Application: A_Facility
OOC Information:
Name: Pidge
Age: 19
AIM: hellzabeth7
MSN: --
Y!M: lizzysworld2345@yahoo.co.uk (IM program never used)
E-MAIL: ditto Yahoo address, though I check my Hotmail too.
IC Information:
Name: Arthur Kirkland (aka, England, Aka the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, aka the British Empire, aka Britannia etc)
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: 1854
Age: Approx. 1800 years old?
Appearance: Scruffy, straw-coloured hair and bright green eyes. He’s quite short in stature (but still the same height as France, dammit) and lightly built. Under his clothes, which are usually either a suit or his sailing outfit, (which look pretty much like your stereotypical pirate's outfit,) he has many scars, most of them quite old. He’s also pale as hell, because England is 100% overcast 58% of the year, and sunburns easily. He has very... distinctive eyebrows. Okay yeah they're huge. He's been teased about them his whole life, have fun.
Abilities: It's 1854, and England is at the top of his game. His trade is booming, his Empire grows by the day, and he's just finished kicking France out of Africa. Considering this, and the fact he's the anthropomorphic personification of a country, England is pretty damn hard to kill. Aside from that, he's an excellent shot with a gun and a bow, can fence like a boss, and will gladly manipulate, bribe and con his way into getting what he wants. That isn't to say he is without morals; there are lines even he won't cross (unless there's enough in it for him). He can also knit and sew and brews a mean cup of tea, but those are all rather domestic things he'd rather nobody brought up.
Personality: Okay here's the thing; England in the 1850's kind of an arsehole. Part of the reason for this is that he runs on Victorian morals. He's sexist. He's cruel. He's discriminatory and self-righteous and stuck up. The other part of the reason is that England is an Empire. He's taking over the world and not particularly nice about it.
Which isn't to say he doesn't have the potential to be nice about other things. He's got plenty enough of a sentimental side to him, which can most easily be seen when he's talking to fae (which nobody else can see, so they all think he's a bit mad on that account) or to those few people he actually trusts (see Wales and Portugal). But England's stance on how to treat other people can often come off as... shall we say, "mean". On first meeting, he will decide if making friends with you will be to his benefit or not. If so, he will be the perfect gentleman, possibly the most polite man you've ever met. He'll hold open doors for you, invite you over for tea and perhaps even tell you tales of adventures on the high seas. If he decides that he doesn't need you, he'll probably just ignore you. Until you piss him off. Once England is pissed off, you are going to be down in his bad books, which means he will be doing anything he can to make your life a misery.
But that's just England's attitude to new people. The way he treats people he already knows is quite firmly established into categories. Colonies must be treated with distance and discipline. Family must be kept in line (when you have siblings like Scotland, you need to work hard at this). Enemies (France, Spain, pretty much all of Europe apart from Portugal, actually) can and will be tied to a cannon and shot out to sea. America... England avoids America pretty much all the time, because every time he's forced into interaction with the boy he feels something he doesn't want to. Loneliness. Half the reason he's such a hoarder of colonies and a distant person is because of what America "taught him"; if you leave your heart open, it's going to be broken.
He insists it means nothing. America is an upstart little brat and who needs him anyway. He has Canada, and Australia, and India, and he's working his way through Africa at the rate of naughts. He's fine, he has everything he needs without him.
History: Hoo boy. RealLife!History as canon. Let's get going.
England started out life as “Albion”, a collection of small tribes scattered about the British Isles. None of them really got on with each other, but there were particular problems with Wales and Scotland, who picked on Albion for being a runt (he was a slow grower, in a 5 year old body for a long while). He generally just spent his time playing with the fae, learning their magic and their laws and enjoying being a child for a long time. But once conquered by the Romans, his siblings hated him even more for not resisting Rome enough. The familial bullying that had been before snowballed into outright hatred, and wouldn’t right itself for a long while, as Rome renamed Albion “Britannia” (By this point, he probably would have looked somewhere about 10 years old). Eventually, Rome left, leaving Britannia to pick up the pieces and deal with the next problem; the Saxons, invading from what is now Germany, Denmark and Holland. They swept across the mainland, adding words to the language and generally settling on the land without much trouble. England’s older siblings, Scotland and Wales, put up a much better fight, and resisted the Anglo-Saxons, and were never conquered. It was at this time that Roman missionaries spread Christianity to England, which became his main religion for the next 1800 or so years.
Soon, the Anglo-Saxons were settling in and integrating with the locals until we had the end result known as “England”. Even with the many internal kingdoms having disagreements and scuffles, most things were okay, until the Vikings came over from Scandinavia and did their whole rape-and-pillage thing. England was not happy about this. He still has scars. Some of the Vikings settled, while the rest went on their merry way, raping-and-pillaging done. The Arthurian Legends date from soon after this time, and it is from these that England takes his human name, "Arthur", in honour of the legendary king (who may or may not have existed but in England's opinion totally did).
From here on out, we have the middle ages, which started with the battle of Hastings, when the Normans (France) invaded. England disliked France from the start, but that didn’t stop the Frenchman from practically raising the smaller Nation. Everything France did, made or even said, England copied, even trying to grow his hair out to imitate the other Nation (unfortunately, Arthur’s hair is like straw, so it looked like a bush until France cut his hair again). The Normans built castles all over England, strengthening his defenses, and started the feudal system, which worked okay for him for a while. At one point, he even managed to beat his brother Wales, followed by Scotland, though the latter soon beat his younger brother away years later. This is why Scotland was quite a bit more aggressive than Wales from here on out; Wales stayed with England and grew fonder of him.
England grew, older and wiser (though still looking about 12 years old) and after a mild Civil War (represented as a case of MPD in Hetalia) he lashed out at France, driving him out of the country and back to his own, his king Edward claiming the French crown. Thus started the 100 years war, which included Jeanne d’Arc, whom France truly fell for and England burned at the stake as a witch, which really cemented France and England’s hatred of each other. It has been lingering ever since. Things slowly ground to a halt once the Black Death hit both Nations, though, and England broke out in boils and fever often, cycling through life, disease and death (though he never stayed dead; Nations don’t do that unless their country dies). After this passed, there was one of the most famous Civil Wars; the War of the Roses. After 30 years of madness, the King Henry VII is crowned, and thus begins the Tudor era.
In 1497, English sailors discovered America. The battle for “who will be America’s big brother” was fought, the little representation hiding away from France, Finland, England and Spain. While all the others tempted the little boy out with offers of fine food, culture and the like, England realized he had nothing so impressive to offer, and sat down to sulk away from the others. But tiny America noticed him, and came over to see what was wrong and to cheer him up. Thus England claimed the little blonde colony for his own, and happily raised him with all the care he could. Meanwhile, back home, England enjoyed a prosperous time under the Tudor rule, even with Henry VIII’s scandalous 6 wives and splitting the church from Rome ( leading to the Church of England and the reign of Protestantism). During his time as King, Henry also united the mainland of Britain, bringing Wales and Scotland to (grudgingly) live with England. After the short reign of Henry’s son Edward and the even shorter but much bloodier rule of Mary, Queen Elizabeth the First stepped up. Arthur had quite a huge crush on her (having the body of a 17 year old with raging hormones at the time helped), and is still greatly proud of the era in which she reigned, which included the flourishing of the Arts (hello, Shakespeare! Also a good chum, Iggy gave him advice on the Fae for his writing of Midsummer Night’s Dream) and the defeat of the “Invincible” Spanish Armada (the subsequent gloating has lasted to this day; poor Spain).
The Empire starts to be built, when in 1600 England starts to get involved with India. The older and wiser Nation teaches him many things and makes him a rich country, though he comes to abuse her wealth and her people, souring her against him, but their relation remains still for many hundred years after. In 1620, the Mayflower lands on American shores, loaded with Puritans, who colonize America further. Arthur still quite loves Alfred (America) as his colony, raising him happily despite the distance involved and the need he has to keep exploring the world and distractions such as Wars with France and Spain.
Trouble starts up when King Charles, believing himself to be divinely placed on the throne, dissolves Parliament, sparking a Civil War and leading to his execution. This is the first and only execution of a King that England has ever had, and it shook him greatly. Oliver Cromwell took power, proclaiming himself not as a king but as Lord Protector. As a Puritan, he cancels Christmas, invades Ireland and beats up the resistant Scotland, and was “generally a bit of an arse” or so Arthur would say. (As a note, tea arrives in the country at this time, imported from India by England's best friend and ally, Portugal, as a gift, and is an instant hit with the upper classes, slowly spreading down until it is a commonly found drink.) Despite this chaos and the general unhappiness of England under the reign of Cromwell, he soon regains a king when Charles II returns from where he was hiding in France on the advent of Cromwell’s death, and is quickly reinstated, to the relief of England. After some heartburn (The Great Fire of London) a law is passed: “English Bill of rights 1689; from now on England's monarchs would rule in partnership with Parliament and all Catholics are barred from the English throne.” Soon after, there passes the Act of Union between England and Scotland, with Scottish parliament dissolved. Scotland came to live in England’s house, and has remained there to this day, though the two still bitch at each other about everything.
The Empire grows, as England discovers more and more territories (gaining a reputation for being quite the pirate privateer while he's at it), the most outstanding and famous of which is probably his complete monopolization of India. While before, many others had claim to her, by the time it was 1772, England had taken over nearly the entirety of what is now modern India. She is a very precious colony to England, the "Jewel in the Crown" of the British Empire. However, America still holds a special place in his heart, despite the boy growing faster than England ever did, outgrowing him by inches. The strict and restrictive taxes England forced on his colonies was too much for America, who rebelled during the American Revolution. Arthur was devastated by this, but even when he had a musket to America's head, he couldn't shoot, and instead dropped into the mud and cried. He has never quite recovered from the defeat, and the loss of his beloved colony. This blow carried over into his treatment of other colonies, something we'll get to in a second.
Ireland joins the Union with England as he continues to expand into the world, distracting himself by burying everything in work. Australia is discovered and used as a penal colony, with the first ships being sent over in 1788. England's attitude towards the boy is distant at best. He no-longer allows himself to grow close to any of his colonies, in case they end up "like another America". Spare the rod, spoil the child. The Industrial Revolution really kicks off as the first steam train is launched in 1804. France's beloved Emperor Napoleon is beaten at the battle of Trafalgar by Admiral Lord Nelson, followed by another sound victory at Waterloo by the Duke of Wellington against Napoleon, earning Arthur yet more bragging rights over the French frog.
Here begins the famous Victorian Era, and where I have taken England from. The age of the refined British Gentleman causes Arthur to rework his image from a swashbuckling pirate privateer into a more acceptable form. Rich from the Empire and just a little bit mad with power, England was a great superpower and felt like it. He drugged China and stole Hong Kong and many other ports from him in the Opium Wars, expanded his influence across Africa and up into the Middle East, and was generally a massive douche to the world. By 1854, the point he arrives in Facility, he has just witnessed Prince Albert, Victoria's much beloved husband, open the Crystal Palace, a work of engineering made possible by advances in ironwork and glass making. The Industrial Revolution is truly taking off, and England fancies himself as a bit of an inventor as well as an explorer. He's just taking a ship down to Australia to check in on his colonies, when he's snatched away and wakes up in the Facility's white rooms...
Roleplay Sample - Log: Green eyes snapped open with a jolt, but England did not sit up. He stayed very still, examining the ceiling above him. It was white. And there was no movement. If he were at home, he would have been less surprised by this. But as far as he remembered, the last place he had laid down his head was on a ship, the waves gently rocking him to sleep as he stared at the wooden planks that the vessel was constructed of. He slowly turned his head. Nobody else in the room, which was impossibly white and dull. It was, therefore, safe to move and get up. Whoever had kidnapped him here wasn't watching. Foolish of them. Who but a fool would underestimate the British Empire?
"Hmph." He muttered under his breath, scanning the room in more detail, then looking at his hands and wrists. "I'm not bound. These are possibly the worst kidnappers I've ever come across." Really, all he had to do was walk out of here. Wherever here was...
A small object was on the chair next to him. He picked it up. The texture and weight of it was like nothing he'd ever come across. Fascinated, the explorer and inventor inside him begged to press all the tiny buttons it seemed to have.
Roleplay Sample - Journal: [England is looking extremely annoyed. His frown is only accentuated by the largeness of his eyebrows. He taps away at the device, seemingly unaware he's turned it on.] Curious... what trick is this..
[The camera turns upside down for a moment as England contemplates the faciliberry] A new invention? ... [He tosses the berry aside, onto the bed next to him, revealing period clothes befitting a sailor, and a captain at that, straight out of the 1800s.] Now's not the time for games. Titania, Mab, if this is your doing, I'll have the lot of you cast in iron, do you hear? Tch... or maybe France, the slimy toad...
Permissions:
Death: PM me or IM me!
Smut: Good luck.
Yaoi - Het - Yuri : Sure, if you can manage to get into his prudish pants, good on you.
Name: Pidge
Age: 19
AIM: hellzabeth7
MSN: --
Y!M: lizzysworld2345@yahoo.co.uk (IM program never used)
E-MAIL: ditto Yahoo address, though I check my Hotmail too.
IC Information:
Name: Arthur Kirkland (aka, England, Aka the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, aka the British Empire, aka Britannia etc)
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: 1854
Age: Approx. 1800 years old?
Appearance: Scruffy, straw-coloured hair and bright green eyes. He’s quite short in stature (but still the same height as France, dammit) and lightly built. Under his clothes, which are usually either a suit or his sailing outfit, (which look pretty much like your stereotypical pirate's outfit,) he has many scars, most of them quite old. He’s also pale as hell, because England is 100% overcast 58% of the year, and sunburns easily. He has very... distinctive eyebrows. Okay yeah they're huge. He's been teased about them his whole life, have fun.
Abilities: It's 1854, and England is at the top of his game. His trade is booming, his Empire grows by the day, and he's just finished kicking France out of Africa. Considering this, and the fact he's the anthropomorphic personification of a country, England is pretty damn hard to kill. Aside from that, he's an excellent shot with a gun and a bow, can fence like a boss, and will gladly manipulate, bribe and con his way into getting what he wants. That isn't to say he is without morals; there are lines even he won't cross (unless there's enough in it for him). He can also knit and sew and brews a mean cup of tea, but those are all rather domestic things he'd rather nobody brought up.
Personality: Okay here's the thing; England in the 1850's kind of an arsehole. Part of the reason for this is that he runs on Victorian morals. He's sexist. He's cruel. He's discriminatory and self-righteous and stuck up. The other part of the reason is that England is an Empire. He's taking over the world and not particularly nice about it.
Which isn't to say he doesn't have the potential to be nice about other things. He's got plenty enough of a sentimental side to him, which can most easily be seen when he's talking to fae (which nobody else can see, so they all think he's a bit mad on that account) or to those few people he actually trusts (see Wales and Portugal). But England's stance on how to treat other people can often come off as... shall we say, "mean". On first meeting, he will decide if making friends with you will be to his benefit or not. If so, he will be the perfect gentleman, possibly the most polite man you've ever met. He'll hold open doors for you, invite you over for tea and perhaps even tell you tales of adventures on the high seas. If he decides that he doesn't need you, he'll probably just ignore you. Until you piss him off. Once England is pissed off, you are going to be down in his bad books, which means he will be doing anything he can to make your life a misery.
But that's just England's attitude to new people. The way he treats people he already knows is quite firmly established into categories. Colonies must be treated with distance and discipline. Family must be kept in line (when you have siblings like Scotland, you need to work hard at this). Enemies (France, Spain, pretty much all of Europe apart from Portugal, actually) can and will be tied to a cannon and shot out to sea. America... England avoids America pretty much all the time, because every time he's forced into interaction with the boy he feels something he doesn't want to. Loneliness. Half the reason he's such a hoarder of colonies and a distant person is because of what America "taught him"; if you leave your heart open, it's going to be broken.
He insists it means nothing. America is an upstart little brat and who needs him anyway. He has Canada, and Australia, and India, and he's working his way through Africa at the rate of naughts. He's fine, he has everything he needs without him.
History: Hoo boy. RealLife!History as canon. Let's get going.
England started out life as “Albion”, a collection of small tribes scattered about the British Isles. None of them really got on with each other, but there were particular problems with Wales and Scotland, who picked on Albion for being a runt (he was a slow grower, in a 5 year old body for a long while). He generally just spent his time playing with the fae, learning their magic and their laws and enjoying being a child for a long time. But once conquered by the Romans, his siblings hated him even more for not resisting Rome enough. The familial bullying that had been before snowballed into outright hatred, and wouldn’t right itself for a long while, as Rome renamed Albion “Britannia” (By this point, he probably would have looked somewhere about 10 years old). Eventually, Rome left, leaving Britannia to pick up the pieces and deal with the next problem; the Saxons, invading from what is now Germany, Denmark and Holland. They swept across the mainland, adding words to the language and generally settling on the land without much trouble. England’s older siblings, Scotland and Wales, put up a much better fight, and resisted the Anglo-Saxons, and were never conquered. It was at this time that Roman missionaries spread Christianity to England, which became his main religion for the next 1800 or so years.
Soon, the Anglo-Saxons were settling in and integrating with the locals until we had the end result known as “England”. Even with the many internal kingdoms having disagreements and scuffles, most things were okay, until the Vikings came over from Scandinavia and did their whole rape-and-pillage thing. England was not happy about this. He still has scars. Some of the Vikings settled, while the rest went on their merry way, raping-and-pillaging done. The Arthurian Legends date from soon after this time, and it is from these that England takes his human name, "Arthur", in honour of the legendary king (who may or may not have existed but in England's opinion totally did).
From here on out, we have the middle ages, which started with the battle of Hastings, when the Normans (France) invaded. England disliked France from the start, but that didn’t stop the Frenchman from practically raising the smaller Nation. Everything France did, made or even said, England copied, even trying to grow his hair out to imitate the other Nation (unfortunately, Arthur’s hair is like straw, so it looked like a bush until France cut his hair again). The Normans built castles all over England, strengthening his defenses, and started the feudal system, which worked okay for him for a while. At one point, he even managed to beat his brother Wales, followed by Scotland, though the latter soon beat his younger brother away years later. This is why Scotland was quite a bit more aggressive than Wales from here on out; Wales stayed with England and grew fonder of him.
England grew, older and wiser (though still looking about 12 years old) and after a mild Civil War (represented as a case of MPD in Hetalia) he lashed out at France, driving him out of the country and back to his own, his king Edward claiming the French crown. Thus started the 100 years war, which included Jeanne d’Arc, whom France truly fell for and England burned at the stake as a witch, which really cemented France and England’s hatred of each other. It has been lingering ever since. Things slowly ground to a halt once the Black Death hit both Nations, though, and England broke out in boils and fever often, cycling through life, disease and death (though he never stayed dead; Nations don’t do that unless their country dies). After this passed, there was one of the most famous Civil Wars; the War of the Roses. After 30 years of madness, the King Henry VII is crowned, and thus begins the Tudor era.
In 1497, English sailors discovered America. The battle for “who will be America’s big brother” was fought, the little representation hiding away from France, Finland, England and Spain. While all the others tempted the little boy out with offers of fine food, culture and the like, England realized he had nothing so impressive to offer, and sat down to sulk away from the others. But tiny America noticed him, and came over to see what was wrong and to cheer him up. Thus England claimed the little blonde colony for his own, and happily raised him with all the care he could. Meanwhile, back home, England enjoyed a prosperous time under the Tudor rule, even with Henry VIII’s scandalous 6 wives and splitting the church from Rome ( leading to the Church of England and the reign of Protestantism). During his time as King, Henry also united the mainland of Britain, bringing Wales and Scotland to (grudgingly) live with England. After the short reign of Henry’s son Edward and the even shorter but much bloodier rule of Mary, Queen Elizabeth the First stepped up. Arthur had quite a huge crush on her (having the body of a 17 year old with raging hormones at the time helped), and is still greatly proud of the era in which she reigned, which included the flourishing of the Arts (hello, Shakespeare! Also a good chum, Iggy gave him advice on the Fae for his writing of Midsummer Night’s Dream) and the defeat of the “Invincible” Spanish Armada (the subsequent gloating has lasted to this day; poor Spain).
The Empire starts to be built, when in 1600 England starts to get involved with India. The older and wiser Nation teaches him many things and makes him a rich country, though he comes to abuse her wealth and her people, souring her against him, but their relation remains still for many hundred years after. In 1620, the Mayflower lands on American shores, loaded with Puritans, who colonize America further. Arthur still quite loves Alfred (America) as his colony, raising him happily despite the distance involved and the need he has to keep exploring the world and distractions such as Wars with France and Spain.
Trouble starts up when King Charles, believing himself to be divinely placed on the throne, dissolves Parliament, sparking a Civil War and leading to his execution. This is the first and only execution of a King that England has ever had, and it shook him greatly. Oliver Cromwell took power, proclaiming himself not as a king but as Lord Protector. As a Puritan, he cancels Christmas, invades Ireland and beats up the resistant Scotland, and was “generally a bit of an arse” or so Arthur would say. (As a note, tea arrives in the country at this time, imported from India by England's best friend and ally, Portugal, as a gift, and is an instant hit with the upper classes, slowly spreading down until it is a commonly found drink.) Despite this chaos and the general unhappiness of England under the reign of Cromwell, he soon regains a king when Charles II returns from where he was hiding in France on the advent of Cromwell’s death, and is quickly reinstated, to the relief of England. After some heartburn (The Great Fire of London) a law is passed: “English Bill of rights 1689; from now on England's monarchs would rule in partnership with Parliament and all Catholics are barred from the English throne.” Soon after, there passes the Act of Union between England and Scotland, with Scottish parliament dissolved. Scotland came to live in England’s house, and has remained there to this day, though the two still bitch at each other about everything.
The Empire grows, as England discovers more and more territories (gaining a reputation for being quite the pirate privateer while he's at it), the most outstanding and famous of which is probably his complete monopolization of India. While before, many others had claim to her, by the time it was 1772, England had taken over nearly the entirety of what is now modern India. She is a very precious colony to England, the "Jewel in the Crown" of the British Empire. However, America still holds a special place in his heart, despite the boy growing faster than England ever did, outgrowing him by inches. The strict and restrictive taxes England forced on his colonies was too much for America, who rebelled during the American Revolution. Arthur was devastated by this, but even when he had a musket to America's head, he couldn't shoot, and instead dropped into the mud and cried. He has never quite recovered from the defeat, and the loss of his beloved colony. This blow carried over into his treatment of other colonies, something we'll get to in a second.
Ireland joins the Union with England as he continues to expand into the world, distracting himself by burying everything in work. Australia is discovered and used as a penal colony, with the first ships being sent over in 1788. England's attitude towards the boy is distant at best. He no-longer allows himself to grow close to any of his colonies, in case they end up "like another America". Spare the rod, spoil the child. The Industrial Revolution really kicks off as the first steam train is launched in 1804. France's beloved Emperor Napoleon is beaten at the battle of Trafalgar by Admiral Lord Nelson, followed by another sound victory at Waterloo by the Duke of Wellington against Napoleon, earning Arthur yet more bragging rights over the French frog.
Here begins the famous Victorian Era, and where I have taken England from. The age of the refined British Gentleman causes Arthur to rework his image from a swashbuckling pirate privateer into a more acceptable form. Rich from the Empire and just a little bit mad with power, England was a great superpower and felt like it. He drugged China and stole Hong Kong and many other ports from him in the Opium Wars, expanded his influence across Africa and up into the Middle East, and was generally a massive douche to the world. By 1854, the point he arrives in Facility, he has just witnessed Prince Albert, Victoria's much beloved husband, open the Crystal Palace, a work of engineering made possible by advances in ironwork and glass making. The Industrial Revolution is truly taking off, and England fancies himself as a bit of an inventor as well as an explorer. He's just taking a ship down to Australia to check in on his colonies, when he's snatched away and wakes up in the Facility's white rooms...
Roleplay Sample - Log: Green eyes snapped open with a jolt, but England did not sit up. He stayed very still, examining the ceiling above him. It was white. And there was no movement. If he were at home, he would have been less surprised by this. But as far as he remembered, the last place he had laid down his head was on a ship, the waves gently rocking him to sleep as he stared at the wooden planks that the vessel was constructed of. He slowly turned his head. Nobody else in the room, which was impossibly white and dull. It was, therefore, safe to move and get up. Whoever had kidnapped him here wasn't watching. Foolish of them. Who but a fool would underestimate the British Empire?
"Hmph." He muttered under his breath, scanning the room in more detail, then looking at his hands and wrists. "I'm not bound. These are possibly the worst kidnappers I've ever come across." Really, all he had to do was walk out of here. Wherever here was...
A small object was on the chair next to him. He picked it up. The texture and weight of it was like nothing he'd ever come across. Fascinated, the explorer and inventor inside him begged to press all the tiny buttons it seemed to have.
Roleplay Sample - Journal: [England is looking extremely annoyed. His frown is only accentuated by the largeness of his eyebrows. He taps away at the device, seemingly unaware he's turned it on.] Curious... what trick is this..
[The camera turns upside down for a moment as England contemplates the faciliberry] A new invention? ... [He tosses the berry aside, onto the bed next to him, revealing period clothes befitting a sailor, and a captain at that, straight out of the 1800s.] Now's not the time for games. Titania, Mab, if this is your doing, I'll have the lot of you cast in iron, do you hear? Tch... or maybe France, the slimy toad...
Permissions:
Death: PM me or IM me!
Smut: Good luck.
Yaoi - Het - Yuri : Sure, if you can manage to get into his prudish pants, good on you.