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[keepscalm]

Characters: England and you!
Setting: Various (room 1-20, floors 28, 48, 3, 19)
Format: Starting action, will match!
Summary: A few more centuries have made England even broodier. Gross.
Warnings: England is affected by the event. He believes he has been in the Tower for 300 years. For full tl;dr, go here. Also, nation angst and potentially language.

scenario A♛ room 1-20
[If you're here, it's probably for one of three reasons:

You want to learn survival skills from that grumpy English dude,

You're visiting one of the other residents of 1-20,

or, you've run into some trouble with America and you're consulting his keeper.

(If you're here for the first reason, you probably heard about him through word-of-mouth, since it's not like he advertises his abilities any more.)

Whatever your reason, he's here, poring over books that he's taken from the libraries. They're stacked on the bedside table, on his trunk, and all around the bed. He isn't too worried about returning them. They vanish on their own eventually anyway.]

scenario B♛ floor 28
[He's made himself up a little area in the music room -- mostly because the din of the flashy media room is too much for him and he'd rather listen to other instruments than video games. He's sitting beside an amp with his bass in his lap, plugged in and strumming against the unmatching tunes of the Tower's instruments.

He doesn't play much. Mostly just one bassline, over and over.]

scenario C♛ floor 48
[Whenever he feels the temptation to do something stupid, he visits the graveyard instead. Usually he rests amongst the graves of the other nations.

Today, he sits propped up against the back of the headstone designated for one United States of America (there are three of those, by his count-- but this is the one he knows). There are actually individual flowers set by the graves of each nation, America included, but England acts as though he isn't the one that put them there.

Some of them are the national flowers. But some of those are hard to cultivate in the Tower, so he made do with what he had.

The sentiment is there, at least?]

scenario D♛ dorm floors or either of the libraries
[More than likely, he'll be found arsing around on the terminals, usually with books nearby. He looks so bored that he's obviously not doing anything important, and can be bothered at will.]

Comments

[harepiece]

["what a strange title!" is pretty much his only initial thought to that, and he selects a nearby music bench to plop himself down on, clearly gearing up for story time.]

What kind of instruments are used to play it? Are they like those things? [he gestures to both the bass and the amp] And the lyrics, what are they like?

[keepscalm]

[What. He didn't sign up for 20 Questions.

England gives the boy a withering look. Instead of answering all those questions like a polite human being, he counters:] What world are you from?

[Not that it really matters much since they're both equally stuck here, but jesus man one thing at a time.]

[harepiece]

[well that sure isn't any form of answer...! he looks perplexed for a second, trying to figure out what his world has to do with biting dust, and swings both feet forward.]

Some people would consider that rude, answering a question with a question. [a sigh and a shrug; it's clear he's not really bothered by it.] Probably not yours! Unless you have [insert the name of his country and some neighboring ones thank you vague canon], that is, but I haven't run into anyone else here who's heard of them.

[england might notice, however, that his attire is very par for the course for 19th century europe.]

[keepscalm]

Paragon of niceties, I am. [His sarcasm is drier than the Sahara. He's kind of beyond manners at this stage of Tower life.]

I didn't figure you were from mine. These were fairly common instruments in my world. [He looks the kid over once more -- he certainly looks like he could be from some kind of Earth, but then, so do a lot of the other humanoids around here.

He plucks a few more absent notes in his silence following that, and then finally decides to humour the kid's earlier questions.] It's usually played with about one more of this kind of thing-- [England briefly raises the neck of his bass to indicate it,] --they're called 'guitars'.

It's not really a happy song.

[harepiece]

You're not going to make any friends if you say things like that with such a sour face! [and with that little nugget of wisdom shared, he focuses his attention instead on the instrument.]

We have things that are kind of similar, I think. They don't sound like that or look perfectly like that, but there's a resemblance! I'm more used to violins and pianos, though. [at which he nods over toward the less than stellar piano off to the side.

another brief pause; he curls his hands to rest his chin atop before asking his next question.] What makes it sad?