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[mygodmyright]

[ it's grocery day!! or as close to grocery day as it gets in Discedo. England's happily on his way back home, with a small parcel of canned goods tucked under his arm. If you listen closely enough to the broadcast, you can hear England muttering about the lack of proper inventory at the storesNo spotted dick, no canned custard-- not even a

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1/idk

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ some time after the Italy adventures: ]

What knot?

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ like five minutes later ]

Hey, England, get me some more flour while you're out! Find one without bugs in it!

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ thirty five seconds later ]

Oh and you should get yourself more socks.

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ ten minutes later ]

PICK UP YOUR COMMUNICATOR.

[brbmodernizing]

...England-san?!

[And there are more attempts, but they are all unoriginal and "England-san?!?!?!?!11one" and so I will not chain spam you like Jenna.]

1/? SPAMSPAM GLORIOUS SPAM

[dustedsunlight]

Faeries? I didn't know there were--

2/3

[dustedsunlight]

... E-England? England, are you okay?

3/3

[dustedsunlight]

Grandpa-- England, please, please be okay...

1/?

[stopblamingme]

[WHY YOU DO THIS. WHY. He coughs a few times.]

...why does the knot matter? Who even ties knots anymore..?

2/3

[stopblamingme]

[Waiting. Some more coughing.]

3/3

[stopblamingme]

....

M-Mr. England? Where'd you go?! You dropped your communicator!