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[mygodmyright]

[ knock knock knock, Marshall Street. England's going up and down the hall with an empty measuring cup, knocking on random doors. What's he after? A simple cup of sugar/baking soda/whatever. It changes with every door he knocks on. This would be a completely normal friendly neighbour sort of routine, except for the fact England's slightly

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[brbmodernizing]

[What. He's just. Knocking on.. Okay. England you. Youuuu...

Japan opens the door notably slower than usual. And just a crack.]

Ah, I just informed everyone that if you wanted to-- ..England-san?

[mygodmyright]

[ it's okay if Japan doesn't answer quickly the first time, because England knocks again, only a hell lot harder. he doesn't even notice the doorcrack ]

Hullo? Anybody home? Just need a cup of baking soda, is all--

[brbmodernizing]

[Japan's kind of startled by the loudness of the knocking, and eventually opens the door all the way. Feel free to notice that there is a blanket wrapped around him, sort of draping off of his shoulders.]

Ah, y-yes.. I do not know if I have.. ahh..

[mygodmyright]

[ ... are you going back into isolationism Japan ]

'salright, I'll look myself. Your kitchen's in the usual spot, innit?

[ BULLDOZING RIGHT BY JAPAN TO STUMBLE INTO HIS KITCHEN THING ]

[mygodmyright]

[ it's a beautiful door, if I say so myself ]

Might wanna get your door checked out, mate. It's looking a bit hack--

... none at all?

[mygodmyright]

[ pause pause pause ]

Blimey, that does me no good; I can't bake a pie with blood.

[ ... ] Blood pudding, then? Your blood, or Sweden's?

[mygodmyright]

[ best welcome home present ever amirite ]

Excuse me? Excuse you.

[mygodmyright]

[ talking in a slower, louder voice now ]

Spare [ pause ] a cup [ pause ] of Sugar?

[ & holding out his empty measuring cup for emphasis ]

lol sorry couldn't resist

[stopblamingme]

[What the fuck even. He opens the door and stares at England.]

...This is your own apartment, eh? You don't have to knock or anything.

....Did you have a bit to drink?

never resist!

[mygodmyright]

[ squinting at the door number now. his apartment? really? ]

... Vinland?

[ STUMBLING BY INTO THE LIVING ROOM ]

Do we have any eggs?

resistance is futile

[stopblamingme]

My name is Canada.

[Okay sure why don't you come in. He blinks at England, before he sighs and shuts the door.]

Eggs aren't very common here, eh? I don't think anyone's had eggs.

hurhur ;o;

[mygodmyright]

Right. Columbia.

[ dumping out his loot onto the coffee table, before falling onto the couch. only he misses slightly and hits his head against the couch side with a sickening thud ]

Fucking --

[mygodmyright]

[ BENDING DOWN TO STARE AT RIKU. a-aw cute kid ;w; ]

Hullo there-- is your father home?

[mygodmyright]

Mother? No one at all?

[ putting a hand on Riku's shoulder, while staring deeply into his eyes with a look of pure sadness ]