About New Muses

[godsavesarcasm]

We've got new arrivals, I see. I suppose it was only a matter of time; it's not as if it isn't common for you to pick up new people from somewhere completely different from the norm. I just hope you realize the responsibility you've taken on once again. While I understand that it's the Mundane's prerogative to do as they want with their Muses, I would still like to impress on the fact that you should treat them well and kindly. Or as well and kindly as you're capable of since you and your kind do make a wicked pastime out of tormenting us one way or another.

[England pauses as the Mun pouts and whines about "being good" and "England scaring the newbies" and he almost rolls his eyes. Almost.]

I'm merely stating facts and if it puts the fear of Mundane in them, then good for them. They should be scared and prepared. Lord knows you're capable of such cruelty and chaos. I wasn't born yesterday, you know? And they should heed my advice.

[He grows quiet again as he glances out a nearby window. It's raining and he seems to calm with its familiarity.]

You're nervous about them; I could feel it. They're new and unfamiliar and you're afraid of failing and disappointing them. But really, after taking on Prussia? Spain? All the others? Myself? Are you sure you've got something to fear?

[The rain falls harder and he moves to get up. This weather is perfect for a cup of tea and a new book.]

Don't work yourself up too much over it, dear. I'm sure you'll do well. It'll work out. And if it doesn't, well then. We're all still here. We're not going anywhere.

Meanwhile, would you like a cup of tea? I know you've got that lemongrass, ginger and citrus blend and I have the feeling that that will cheer you right up. How about it?

Comments

[potatomasher]

[That was a pretty well done lecture there. He probably would applaud you for it, if Germany were the type to do so. But as it is, he shall merely nod in quiet approval.]

Well said, England.

[godsavesarcasm]

[It was a pretty good speech and since he's England and he tries his best to be a gentleman at all times, he merely inclines his head toward Germany.]

Thank you, Germany.

[potatomasher]

Sadly there is never a guarantee that they will listen to our words.

[godsavesarcasm]

You are so very right. We'll just have to wait and see what happens and hope for the best.

[potatomasher]

It is good if there is still something to hope for. This means the case isn't entirely lost yet.

[godsavesarcasm]

I definitely agree.

How has your Mun been treating you?

[potatomasher]

Well, I can't complain. I have some quiet time and not too many responsibilities to attend to. Though at times it would be nice to get out more...

[im_on_a_20]

Dude, you're fucking rambling.

[Look who it is.]

[godsavesarcasm]

I beg your--

[Stares. Why do you remind him of someone?]

[im_on_a_20]

Don't beg man, it's ain't proper.

[godsavesarcasm]

It was merely part of the expression.

And how may I help you?

[im_on_a_20]

Shit dog, you can't help me with nothin'.

Was just sayin' that ya were ramblin' on worse than those fools in Congress.

[godsavesarcasm]

Perhaps it's mere rambling for you but to me, I'm just making my points as clear as possible.

[im_on_a_20]

Nah, to me it sounds like normal, English speak.

[godsavesarcasm]

And there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

[im_on_a_20]

It's way too stuffy dude. And you ramble too much, ya should cut yer mun a break.

[godsavesarcasm]

If she didn't want to be lectured, she should have chosen someone else to speak.

[For it's not as if he enjoys doing this or anything.]

[im_on_a_20]

[Could have fooled him. He knows all about the British types. And the best way to make them blee-wet themselves.]

You're right, you don't really come off as someone who gives good advice, homie.

[godsavesarcasm]

[Burrrn.]

For your information, I give perfectly good advice!

[He's England. He's good at this and nagging and fussing and mother henning!]

[im_on_a_20]

Could've fooled me dude. Maybe you're the one in need of good advice.

[godsavesarcasm]

Is that so?

[im_on_a_20]

Yeah, it is.

[godsavesarcasm]

I suppose this advice is to come soon...

[im_on_a_20]

If ya ain't careful then ya won't like what the advise is, or how it's given.

[godsavesarcasm]

...I doubt I'd like this advice either way.

[im_on_a_20]

My advice to you would be to stop yo bitch ass whinin', and to not make such fuckin' long rants.

...Do ya even know who I am dog?

[godsavesarcasm]

Yes, well, I hope you don't mind if I decide to decline your advice.

...You do seem familiar...

[im_on_a_20]

The fuck I won't, you can take and toss it in the trash later, but ya ain't gonna refuse, ya feelin' me?

Shit, I better.

[francaisprincesse]

Are they sexy new muses, Angleterre~!?

[godsavesarcasm]

[SPUTTERS!]

W-what kind of question is that?!

[francaisprincesse]

Oh mon cher, only the most important~! I'm sure you noticed if they are sexy, non~!?

[godsavesarcasm]

And it's hardly any of your business i-if I think as such!

[francaisprincesse]

Ooolala~!

So mon cheri thinks they are sexy, non~!? Do they have sexy eyebrows like you do~!?

[godsavesarcasm]

[S-SPUTTERS EVEN MORE!]

Cease with your questions! They're out of line!

[francaisprincesse]

[And that reaction excites France more. So she goes closer and clings to England]

What will you do if I don't ^_~