homeless, looking (though muse assures she isn't)

[britainsbiscuits]

Come now. Why are you still crying? It's done, move on. You'll never get anywhere if you just sit here and feel sorry for yourself. Stiff upper lip, young lady. Does this have anything to do with that holiday?

...No, I'm not upset! I'm relieved, to be honest! It's her loss, the idiot. I'm not surprised. It was doomed from the start, but I'm not going to mope. I'm much too busy!

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[heroiccia]

Hm? What's goin' on Iggy?

[britainsbiscuits]

[blinks, looking up]

A-ah. America! N-nothing's going on! I'm fine. Right as rain!

[heroiccia]

Ya didn't sound fine.

[britainsbiscuits]

It's my Lady who is troubled! She needs to just move on.

[heroiccia]

Move on?

[britainsbiscuits]

That's right.

[heroiccia]

From what?

[britainsbiscuits]

[huff] Something stupid! It's none of your business!

[awesomemich]

Hmmm... [he blushes] Oh, I thought you were someone else... but... er... [he can't stand it she reminded him of Hungary] Are you sure you're alright? I mean, it's not awesome to be upset and since I'm here I will share my awesomeness.

[britainsbiscuits]

[how is she even like Hungary. she actually bristles at seeing him] I don't need your 'awesomeness.' Begone!

[awesomemich]

[she has green eyes like Hungary and was pretending to be tough even whenn she was obviously hurting. Too bad it wasn't physically or he'd rip the end of his cape and give her a bandage]

Kesesese~ Everyone needs my awesomeness! [not leaving]

[britainsbiscuits]

I don't want anything to do with you. [blunt]

[awesomemich]

[not going to take no for an answer]

Come on! [gringrin] You know you want this! Kesesesese~ [that came out a little more lewd than he intended]

[britainsbiscuits]

[unsure] I'm afraid I've sworn off any form of 'awesomeness' but my own. So I do not want, nor need, you.

[awesomemich]

Why would you do that?! [he can not believe it, obviously she hadn't had true awesomeness]

[babygotbach]

Oh, guten Abend, Frau England. Is something the matter?

...Holiday? Oh. Oh.

[britainsbiscuits]

No. Nothing is the matter. Not with me anyway.

[babygotbach]

You're quite certain? Very well, then.



...It is nearly Saint Valentine's Day, is it not? Lovely.

[Stuck in a stupid garden where her lover will never show up because he's a man, fuck everything >(]

[britainsbiscuits]

[it's better he's not there than having to look at the woman you love and not be able to be with her...]

Indeed. Not too far away.

[babygotbach]

[She's worried about him. Is he alright? No one's managed to hurt him in her absence, right? He doesn't miss her too terribly, right? But what if he doesn't miss her at all? So many worries, so many insecurities. Neither situation is a good one ;;]

Perhaps I'll bake myself a Sachertorte or something. And just spend the day with my piano. Sounds more pleasant than whatever mayhem the Queen may have planned.

[paprikaholic]

Oh, hi there!

[Hungary waves, smiling cheerfully as she approaches. She doesn't like seeing people who are sad. Especially not cute girls! So she's going to make it her responsibility to cheer up this one.]

[britainsbiscuits]

Ah, Lady Hungary. Good evening.

[paprikaholic]

It's been a while, Miss England. I hope you're well?

[britainsbiscuits]

.........Yes. I am fine...

[paprikaholic]

[She doesn't sound fine. Instead of prying, though, Hungary is just going to be the huggy friend here and give her a hug.]