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towerofanimus2013-07-01 05:30 pm
keepscalm) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-01 05:30 pm
12. when I do count the clock that tells the time
Characters: [OU] England (keepscalm), close CR, and anyone who came from England's network post!
Setting: Room 1-20 and various; put your scenario in the subject line!
Format: Starting action, though I will gladly match! c:
Summary: Zo has given England a gift, and he wants to share it with those who deserve to know.
Warnings: Lots of ugly nation feelings, potentially lots of other ugly feelings too.
scenario A♛ Room 1-20 (closed tocolonial)
[He wakes up with a thickness in his head that has stayed familiar, even despite all the other things that have changed since he arrived here. His nose is congested and there's a persistent tickle in his throat, despite the fact that there's nothing around to even get sick from.
July is finally upon him.
The glasses on the bedside table catch his attention before the notes. Trying not to disturb America with his shifting, he reaches over to grab the spectacles and the papers. He's touched by Zo's sincerity as he reads on; he hadn't expected a response, but he's glad that his gratitude was heard.
He's not sure about the glasses, though. Not that he particularly distrusts Zo, but England isn't certain how a pair of glasses is going to help anything. Still, he puts them on nonetheless.
Not much seems to change until he looks down at America. His stomach lurches unpleasantly at the sight of his tiny charge's soul within his body — not this, not again, he's tired of having this rubbed in his face — but something seems different, even with the gut reaction of rage and disgust at seeing America's soul.
When he tilts his head, leans in a bit closer, England can see that it isn't just one soul, as it has been every other time. It's— hundreds, thousands of souls, and then England realises: America's people.
His people, once upon a time.
They're all still there. America's soul is still— it's still America.
England sets a hand on America's shoulder and shakes him gently. His voice is urgent.] America— America, wake up.
[Maybe it's not real. Maybe it's just more of the glamour, and Zo has just given him an empty comfort. But England has never wanted more badly to see anything in his life.]
scenario B♛ Various (closed to close CR)
[He checks their dorm rooms first — Zelda is closest down from his, and then there's Link at the end, France is up a few floors — and if they're not there, he'll continue on to their usual haunts. The glasses are cradled protectively in his hands; he doesn't want to risk breaking them, and so despite being in a rush, does his best to avoid collisions with anyone.
When he finds one of the people he's looking for, he calls out their name. There's an excitement and urgency in his voice that's uncharacteristic of him even on a good day; it's downright surreal, given his emotional state during the past month.]
scenario C♛ Room 1-20 (open)
[He waits in his dormitory, seated on his bed with the glasses on the nightstand. The notes from Zo are tucked away in the drawer; they're a tad personal, and though England doesn't mind offering the comfort of the glasses, he doesn't really want to have to explain the details of his communication with Zo.
Of course, he can't be sure that these will offer anyone any comfort at all. But they at least deserve to see.]
keepscalm), close CR, and anyone who came from England's network post!Setting: Room 1-20 and various; put your scenario in the subject line!
Format: Starting action, though I will gladly match! c:
Summary: Zo has given England a gift, and he wants to share it with those who deserve to know.
Warnings: Lots of ugly nation feelings, potentially lots of other ugly feelings too.
scenario A♛ Room 1-20 (closed to
colonial)[He wakes up with a thickness in his head that has stayed familiar, even despite all the other things that have changed since he arrived here. His nose is congested and there's a persistent tickle in his throat, despite the fact that there's nothing around to even get sick from.
July is finally upon him.
The glasses on the bedside table catch his attention before the notes. Trying not to disturb America with his shifting, he reaches over to grab the spectacles and the papers. He's touched by Zo's sincerity as he reads on; he hadn't expected a response, but he's glad that his gratitude was heard.
He's not sure about the glasses, though. Not that he particularly distrusts Zo, but England isn't certain how a pair of glasses is going to help anything. Still, he puts them on nonetheless.
Not much seems to change until he looks down at America. His stomach lurches unpleasantly at the sight of his tiny charge's soul within his body — not this, not again, he's tired of having this rubbed in his face — but something seems different, even with the gut reaction of rage and disgust at seeing America's soul.
When he tilts his head, leans in a bit closer, England can see that it isn't just one soul, as it has been every other time. It's— hundreds, thousands of souls, and then England realises: America's people.
His people, once upon a time.
They're all still there. America's soul is still— it's still America.
England sets a hand on America's shoulder and shakes him gently. His voice is urgent.] America— America, wake up.
[Maybe it's not real. Maybe it's just more of the glamour, and Zo has just given him an empty comfort. But England has never wanted more badly to see anything in his life.]
scenario B♛ Various (closed to close CR)
[He checks their dorm rooms first — Zelda is closest down from his, and then there's Link at the end, France is up a few floors — and if they're not there, he'll continue on to their usual haunts. The glasses are cradled protectively in his hands; he doesn't want to risk breaking them, and so despite being in a rush, does his best to avoid collisions with anyone.
When he finds one of the people he's looking for, he calls out their name. There's an excitement and urgency in his voice that's uncharacteristic of him even on a good day; it's downright surreal, given his emotional state during the past month.]
scenario C♛ Room 1-20 (open)
[He waits in his dormitory, seated on his bed with the glasses on the nightstand. The notes from Zo are tucked away in the drawer; they're a tad personal, and though England doesn't mind offering the comfort of the glasses, he doesn't really want to have to explain the details of his communication with Zo.
Of course, he can't be sure that these will offer anyone any comfort at all. But they at least deserve to see.]
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[France laughs again, then, possessed by his joy, tilts his head to plant a big, firm kiss on England's cheek.]
I would not dream- [Another smooch.] -of letting- [And another.] -any harm come to them! [One for the road.] Honhon!
[He pulls back, eyes as bright as his smile behind the glasses, confident that he won't have earned himself a punch while he's still wearing them. Though, truth be told, he wasn't trying to get a rise out of England. A Frenchman can only contain his joy for so long. England just happens to be on the receiving end of his affections today.]
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England nods down the hallway, in the direction of the bathrooms.] We can have a go at the mirrors, if you want.
[He pretty much has no doubt whatsoever that France will want to see himself in the mirror.]