. ]
Oh s'il te plaît, Angleterre. I do not believe for one moment that you are as prude as you claim. You are fooling no one.
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Sorry, but I have a different sort of pleasure seeing you beat senseless!
[He turns away. Sometimes England wants to say that he has a perfectly normal sex life, but 1) that would be discussing France's favourite subject and 2) France would see right through that lie like x-ray vision. Not to mention that it would just lead to more teasing. England doesn't like bringing up his love life with anyone... and he isn't about to start with this git.]
It's not that I don't... [mumble mumble] that place is simply more suited for someone like you.
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[ If it's not tease England for his abysmal sex life day, it's make England incredibly uncomfortable until you get a satisfying reaction day. Really he's sure that England's only real problem is his awful sexual repression, if only he'd stop acting like an old lady and do something about it. Or let Francis help him do something about it. Speaking with England was like travelling back in time to the 19th century unless Francis got him drunk. Then all bets were off. ]
Quoi? What was that? I did not catch the first part. And merci, I shall take that as a compliment, petite Angleterre.
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[Again with the diminutive- ugh. England only crossed his arms more tightly to his chest and counted to ten, back and forth, slowly. As much as he tries to calm down, he knows he's mere seconds from tackling France to the ground and giving him those bruises mentioned earlier.]
You ought to get your hearing checked. It must be fading in your old age.
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[ Have a bored look, England. Such a killjoy, this English frenemy of his. Still, the tighter wound England seems to get, the more amusement France seems to derive from the situation. And England looks so very tightly wound at the moment. A slight smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, and he glances up. ]
Mais! I know you do not mean it. How can you not be attracted to me? Everyone is attracted to me. [ Wanna tackle him yet, England? ] Even people like... aaa, toi. [ How about now? ] I think you are juste scared that I will be unimpressed with your... equipment? Oui, that is the word. [ And now? ] But do not worry, petite Angleterre, I would never be so cruel! Even if you are aaa... lacking.
[ Oh but how the French live to arouse a reaction in the English. At the final comment, he frowns and offers him a pout. ] I am not old. I am seasoned. [ Whatever that means. ]
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So if England throws his entire self at France, it probably gets even more of a message across. Right?]
hahaha oh arthur
France never fights fair, never has, and fingers tangle in short cropped blond and yank, something between a snarl and a sneer etched into his lips. ]
Always so diplomatic, Artois, nnggg, you never --aa merde! --cease to astound nng--me!
it's a natural English reaction
[Don't forget all of England swiping at France's face with his fists wildly, only barely deterred by his hair being pulled back. He's hardly looking the most intimidating with a face wincing in pain, but England will not suffer the hairy idiot opening his mouth to do anything but yowl in pain. No words about what might be lacking- not like England expects- er, intends to show off Big Ben to anyone any time soon. But of course he knows that France will open his damn mouth to prattle on even at the end of the world, if just to annoy England.]