Dec 05, 2009 20:16
[the video feed is out of focus for a few moments as the camera is moved. All that can be seen are bare feet moving along the floor... and then light singing can be heard in the distance.
Finally, the camera is turned upward, jerky, and... a figure's back is to the camera. It's England, wearing an apron, rocking back and forth to a familiar Beatles song as he sings it...]
♪ ...She said she loves you! And you know that can't be bad... ♪
[he's also chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Well, maybe those are vegetables. The viewer won't be able to tell from this angle. All of a sudden...]
Yow!
[he's cut himself. Owowowow a light string of curses as he drops the knife and shakes out his hand. Damnit. The camera jiggles a bit, and there's a soft 'Kesesesese~' near the speaker, a laugh that didn't come from England at all. But England hears it, and he whirls around, face becoming horrified when he sees the camera himself]
GIL.
[and he closes in on the screen as it suddenly turns off. Static]
c: ludwig (germany),
c: john watson,
c: elizabeta hedevary (hungary),
c: alfred f. jones (america),
arthur kirkland (england),
c: yao wong (china),
c: gilbert weillschmidt (prussia),
c: lavi,
c: klavier gavin