part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[oh_espana]

It's not gonna help if you can't move it anyway! You'll just use it to cut yourself out, I can't-

[The desperate movements of the knife manage to get one of his fingers, and he pulls his hand back with a hiss of pain, raising his arm and slapping hard across England's cheek, leaving a trail of his blood there]

Stop it, I'm not taking it with me! Drop it now or I'm going to have to make you drop it and I don't want to do that!

[He wants to take the knife, for his own safety, but it does seem cruel to leave England with nothing around for protection. But it's true England can't fight off anything bound as he is, so it shouldn't make much difference]

I'm going to hide it in one of the bushes here. If I don't... if I can't make it back and you get out then you can pick it back up.

[unionjackingit]

[ he curses when Spain slaps him, scowling across at him and eyeing the blood covering Spain's finger. even though he feels this is the bastard's own damn fault, England can't help the twinge of guilt in his chest, seeing the wounds he gave him.

he loosens his grip on the knife a little, sighing. ]

You leave this somewhere I can find it when- if I get out of here. And nearby in case I need to defend myself.

[ he drops it after a moment ]

[oh_espana]

[He's rolling his eyes by the time England's done talking. Leave it to him to try and give orders when he's in no position for it]

[There is some relief when he hears the quiet thud of the weapon hitting the ground; he didn't want to have to force it out of England's hand, but he wasn't going to leave it there either. He bends to pick it up, holding it up close for a better look. It's not bad- and for a moment he's hesitating, taking a quick look between the knife and England. He could take it, give himself better protection if he's attacked again. Hell, he could take down England right now, one push of this knife and he wouldn't have to worry about England hurting anyone else here]

[It would be so easy. And he deserves it, doesn't he? Who's the one who stabbed him?]

[A hard swallow and he shakes his head. No, he shouldn't be thinking like that. He steps away several feet to a nearby bush, bending low and driving the point of the knife fully into the ground underneath the base of it. There's no glinting of metal that way, it shouldn't be seen by anyone who doesn't know to look]

[He stands but doesn't turn back after that, not wanting to look at England right now. It would be too easy to change his mind, do something rash. He's not that kind of person anymore]

... If you get out of here I want you to stay away. Let's not run into each other again, okay?

[unionjackingit]

[ 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 ]

[oh_espana]

[It's not like he can blame England for being upset with him, if it were reversed he'd be livid right now]

[But he has to do what he thinks is best, and right now he thinks this is safer for everyone. He was originally planning to return with something, just in case they don't find a way off this island, but he's starting to feel a little strange and maybe it's best if he can avoid people for a while. Especially England]

[Ducks his head down, and without another word he's off in the opposite direction. Whatever happens to England, he's washed his hands of it now]