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canon: hetalia

/dusts OFF; looks for the voice again.

Yea.
Let's nae be forgettin' I'mmur over 'ere too.
Good on ye there, mate.

Dinnae be apologizing or nothin', though I'mmur doubtin' ya will.
Just 'and me a drink, ya bampot, 'for I box yer ears.

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But I was enjoying myself so much...

_{[ Scotland bares his teeth slightly, then puts his chin on his knuckles. ]}

God Almight.
I thought I 'ad properly gotten rid'f ya too.

Tell me what's the aggro.
A bit miffed over the fact I've decided to show about these parts again?

Well, you know me, I exist only to antagonise you. Could hardly leave you on your own, could I? Don't know how you'd manage.

But yes, it was quite pleasant, enjoying the fresh air again. Until you showed up.

[Love you, bro]

Tell me what it is ye've been daein' then.
Lemme guess, a'right.
Sitting about on yer properly cleaned chair, sippin' some revolting English tea, enjoyin' the particularly cloudy weather.

All things boring.

Like you're one to talk about weather!

Surely yer nae particularly daein' anythin' worth while. I've been about on me own, enjoying the freedom of bein' neglected. Oi, it's not so bad.
What sort of torment have you been put through as of late, or have you been equally ignored?

I'll have you know that she's in the middle of writing an application for me. Some of us have things to do, you know, we can't all just laze about like you.

[ Well, this looks somewhat familiar, now don't it? The last time Amelia watched an England and a Scotland fight with each other, it was Arthur Scotland was exchanging barbs with. This is much more interesting for her to watch, since this is the England from her version of the world. ]

Has someone else been more popular than you with the mun?

Yea. What of it.
I'mmur nae particularly fussed. She could at least acknowledge with a glass o' scotch.
S'all I'mmur askin'.

'Didn't say you were. I was just askin', but I guess a guilty conscience speaks for itself, huh?

[ And she gives one of her typical, obnoxiously sweet, million-watt smiles. ]

So who is it? Who's been cuttin' into your time?

It's a wonder she was ever able to forget a lad as pleasant as yourself.

[ not ]

_{[ He remembers you. A little. Who could forget all of that hair. ]}

Yea? I dinnae talk much. A lot of the other muses 'ere ae obnoxious as fuck. Suppose I just sort'a get lost in 'em.

[ she remembers scotland, too, even though she never did catch his name either of the times she'd interacted with him -- and will therefore make no attempt to hide her snort; as if a man who'd once pretended to ignore her for the newspaper when she'd pointed out that there was a baby of all things on the doorstep was in any position to be calling anyone obnoxious. ]

Oh, that's rich. I'd hate to meet their lot if even you're finding them to be a pain.

Intéressant, Ècosse, j'ai ce problème aussi! Except my problem cannot be cured with a drink, parce que je veux l'attention!

[ guess who's just clinging . . . ]

It would not be so terrible if it was because she was distracted by my citizens, but it is because of the stupid Anglais that I am being ignored! Quelle dommage! [ and that clinging has turned into a vice grip haven't you missed your buddy ole pal, scotty ] Je deteste l'Anglais! Why can it not at least be the Spanish, or perhaps the Scottish? Mon Descartes, even the Germans would be a better choice than the English.

_{[ There is a lot of staring; a lot of nose wrinkling; a lot of scowling. Scotland is frozen, listening to France's ranting for possibly two seconds until he tunes his words out with thoughts. Thoughts about why me. Thoughts pitying himself. Angry things, along the lines of how miserable he truly was. It was almost as much as how annoying France was, even if Scotland loved his best friend deep down.

There's a pause cause it doesn't register right away that France as stopped talking. Not like it mattered. He didn't hear a word from France as far as he was concerned.

There's one demand, and he makes sure to get his point across. ]}

Off!

I can't really blame your mun. Whoever they've been putting you aside for, they're probably far less of an annoyance.

[...Unless it's someone like France, of course.]

_{[ He chuckles here. ]}
Nay, dear brother. Me thinks y'would find this muse equally as aggravating.
Could it be that it's something we actually could agree on besides stopping a rammy for a strong drink?

Good God Almighty. It's a fuckin' miracle.

Well, hold your horses, I don't know who it is yet. I'm doubtful I'd prefer their presence to yours.

[England folds his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow at his brother.]

But who is it then, if you're so sure?

[Ulster will never stop glaring at his "brother." Theirs has been a bloody and complicated history of bullying, retaliation, and counter-retaliation. When he speaks, his voice sounds casual. If not paired with his intense glare, it could be mistaken for just friendly teasing.]

Heh. Drink. You wouldn't know a good bevvy from pig swill if it up and belted ye in the face.

[Technically, they drank the same whiskey, but eh. Details.]

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/dusts OFF; looks for the voice again.

Guess who I need to practice playing

hey stranger 8')

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t-tch, it's not like i missed bothering scotland or anything

oh

i almost threw eire at him again, too, but sleep called 8( /tsuns

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