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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[luckycountry]

[And you've drawn the same conclusion as he has. England's staring is starting to make him uncomfortable, ironic considering how much he was in your personal space earlier. But he doesn't tell you to stop, he just doesn't meet your eyes instead.]

Ya think it's the bottle itself? But if I take yours it'll just vanish when...

[He stops and finally looks at you again. Actually, since he thinks you're offering something, even if it's more than you really are.]

But worth a try ain't it? Thanks.

[unionjackingit]

Uh, vanish? Right.

[ yeah, this is definitely weird. poisoning.

frees his other hand and now that the rope is loose enough, he manages to pull it off. untied now, he looks around, for where his bag might be. he glances back to Australia, a heavy frown and the same concerned look as before. ]

You're sure nobody gave you anything else to eat or drink?

[ then he notices the cup on his pitch fork ]

What did you drink at starbucks?

[luckycountry]

[He watches you pull the rope off and looking around. If he knew what you were looking for, he'd help but for now he just watches with slightly dazed interest.]

Nah, only saw that goat before it started, and the only thing I took from him was this.

[He taps his pitchfork.]

Starbucks? Can't be that, wasn't a real place. 'lready under by that point. I mean ya should know, shouldn't ya?

[Considering this is all in his head, he's surprised by how probing your questions are.]

[unionjackingit]

[ England walks over to where Spain had left his knife, picking it up but finding no bag. it's probably in the water, he realises.

he turns back to Australia, shaking his head at everything he's saying ]

Starbucks was real, you idiot. I was in there. I'm real- I-

[ sigh ]

This, Australia? The trees, starbucks, the bloody death fight... me, it's all real, alright?

[luckycountry]

[He unconsciously tenses up a little when you pick up the knife. He wouldn't admit it but he felt more comfortable when he was the only one who was armed.]

[He can't help but glance at the cup again. It did almost seem real, but there's something still off. It feels surreal, and not in the way that being put into a death fight is.]

I don't believe ya.

[His voice is quiet but it has force to it. It's not that he wants to be, but if his brain's fucking with him like this he really can't believe you.]

[unionjackingit]

[ looks back over at him, sighing ]

Oh, for crying out- Why not? If you don't sort yourself out, you'll end up getting killed, you damn idiot!

[ he gives up looking for his bag, putting his knife back in his pocket and going over to Australia. he's getting increasingly worried, honestly. about Australia and everyone else he won't admit he cares for. ]

[luckycountry]

If someone managed to snap me out of this by tryin' to kill me, I'd almost be happy! I'd have to kill 'em right away but...

[He twists his weapon in his hand as England comes back over, it's out of nerves than of any desire to be threatening. What's his head trying to do to him?]

If ya have a better idea for how to break it, I'm listenin'.

[He smiles, even though he knows it's stupid to ask a delusion to do this for him. It might almost be worse if you are the real England, but he also knows he's deeply vulnerable in this state.]

[unionjackingit]

[ Australia, you are trying his patience. he pulls a hand through his hair, frustrated. ]

Oh, for fuck- better idea? Alright.

[ and then he punches him in the face. which might feel familiar. ]

Feel that? It's damn real, you bastard!

[1/2]

[luckycountry]

[This is a rare occasion when he's not doing it on purpose either.]

[As he reels back, it feels very familiar. He's even going to have a black eye in the same place again.]

[As soon as the words are out of your mouth, he swings and punches you right back, on instinct as much as wanting to hit you again.]

[Then the pain hits him and yeah, that's not a delusion because he can really feel that. Which means...]

[2/2]

[luckycountry]

[Oh shit everything he's been experiencing is real.]

[He's overcome with a mixture of disgust, anger and embarrassment and though he knows it'd probably be better to stick together he doesn't want to be near you until he's okay with having been almost-honest with you. So possibly never.]

Thanks a fuckin' lot!

[He starts moving away from you rapidly, before his brain reminds him that the last time he saw you he ended things on a really sour note and regretted it within a day.]

...And for Christ's sake, don't get yaself killed, ya bastard.

Re: [2/2]

[unionjackingit]

[ ow! fuck yep definitely familiar feeling here. he staggers back, hand on his jaw ]

You're- ah- you're damn welcome.

[ at least it seems to have knocked some sense into him. he watches him move away, scowling ]

You're one to talk! Stay out of trouble!

[ seriously Australia, please don't do something stupid and die ]