[ video ↳ english ] oo3 (backdated to the 27th-28th)

[noblemen]

[ Thursday. At the outskirts of Discedo. ]

[ The communicator isn't supposed to be on. At least not at first. There's breathy sigh and the viewscreen flicks on to show Arthur looking vaguely like a mummy, face bandaged, one eye swollen shut, the middle of his face wrapped with splints in place, limping through the forest and leaning against a

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[video; Friday]

[fragrancy]

This isn't going to be a regular thing, is it? [ He sounds calm, but he's not looking at the camera. ]

video;

[noblemen]

[ SIGH. ]

Hopefully not. But if it takes me being killed a thousand times before I find an exit, so be it. [ trying to save face so much you don't even know Hong Kong... ]

video;

[fragrancy]

[ He just doesn't want to check his Disco Facebook page and find video of you dying again, pseudo-dad. It's kind of seriously upsetting. ]

But how's that gonna help? It's those scientists that bring us back here anyway.

video;

[noblemen]

[ They have facebook here? God damn it wherever he goes, he is in Hell... ]

Finding an exit? Why, it'll help because we can evacuate the premises. Do trust me, Hong Kong; I have every intention of locating the scientists before I leave this miserable place myself.

ACTION!!!! cause you love me

[dongsaengoppai]

[ This is all because you didn't distract it with kimchi, he is so certain of this.
So here, have a frustrated, typically dramatic Korean rushing through your doors how the hell did he know where you are this is creepy. ]

Yeongugg!

You.

Are.

An.

Idiot!

[ B'awww, he's rushing over to your bedside, arms crossed, disapproving face. Disapproving face all over. ]
And you ran off without me too! Aaah, if I were your mother, I would disown you for making me worry so much!

[ England doesn't have patience for your drama, Korea. why do you have this weird attachment to him. ]

do I?

[noblemen]

[ maybe Korea is secretly one of the scientists. . . ]

Fabulous. [ Dropping back down against the bed, he does not have the patience for this right now. ]

Yes I ran off without you; I didn't want to risk you getting hurt. [ HUFFHUFFHUFF look how chivalrous he is he totally planned it to be this way you see ]

It's a good thing you're not related to me, as I might have to disown myself if that was the case. [ Motioning to the doll in his hand. ] Do you know who left this here?

you do.

[dongsaengoppai]

I---

[ Oh. How nice of you, England. His expression lightens a little bit before he suddenly huffs. ]

No, no! Aaah, you don't throw my services away just like that!

[ He pulls up a chair that happened to be there close to the bed and holds England's hand wow what is his problem. Were those tears in his eyes? Maybe possibly.
He's not that angry anymore it seems. Instead, he just looks really concerned. ]

A-Are you alright though? Aaah. I saw what happened on the video.

[ notttt really caring about the doll. ]

just a liiiiittle

[noblemen]

I didn't throw them away, you twatting fuck. I was testing the waters. Why are you in my room? Don't you have better things to be doing?

[ He glances away from him because ~awkward~ and he just does not know how to deal with crying little boys. Hence why he was a fabulous father/coloniser/eyebrow thing!!! ]

I'm fine. [ He peers back at him. ]

[ And then sighs, dropping his shoulders a little bit. ]

Really, I'm fine. It's just like how we always are; we die, we come back. By the by, what's the date today? It wasn't this light out, [ Motioning to the window: ] --when I first decided to head out.

[crotchroses]

[Yeah no France is busting into the hospital, storming down the halls in all his glamorous glittering glory, a flurry of perfect poise and French fury.

No really, he is so pissed.

The nation bursts into England's room by kicking the door open with his boot and then he points directly at Arthur.

His eyes are watering.]

You miserable shithead!

1/?

[noblemen]

[ Nnnnnnnnno ugggguuuuuu so not what he wants to deal with. As the Frenchman bursts into his room, England considers his options silently, staring at him blankly for a few moments. ]

2/?

[noblemen]

[ Wait. ]

3/?

[noblemen]

[ Oh yes, this is a good idea. ]

1/I don't know [video; 27th]

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ]

2/I don't know [video; 27th]

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ]

3/I don't know [video; 27th]

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ Fuck. Okay, still not as bad as the one time he had to find the disemboweled corpses of England and Namine but still. ]

4/I don't know [video; 27th]

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ Still.

...sniffle. ]

England you suck at death. And life. And staying in one spot so I can find you and make sure you don't get eaten by yetis.

[ BUT HE LOOKS A LITTLE DISTURBED. AND SAD. And really kinda annoyed because seriously he threatened France you have the nerve to get eaten by a polar bear or something. ]

Action--28th, if this is okay!

[u_n_asplode]

[Someone's poking her head through the door of the room with the barest of knocks. She's rather pale and blonde and her eyes glow red all on their own.]

It sounds like you died. Did you die?

[Her voice is as childlike as her appearance.]

Totally fine!

[noblemen]

[ A groan, though at least it's just a nice girl and not any of the arsehole countries he knows. He flits his eyes to the door. ]

I believe I did, though I can't be quite sure. Anyway, it seems as if death isn't quite as permanent as I thought it may be. Would you mind sharing with me the date?

THAT WAS THE WRONG ICON

[u_n_asplode]

It isn't, most of the time. You get used to it after awhile. October twenty-eighth! [She flows from one topic to the next in a way that makes perfect sense to her.]

are you sure, it might be right, look at how sexy his eyebrows are...

[noblemen]

Most of the time? [ A quirked brow. ] I shall take your word for it. I'm quite accustomed to death, I'll have you know.

[ Well, it isn't as if he's not used to this type of conversation. ] So I see... a day later. Does it always take a full day to recover? [ Glancing down at himself. ] And yet, I'm without any scars... interesting, just like how it was back home...