[The sight of England's frame moving around when he talks nearly scares France to death. The voice is there, the tone is there, but the body is like something out of a Hollywood sci-fi movie. It's artificial and downright absurd, and were France not so sure who he was talking to, he'd swear up and down that this... thing was not England. But there's his soul, glowing plain as day, and France can't bring himself to doubt the validity of it.
He winces when England's grip tightens over his wrist (no, not his wrist, something else's wrist that he's just using for a while), but he doesn't back off. If anything, he tightens his own, almost out of instinct, always trying to one-up England even in times like these.]
Fils de pute, do they think I am cheap?
[He's in no mood for trying to put up an air of physical superiority when he's just a 3D model, but the words come out before he can stop himself. He's already broken down too much. He won't let himself fall any farther in front of England.
Against his will, though, his chest rises and falls with the quickness of a man who's just flown down two flights of stairs, dodging screaming, sobbing people in almost every color of the rainbow as he went.]
This is impossible. Improbable. I can't- [He draws in a breath, puffing out his chest to make himself look bigger than he feels.] I do not know how I can believe this.
[Just words, of course. There's no more room for plausible deniability here.]
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He winces when England's grip tightens over his wrist (no, not his wrist, something else's wrist that he's just using for a while), but he doesn't back off. If anything, he tightens his own, almost out of instinct, always trying to one-up England even in times like these.]
Fils de pute, do they think I am cheap?
[He's in no mood for trying to put up an air of physical superiority when he's just a 3D model, but the words come out before he can stop himself. He's already broken down too much. He won't let himself fall any farther in front of England.
Against his will, though, his chest rises and falls with the quickness of a man who's just flown down two flights of stairs, dodging screaming, sobbing people in almost every color of the rainbow as he went.]
This is impossible. Improbable. I can't- [He draws in a breath, puffing out his chest to make himself look bigger than he feels.] I do not know how I can believe this.
[Just words, of course. There's no more room for plausible deniability here.]