[ England watches, nervous as Spain picks up and eyes the knife. had he made a mistake in giving it over? not that he'd really had much of a choice here, all things considered.
he relaxes considerably when he sees the knife being struck down into the dirt, still watching Spain's back. he's grateful, but of course he doesn't say so.
don't worry though, he doesn't want to run into you again either. the longer he can go without seeing Spain, the better right now, honestly. ]
Run along, then.
[ he's bitter, putting as much hate and contempt into those few words as he can ]
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he relaxes considerably when he sees the knife being struck down into the dirt, still watching Spain's back. he's grateful, but of course he doesn't say so.
don't worry though, he doesn't want to run into you again either. the longer he can go without seeing Spain, the better right now, honestly. ]
Run along, then.
[ he's bitter, putting as much hate and contempt into those few words as he can ]