...A-ah. The Lady tells me you... are Loki's wife? [he'll try to be polite but. uh. he's happy with that guy right now] Does that make you a Norse goddess?
[ she puts a hand to her breast. ] True that I am a goddess of the Norn regions, but I prefer to be called Vanir, as it is heritage to which I give homage.
[ she snorts in a most undignified manner. ] It all depends upon the whims of these writers. Currently, I am magnificently Sigyn, not taken by any man or woman.
I and my mundane send all our well wishes to you and your mundane. [ She rises on her tiptoes and places a kiss upon UK's forehead. ] Hail to the Queen, yes?
[ She puts gentle hands upon his shoulders, looking upon his face closely. ] I do hope that you will suffer no trouble within your game. You do not look at all the kind of man who would deserve ill treatment.
Bloody walk in the park, no. I do believe that there are hardship you will have to face, but there is golden victory on the horizon. I know so. I was named for Victory the day I was born.
He teamed up with Prussia and the both of them cut out my heart. Loki placed some sort of magical item in my chest to take its place while Prussia is keeping my heart in a box.
How dare he! Of course, Loki would use a crutch. He is as pathetically inadequate with handling his own doings as he is in bed, or so Mother tells me...
[ Did the Earth just start to shake? ]
The coward.
For what purpose do you take this Great Kingdom's heart, Horse-Rutting Liar!!
The mongrels!! They do not face us here because they fear pain. Oh, what pain they know will be a salve in comparison to the Hel I will rain upon their weak-hearted bodies.
[ Traditionally, Amelia feels she ought to make a good attempt to scare the living hell out of Arthur, but given apparent circumstances, it probably isn't a great idea. Neither is what she's actually going to do, of course, but it's also probably not a bad idea either. ]
While he does that, Amelia quickly places his gift of a jack o' lantern and a tiny black Bombay kitten with copper-gold eyes at his feet. 'Hope you really like cats, England, because there're no refunds or exchanges on American Halloween gifts— especially not when they come with a collar tag that says "From all of us" on the back.
And even less so when the deliverer of aforementioned gifts takes off like a rocket, because she's (embarrassingly) not equipped for pleasant conversation on DM very often. ]
[ Everyone on this side of the street had an "ugh"-worthy Halloween too, England. The Americas find it extremely unacceptable for anyone to have a bad Halloween and the fact that many of their citizens are also having a rough time for the holiday makes them want to try a little harder to cheer up anyone they can, if they can. Hence, cat.
The kitten has a star-shaped tag and bell on a red collar around her neck, and she's just young enough that her fur hasn't quite become sleek yet. She also hasn't learned to fear much yet, so when England reaches out to pet her, she rears up on her hind legs and tries to catch his fingers between her paws with another little squeak. ]
[hgdfjkghk abububu. he laughs because she's just so cute. here, you can play with his finger, even if you bite]
You're so young! Do you have an owner? [he gently attempts to look at the tag. his eyes widen a little upon reading it. this kitten, with the jack-o-lantern...]
[ Which she does, because wow, a human-nation-person-type-thing finger! She doesn't really bite hard though, not having developed proper strength in her jaws at the moment, but enough to leave pinch marks for a few seconds. Soon, she gets bored with nipping at England's skin and moves on to licking, because if he's going to pet her, she'd rather smell like herself once he's finished, instead of like human-nation-person-type-thing. Affection has yet to play into the game, but he's nice so far, so no complaints from her. ]
[oh. well this is quite the surprise. the last person England expected to talk to him would be Scotland. and yet, here he is. he rubs the back of his head, not even the least bit frustrated by his presence. yet.]
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[ she snorts in a most undignified manner. ] It all depends upon the whims of these writers. Currently, I am magnificently Sigyn, not taken by any man or woman.
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Hail to the Queen. And thank you for your condolences.
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[just. the longest pause here]
.......You'd think that, wouldn't you? Considering I'm just coming from an awful time, this new world should be a bloody walk in the park, yeah?
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Yes, well, I did not expect losing my heart to be one of those hardships. And, before you ask, no, I do not mean in the romantic sense. Unfortunately.
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LOKI SHALL PAY!!
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[ Did the Earth just start to shake? ]
The coward.
For what purpose do you take this Great Kingdom's heart, Horse-Rutting Liar!!
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I'm sure he did it for fun.
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I will be doing the same to Prussia.
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I appreciate your enthusiasm, fair goddess. You have cheered me up a smidge.
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[ aaaand now you are going to get like the biggest kiss ever. ]
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what a pleasant encounter!]
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Holy shit, England, what's that?!
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While he does that, Amelia quickly places his gift of a jack o' lantern and a tiny black Bombay kitten with copper-gold eyes at his feet. 'Hope you really like cats, England, because there're no refunds or exchanges on American Halloween gifts— especially not when they come with a collar tag that says "From all of us" on the back.
And even less so when the deliverer of aforementioned gifts takes off like a rocket, because she's (embarrassingly) not equipped for pleasant conversation on DM very often. ]
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after he's finished glancing around he sees nothing. he huffs a little and then he hears a meow]
Hey. Where did you come from, poppet? [crouches down to pet! and look at that cool unionjack-o-lantern!]
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The kitten has a star-shaped tag and bell on a red collar around her neck, and she's just young enough that her fur hasn't quite become sleek yet. She also hasn't learned to fear much yet, so when England reaches out to pet her, she rears up on her hind legs and tries to catch his fingers between her paws with another little squeak. ]
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You're so young! Do you have an owner? [he gently attempts to look at the tag. his eyes widen a little upon reading it. this kitten, with the jack-o-lantern...]
You're... a gift? For me?
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when he doesn't find anyone, he sighs and picks up the jack-o-lantern and the kitten] Come along, my dear. I'll get you some food. ♥
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[And no, Scotland's probably not going to make him feel much better.]
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Ah, I'm alright.
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Really? [He smirks, disbelieving.]
Shame, that.
[He's joking. Mostly.]
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Too bad. You're wasting your time.