for the fresh new icons, game, and the possibility of a second game...

[unionjackass]

Dearest miss-- [Said with an air of sharp-tongued irritation; he still wants to be polite though.]

I quite appreciate the time and effort spent on those little boxes for... what I assume is my sake [ALTHOUGH HE HIGHLY DOUBTS THIS, CONSIDERING] but I can assure you that one game is enough--for the both of us.

Oh, it's not as if I wanted a holiday of sorts... [Yes, he wanted a holiday; from everything related to this metaspace and all others. Alas! One cannot always have what one wants.]

A-at any rate... At the end of the day, all I really truly ask for is that you spend your upcoming leisure time wisely. Flattering though all this is I think you ought to enjoy the weather on the rare occasions it's decent outside. O-or--reread your favorite novels!

I'm of the mind that one should spend one's precious moments as wisely as one can.

Now, I've one more question, if you don't mind me asking...

Why the bloody hell are you still awake?!

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[proteusmoon]

They are so very fond of those little boxes...

[ But aren't they so pretty! Well, some of them. ]

Ah, going somewhere without America? Does she want to send you somewhere with--

[ What was that other one's name? The one that doesn't belong to her mun... ]

--Russia?

[unionjackass]

O-oh--Hullo Miss Cecil! Yes, she was, but even she's uncertain about the wisdom of it. I think she ought to be happy with what she's already got, but do they ever really listen?

[allows himself a small sigh.]

[proteusmoon]

Hello, England.

[ She smiles cheerily in spite of his exasperated sighing. ]

Well, she likes having you meet new people. That's something to be happy about, at least.

[ Yes, she's grossly optimistic normally. ]

[unionjackass]

I suppose that might be true, but really I've met plenty of people throughout my history. If you ask me, it'd make so much more sense to leave things as they are.

[It's okay Cecil. England has experience in dealing with people who are grossly optimistic.]

[proteusmoon]

Simply because you've met many surely does not mean you wish to stop meeting new people, does it? I never suspected you might be that sort of person— even if your home is on an island.

[ America may have let it slip once or twice that the whole "nation island" thing is sometimes an excuse England uses, so she's shooting it down preemptively. Just in case. ]

[unionjackass]

What do you mean, "that sort of person"? Awful things tend to happen in these games, that's all there is to it and I know I don't need to tell you that.

[IT IS KIND OF A BARRIER OK. Dammit Alfred.]

[statesunited]

CONGRATULATIONS ON THE BABY!

[unionjackass]

A bit late for that! But... Thank you, America. We're all very happy.

[statesunited]

Well, I've been dealing with a very serious threat against me! It's crazy at the capital!

[unionjackass]

Do you mean an actual threat or just something ridiculous and stupid? [crosses his arms over his chest. 8| ]

[statesunited]

[GROWLING AND POCKING AT HIS HEAD.] Stupid old man! Don't insult me when I came to congratulate you during a terrible time!

[statusquodebt]

[ Yes, yes, he's late -- he's real sorry about that -- but better late than never, right! Right. ]

...Wait, I thought the headspace was your vacation!

[ It certainly is to him, after all. Well, except for the fighting. Nobody likes the fighting. But everything else is pretty damn good, when you think about! What's to need a vacation from? ]

[unionjackass]

I meant a holiday from this-- [waves vaguely.] This--oh I do hate breaking the fourth wall--this website. And I'd like to be left alone if all she intends to do is make me miserable. It's not as if I'm already miserable to begin with.

Not that... not that there aren't certain things that are very--ah--very good about...

[He clears his throat and shoves his hands into his pockets.]

It's the more unpleasant things I could do without, that's all!

[statusquodebt]

England, I think talking to your mun counts as breaking the fourth wall too, y'know.

[ He smirks a little at that. But he's relieved to hear that the older nation doesn't find their time together taxing. ]

I don't think she's trying to make you miserable all the time. You're just way too uptight, so everything becomes terrible.

[unionjackass]

Everything already is terrible, you're just too bloody oblivious to notice.

[londinium]

Give the poor girl a break.

[unionjackass]

Who are you and what've you done with London?

[londinium]

I'm wounded quite frankly.

[And playing up for the audience. Best behaviour in public. More or less. Sometimes.]

[unionjackass]

[he rolls his eyes.]

It's not a break what she needs, it's motivation. I'm being motivational, that's all.

[londinium]

You're not in my head per se, but we are rather attached. I feel I'm in a position to perhaps suggest that it IS a break she needs.

[brenin]

[ the words are lost on her. it's the feeling that bids her to stop, and stare in complete and utter silence. she is no longer 'saber' in this moment but only arturia, standing before a person who feels like the home she's failed.

it makes no sense -- at all. that even by observing him there is such a strong feeling of britain that she could never mistake, never misplace no matter the shape, appearance or sound.

but it's only one man, only a person -- and britain was a country. a glorious, great country that king arthur could not uphold. she does not understand why looking at him makes her feel ashamed. ]

..What are you?

[unionjackass]

... P--Pardon, miss? Sorry, um-- Are you quite alright?

[brenin]

[ she is a king, not some gawking child. she has never been one to falter in words. ]

You are not human, correct?

[unionjackass]

Y-yes, that's right. [He honestly hopes he hasn't done something to upset this poor woman.] I'm--well if we want to be formal, I'm the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

But--please, Arthur Kirkland is fine, really.

I'm sorry, you're certain you're alright...?

[brenin]

[ what. how. the feeling of familiarity was more than coincidence but for a moment her mind is frozen. it isn't possible. britain cannot be a person, one single person.

and if he were, would she have the gall to face him as the king who had 'fathered' him? look him in the eyes with any measure of pride for all her great failures? it is no easy thing to display one's heart -- and yet there's a narrowing of her eyes. ]

You speak madness. Do you take me for a fool? What blasphemy do you speak that you would claim to be Britain?

[ and yet her heart aches. the grief, of countless, immeasurable years weighs on it, something she'd abandoned. and in turn, with it comes regret, shame, and that all-consuming love that had spurned her to pull the sword in the first place. ]

I will not deny I felt it keenly when I saw you, but a single form could not hope to capture the glory of that land.