dear_mun | rustier than a 1600's shipwreck dinerware set

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rustier than a 1600's shipwreck dinerware set

[Out from the depths of my mind emerges the ever irascible and tenacious England! He looks like he's been through quite the harrowing journey through a dark and labyrinthine place. Wrong turn at Albuquerque, perhaps?]

Finally. I've managed my way, somehow. Not that I had ever a doubt! Who would want to be trapped in that dungeon forever?

[He brushes himself off, sticks his nose in the air, and would probably pat his own back for such a job well done because he thinks he's some hot shit.]

Anyway. My impressive feats aside... to business.

Do you have anything to say about not tagging in several weeks now? And all but abandoning your game?

[Heh, that reminds me that I still wanna see Wreck-It Ralph.]

OI! Focus here! I didn't struggle through a deadly swamp of a brain so you could laugh at me! You didn't even leave any tea in the back of your head. How bloody considerate.

And even if you say you only are managing this post because of the fifth of November, it would behoove you to at least try to pick up where you left off, "embarrassed slinking" be damned...

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Keh heh... Be nice, old man. It was mostly my fault. You can't really blame her.

[After all, look at him. When you're this "charismatic", nothing is uncontrollable! This mind belongs to him now! MWAHAHAHA!]

[DANGEROUS POINTY FINGER.]

You! Out of here, brat! She doesn't even use you!

[Aww, but he likes men with British accents ~~even if it's only in the dub~~...

Nevertheless, he makes like a tree and gets out of here.]

[And from the depths of her own Mun's head space, here is Liechtenstein, complete with a tea set. She smiles to England pleasantly as she always does.]

My Mun says you'd like some tea, Mr. England.

[Laying his eyes on tea... he has the look of a man who has travelled through the desert and has spotted an oasis! But he tres to keep a sense of propriety. He's back in the realm of manners and such now. Yes.

Still. Tea all but runs in his blood.]

Like... yes... I'd quite like some tea, if you do not mind. It's been far too long!

[She continues to smile, as sweet as can be, then heads to a very conveniently placed table and chair set to get started on preparing tea for England.]

Please have a seat. [Liechtenstein motions graciously to an empty seat.]

[Quickly takes a seat.]

Geh. There were many monsters in that place. Monsters, I tell you. Have you ever been trapped in that kind of place?

It would certainly be good to see England-san again.

However, you should not be so harsh on your mun. The fact that she let you out is a sign that she still cares for you.

...I would also offer my own tea, or perhaps a chance to relax at an onsen, if your mun would allow it.

[ England looks like he could use the relaxation. ]

Hmph...

She has no need to interject with what I do in my own personal time. I would like to visit one of those onsen places again... I once met someone who claimed to be an old friend of yours there, you know!

But she is the one who lets you out as she wishes.

[ curiously regards England's words ]

...A friend? I've had many friends over the years, but unfortunately, I cannot remember them all...

If an old friend indicated as such that they remember me, I would be honored.

[He only mumbles some stuff under his breath about mundanes and their fickle ways before keeping the subject on relaxation. He don't need more stress.]

Indeed! He gave me some medicine... ah, well, he left soon afterwards.

[He still feels this twinge of sadness for that poor guy. Few things are more painful than being forgotten by someone you care for, after all. But as long as the two of them are still alive, there's always a little bit of hope... right?]

It's best to have someone to talk to in one of those things. Though, after a while I did nearly turn into a prune.

Medicine?

[ he looks curious at that, but decides to not inquire further, unless England elaborates. ]

...It seems you two talked for a long time, though, from the sound of it.

[ he's not trying to prevent himself from imagining a pruny England, nope. ]

And I agree... having someone to talk to at an onsen is always nice.

Perhaps you and I can have a stay at one of those onsen places, then! Er, that is, if you don't mind.

Not that I would really like you to join me- er, not that I wouldn't- ah.

If you'd like to.

...I would not mind.

[ . . . ]

And I would like to.

[ he's gotten somewhat used to England's reactions by now. ]

Ah, good, good... and perhaps we can go out to dinner after it. Er, if you don't mind that either.

[ . . . . ]

Dinner would be nice, too.

Ah, but perhaps it could be from my place.

[ because English cooking. ]

[ but what is this ]

[ it almost sounds like an invitation for a date? But surely that can't be right. ]

...We give it until the 6th.

[JESUS CHRIST IT'S A DEMON GET IN THE CAR

Not only that, but a demon that uses the royal We... It's already past Halloween, one is around lurking? DEMONS THESE DAYS... he's just going to keep a wide breadth away. The bewitching good looks don't fool him.]

If she even dares to think about putting me back on the metaphorical shelf, I'll-!

... write a sternly worded letter... and this and that...

[ Says the one who SUMMONS these things as a side-hobby.

You may think it's the royal "we" he's using, but it's not; he actually means it. The other muses, the mun, and Jersey are all taking bets on how long this is going to last. The smart money seems to be on "until Tuesday, but don't hold your breath". ]

Yeah, sure. Right after you do all those tags you have piling up, right? She probably doesn't even remember what they are anymore.

[He doesn't like the ones he didn't summon. Unless they're cute.

And you're definitely not cute, demon that resembles America. NOT ONE BIT. UH. Maybeifyouwerealittledemonamerica. He's pretty convinced this is a Queen Demon on his hands. Probably would like some gin.]

Hmph... tags involving me are actually rather short in supply. My brethren and sistren have yet to emerge.

[He gestures to the thing he just clambered out of. It's a dark and scary place... though he is talking to a queen demon who chills out in Hell so.]

[ Excuse you— he doesn't hang out in Hell and he is a Duke, not a queen. Fuck you, England. Fuck you hard with a pineapple and without lube. ]

'Figures the least important one would be the one who survives...

[You want this bandage over his butt to stay there longer, your royal fiendishness?! It's already stuck there because the mun forgot how to into DW icon trick.]

Wha-

[Ooh gurl. GUUUUUUURL. GUUUUUUUUURL. He ain't takin' none of yo sass.]

Least important?! Why, you- Now, I know you're some something out of an American B-movie horror flop, but that gives you no right to cast me as a role in it!

[ The icon trick does not exist anymore. It is good and truly fixed forever.

Aaaaaaaaaand now you've done it. ]

Oh? Doesn't it?

[ The Jersey Devil's lips stretch into a grin, but he mostly does it just to show his teeth— which aren't exactly human-like. ]

'You know what my favorite thing about you nations is? I can try killing you over and over and over again, but you just won't stay dead.

[NOOOOOOOOOO that means trying to sort out icons again- oh good lordy lord. England tries to look like he didn't just pee himself. Which he didn't. Yeah.

He's enough of that anyway ~~having to drink his own piss in his journey~~.]

Well, at least my plans aren't ever foiled by salt!

Perhaps you should make them a schedule. Strict organization would be a good way to solve this problem.

[Despite how he finds Germany INCREDIBLY anal-retentive (and they say England has a stick up his bum!), England is often more inclined to side with him on the whole deal about organization and such when he has a slob like America to compare to. He'll take folded socks over the snack bag encrusted floor...]

A schedule is exactly what she needs. She's far too easily distracted from any task, not just RP! As soon as she starts on one thing, she thinks of doing another. It's terribly annoying, counter-productive, and generally exhausting. Geh. Her mind is a scattered mess. It's why it took so long for me to escape it!

[He could go on for hours...]

[ He tends to take everything England says with a grain of salt. Also- this isn't the Wold Cup, and far beyond the wars of past, so he's considerably less hostile (even if the world cup was mostly in good sport....mostly) ]

Mhm, that sounds awfully familiar. It seems you've already told them how this behavior makes you feel, and how detrimental it is to you. I suggest stepping it up a bit more, put your foot down and give them a detailed schedule. Give them consequences if it isn't taken as seriously as it should be.

[HDU bring that up (even if mentally), Germany. H D U.

He takes out a notepad and scribbles furiously.]

Indeed... this has been a problem for her for quite a while. And I'm tired of dealing with it! She claims it's all about "momentum"- when not pushed enough, she stays at a standstill.

It's why I never rest on my laurels, so to speak!

[ It was a good game ♥

The look on his face looks a bit more thoughtful though. There's a bit of a translation error. ]

Mm, some need more encouragement than others...

Why would you rest on laurels?

[Not sure if thinly-veiled insult about having few things to be proud of, or pure misunderstanding-

Nah, Germany seems to be the last person to be able to do that. England knows all there is to insulting others.]

That is to say that I never get carried away with my pride!

[If England's nose could grow...]

[ Don't mind him, he's biting his lip and covering his mouth with a gloved hand. No, Germany, no...no...keep it together. You can... - no. This is too much. He's snickering. ]

Mphhgmgm.... j-ja... of course!

[ Though let's be honest here, Germany was never one to be wishy-washy with how he felt about things. ]

You're joking, right?

[WAIT. Now he sense mocking. England can sense it like a shark smells blood in the water.]

What? Do I look like I am joking? What makes you think I am joking? Hm?

Well, because...

... let's be honest here. I've fought countless wars and sports with you. You're very prideful and you let it get to your head.

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rustier than a 1600's shipwreck dinerware set

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now for all of my old threads to look funny with changed icons

/patpats!

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//Wreck it Ralph is great, I mean er-

eeeee eventually I will go see it...

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finally sorts out icons. bwargh

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