dear_mun | having a creativity and motivation drain

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having a creativity and motivation drain

Mundane.

Not only have you not been looking for a place to put me, you've been doing even less as of late. You've all but forgotten the few tags you have!

Hmph. Because of all that, is it?

A... ah, someone once said "It is more ignominious to mistrust our friends than to be deceived by them." Now, if you ask me, that's all very fine and lovely until you find yourself deceived. However, by that same token, there's no such thing as friendship without trust, is there?

[He shifts around a bit, uncomfortably.]

Either way... do whatever you think is best, but do it swiftly, as languishing here has lost any charm it might have had long ago.

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[Suddenly! A wild Scotland appears! As though he knows just when there's an England around to annoy.]

Not sure ye mun'd be better off with ye givin' off advice 'bout that, bruv. Not really one for havin' many friends, are ye?

[Shoving his hands in his pockets and raising a brow at the other nation, the picture of innocence, he grins.]

[Oh, goody.

He crosses his arms, scowling as he is used to in the presence of... well. most others, actually. England doesn't have much of a leg to stand on there, so obviously this means it's time to grumble about something else.]

Brother dearest. I thought I caught a whiff of something dreadful approaching. Wonder how you manage any yourself with that stench of yours.

[It's family, England is allowed to be immature (because of course he isn't usually).]

[ And the Americas are just going to... popcorn.gif because, wow, a UK brother. They thought they only existed in myths and England's drunk tales. ]

[Scotland would be pretty annoyed if he knew he was only seen as a mere myth by other nations, and yet no less surprised, considering how rarely he gets to go to world meetings and such.

He exists, Americas! And he's a flippin' damn good nation, too!]

[ And a damn good-lookin' nation, too. Really! You can hardly blame them for their notion of Scotland, considering England's forceful separation of them when America was just a child! And then there's that revolution business... Amelia at least remembers vague memories of the other nation, though of course, her Scotland was female. ]

Edited 2012-09-03 04:21 (UTC)

[True enough. All his little brother's fault, of course. But then, most things are. Scotland's personally in no doubt America would've been better off if he'd seen the lad more, no matter what England says.]

[ Oh, 'that so? Just what then would he have brought to the metaphorical table? They've been the strongest world power for several years now, y'know. That's not so bad, if you ask them. But then, even if one did ask them, they'd totally deny it had anything at all to do with England, of course. ]

[Well, world super power or not, they'd be better off with a bit more Scottish heritage and culture, if you asked him. He's also of the opinion that all that time with England must've been all sorts of dull and frustrating; he knows well enough. And were America once his little brother, Scotland is sure he would have made sure the boy were less eager to revolt.]

[ Oh, really now? That is a moot point, as far as Alfred is concerned, since he has yet to invent a time machine. All he remembers is that Scotland was very much on England's side during his revolution and that's mainly why he hasn't bothered to find out a whole lot more about said Scot very much nowadays. He maybe, kinda, sorta had hoped he'd disappeared or something since England got to have all the fun. It'd serve him right for not wanting to support him back then, huh! ]

[ Whereas Alfred is more likely to hang on to the less pleasant memories of their existence, Amelia at least respects what was once, despite the less than savory moments in history with any other given nation, and she seems to recall learning quite a bit about politics from her Scotland at least. Quite a few of her people who had moved to America's house signed the Declaration of Independence. She accepts that and—

Oh, hey, he's staring back. ]

Hi!

[Harsh, Alfred. Harsh. Disappearing is one of those terrible fears he has as a nation, despite how unlikely it is considering how many of his people prefer to be Scottish, over British, very protective of their own culture. And you can hardly blame him for being on England's side then. He never saw the American; almost all he heard of that revolt came from England's very biased mouth.

Amelia is of course a rather unrecognisable face to Scotland, being unfamiliar as he is with the alternate universes' nations. He smiles over at her though, in interest, hands in his pockets.]

Awrite, lass. Don' believe we've met.

[ Ahem, ushers everyone thattaway for the sake of Riva's inbox. ]

[Did America think that Braveheart was set in some mystical land, then?

But if America doesn't remember that film, it's all the better.

Damn you, Mel Gibson. It'll take more than Chicken Run to forgive you.]

[ Mel Gibson is not Scottish though! He's Australian. For that reason and many other reasons, you can't go believing everything he tells you! Everyone knows that. Except other Australians, of course, but who's asking them anyway, really. ]

Edited 2012-09-03 18:09 (UTC)

[Um yes America, he knows he's not Scottish. He does know that he played two characters who apparently loved FREEEEEEDOOOOOOM and hated the English. In Braveheart and The Patriot. Ultimate frowny face at Gibson.

STILL. As far as England is concerned, he was doing America a favour by keeping his ward away from his bothersome older brother. That stupid arse had at least one crush on France, and actually might still have it, which is all America of either dimensions needs to know about him.]

[ Wait just one damned moment here. Mel Gibson and France crushes aside, don't you call Alfred an idiot, anyway?! ]

[There's different levels of idiot, idiot. You can have 'regular idiot' or 'advanced idiot'. If you had more Scottish influence, you'd be 'ultimate idiot', so get your Nyotalia version out of here before what's left of her intelligence drains like the results of a hangover swirling down the toilet.]

[ He can't do that! 'Dunno how they do things at your house, but at America's, they let their Nyotalia selves roam free! Like bald eagles! Like wild bison of the great plains! It's a free country— not that he expects England to understand the value of freedom and liberty. That tyrant! ]

[Fine. Fiiiiiiiine. They both can have fun becoming smelly while eating deep-fried Mars bars and haggis. ELSEWHERE. But don't come crying back to this man here when she realizes how RUINED her life is at the end of it all. HE GAVE FAIR WARNING. Not like he cares or anything.

Well, he wouldn't care, except for the fact that that universe in encroaching on this one, and now even his other self is going to a game whilst he's stuck here. WITH SMELLY SCOTLAND. And said other universe America hitting on him at first sight. Ugh. He'll just take a long nap until it's all over.]

Edited 2012-09-16 01:46 (UTC)

[ Arthur worries too much! Surely the sheer number of Englands she's typically surrounded by will cover up the haggis smell with their pheromones or whatever, right? Totally.

And, hey, she's not hitting on him! ...Yet! 'Pretty sure the Englands in that headspace would disown her faster than the United States disowned the British Empire. She's not that mean! Now Alfred on the other hand... ]

[Scotland just chuckles a bit, recognising the change of subject for the distraction it is.]

And still, I've plenty of 'em, myself. Wonder what that says 'bout yer own stench.

[Yeah... Scotland's hardly about to berate his brother for any childishness; it's not like he can't dish up as good as he gets when it comes to those insults, after all.]

Edited 2012-09-02 18:19 (UTC)

Oi, I didn't say I didn't have friends! Your friends... they probably smell just as bad as you.

However, I have friends who smell nice, as I have a more agreeable scent.

[England isn't sure what he's saying here but he's saying it.]

Oh, aye? What nice scented, invisible friends are these, then? And don't go thinkin' the fairies count, either! Reckon they like me more, anyway.

Bet I could've gotten us more allies, ye know. Done a better job, I mean. If ye'd let me go off to one o' those world meetings in ye place.

[He's trying quite hard here not to let on the amount of envy or resentment he has for this.]

Do the fairies bring you home after a night of- uh... er... out? As real friends would do?

[Well, he thinks it's the fairies that do. After all, how does he manage to get home after getting totally shit-faced?]

And for your information, Japan is not invisible! He does smell nice, however.

[The problem there is that England can never be sure if he has just done something horrendously rude and Japan doesn't say anything about it. Or if Japan is polite to a fault- well, England is actually sure of that, but he doesn't believe he's done anything rude (enough) to create any friction?

Having friends can be a stressful affair.]

Anyway, if you're going to claim to be Mister Popular, shouldn't you try to back up that up which some sort of evidence? It's not that the meetings needed more than one of us. Hectic enough already. Better it be the brother with the brains.

Edited 2012-09-04 00:10 (UTC)

Reckon they would. But they know they wouldn't need t' most nights. I can 'andle my drink. [Except not much, when it really comes down to it. At all.]

[Scotland grins, folding his arms across his chest. Trying to rile up England is something he does greatly enjoy.]

Eh? Evidence? Talk to France if yer so unsure. An' there's the Nordics. 'Am sure Wales an' North Irelain' like me better than ye an' all.

Hah. An' if brains were needed in them meetings ye sure would nae be there so often. Yer gotta admit, I've a bit more charm than yer'self, too, bruv.

Uh... huh.

[England doubts it too. Though he has no way of telling because if big bro is drunk, the little brother is sure to be in the same condition. Yay for a family full of pickled livers!]

Oh god, of course you would bring up France first. Yes, I am so fascinated by your old man alliance, do tell me more! And I thought you heeted Icelund. Most of those Nordics aren't so bad though, I suppose.

[It's less about Danelaw with Denmark as it is about his... loudness.]

Really, I'd rather be alone than popular with idiots. Not that I'm alone or anything. Or that I would mind being alone. Got it?

You have the charm of a warthog rolling in mud, and about the brains of one too. Oh, and of course the stench.

[England crosses his arms, puts his nose up in the air, and turns away with a HMPH.]

France's better company that ye. An' more fun to boot. He's always told me ye should stop this jealousy of 'im.

[He gives a smug smile; France will always bring Scotland joy as he brings England frustration and annoyance.]

An' o' course, aye, ye do nae mind bein' alone, as yer always sayin'. Couldn't forget that. [Scotland rolls his eyes. Does he believe it? Nope.]

What charm 'ave ye got, though, eh? Surprised yer invited back at all with the amount of fun ye suck out any room ye walk in. Make a warthog look all sorts of charmin', ye do.

[Not one to be out done when it comes to childishness and his little brother, Scotland leans back and away himself as though disgusted by England's own stench.]

[Scotland's plan to rile up England is most assuredly on the path to success, as usual. It's not entirely difficult to get under his skin, but who else than his brother would be the undisputed master? There's a few runner-ups, but still.]

Jealous? Jealous of that slimy frog?! You both fit together like two peas in a slimy, smelly pod. God, certainly you must have wept tears of joy at the possibility of marrying him!

[England looks out of the corner of his eye with a GLARE, quickly followed by a punch at Scotland's gut.]

Course yer jealous! Don' deny it—

[Scotland is about to go on say that, perhaps not tears, but England would've been better to consider that offer from France, and if it were him he would've been flattered, actually. But any response he might have had is cut short by the fist thrown to his stomach, which in hindsight he should perhaps have expected. Riling up his little brother that wasn't going to get many other results. Grimacing and grunting a little in pain, he reaches out to tackle in England into a headlock.]

[Fierce as England may be in a fight, he rarely can break free from such an entrapment. Scotland knows how to hold England by his handle, of course. But it doesn't mean he won't make attempts to escape with plenty of FLAILING LIMBS!]

GAH! Right under your smelly- let go, gitface! I'm denying nothing!

Yer denyin' stuff all the time—

[Scotland has done this before, no doubt, and it shows, but he's still no stronger than England and eventually his younger brother's flailing is a struggle enough that he lets go, pushing the other nation away from him. He steps back, raising a large eyebrow at England.]

I'd say that marryin' France'd be alright, aye! Can't imagin' how he felt, mind, havin' to propose to ye.

[England glares, now out of arm's reach, but oh he's thinking of ways to be sneaky and get the last hit in. ALWAYS WATCHING.]

As I suspected! And they say I have no taste. Just what's so good about the idiot, anyway?

[Scotland can see just what England's thinking and he's on guard for any incoming hits, quite ready to throw a punch back if so.]

Aye, and clearly ye do nae. He's nothin' like ye, that's 'bout good enough, if ye ask me.

I'm nothing like France? Ha, that's perhaps the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

[Blergh. France always manages to worm his way into these kinds of conversations. It's a quick way to get England's jimmies rustled, that's no secret. Stupid frog and his... Frenchness.]

[Scotland snorts, giving his brother a dirty look.] I didnae mean it as any sort've complement. France can be a bit've a prick sometimes, but he's a better fuckin' nation that ye, brother.

[He knows how the subject of France annoys England. And it satisfies Scotland to bring up the Frenchman just for the purpose.]

Doesn't change the fact that it still is the nicest thing you've said about me.

[England is fond of the "willfully dense" act at times.The art of bickering is to often switch strategies to throw the other off focus!]

And "better fuckin' nation"? Far too much information, thank you.

[Scotland is all too familiar with England's act of throwing the focus off, but he actually laughs at that, before raising a brow at his brother.]

Aye, dare say he is a better fuckin' nation that ye. Not that ye'd know.

Of course I wouldn't know! I have standards.

And I wasn't asking for details, in case you were even considering!

[England, at his height of maturity, sticks his tongue out as if he had a sudden bad taste in his throat. (Not like there's many other tastes that he has there usually, but uh.]

[Scotland just snorts, rebutting England's maturity with his own and giving his brother the two finger salute.]

I wouldn't give you 'em, if you asked, bruv.

Edited 2012-10-05 19:58 (UTC)

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having a creativity and motivation drain

/laaate tag

always accepting late tags u3u

/cuts in /drive-by? /can we have drive-bys here?

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This is no longer a drive-by. l-lol

Haha, I am very okay with this.

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Course! <3 Only if you don't mind.

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pfft I think so

/fuqdapolice not driving by anymore

WHEE OOO WHEE OOO /the RP police are here to take you into custody

THEY'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIIIIVE!!

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/the Konami code starts the GET DOWN music as it opens the cell

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