[France's histrionics don't do much to pull England out of his alarmed reverie; in fact, they just exacerbate it. England normally couldn't give a toss about France's dramatics, and were England not so engulfed by the primal need to shy away from the pain of that almost-death, it might almost be comforting for France to react so normally. But now that the threat is real, more real than England thinks it's ever been, he doesn't have the patience to deal with France's terror alongside his own.]
—no! [His voice is just as loud, the force of his denial pushing his volume to a ragged shout. There's no forethought to the rejection, only reflex fuelled by a desperate need to survive and sheer anger that France could think to accept his fate so quickly.] Shut up!
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—no! [His voice is just as loud, the force of his denial pushing his volume to a ragged shout. There's no forethought to the rejection, only reflex fuelled by a desperate need to survive and sheer anger that France could think to accept his fate so quickly.] Shut up!