Abilities: Like any of the other nations, England has that durability of being not only stronger than the average human but he can’t be killed like them either, unless something happens to his government or his people. He also can use a bit of magic as well, so far seen mostly when he’s in his ‘Britannian Angel’ guise and when he’s tried to use spells to summon the devil Russia against his foes. Other: N/A
It was entirely too quiet when England opened his eyes; which under normal circumstances shouldn’t be of any alarm but he was fairly sure he didn’t fall asleep in something like a lawn chair.
“What in bloody hell is going on?!” The words were all but hissed out as he stood up from the chair and looked around his surroundings; surely this had to be some kind of a stupid joke. It would be different if he’d gone out and possibly gotten drunk or something the night before, but he KNEW he’d remember going out at all, and considering he remembered clearly going to bed after doing some embroidery last night, that wasn’t the case in the least.
“Keep calm, Kirkland. There has to be a damn explanation for this...”
Such was muttered half to himself, turning to look at the house behind him and the envelope plastered to the door with his name on it. Yes. This definitely had to be someone’s stupid idea of a joke. America thought he was funny by pulling practical jokes on him or just being an idiot because he thought it would be funny to ‘get a rise’ out of him. Running fingers through his hair irritably, he stormed up to the house and snatched the envelope off of it, but then it did hit him. Having lived with America as long as he had, he’d recognize the other nation’s writing, and this was too neat; too proper to be his writing. Couldn’t even be France’s either as the sod had a tendency to overdo everything.
At least that was how he saw it.
It took barely a moment for the Englishman to go through the papers inside the envelope – not only once but several times – before he set them down and shook his head. So... if this thing wasn’t lying... this house, yard, car... everything was his? A perfect little paradise. A ‘home away from home’ if that damned card hadn’t been deceiving him when he’d read it. If he was completely honest with himself the idea didn’t sound awful, but he pushed the idea from his head for now and back to things as they stood.
There was a logical explanation for this. Dream, Hallucination... something. Nothing could be THIS perfect, could it?
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It was entirely too quiet when England opened his eyes; which under normal circumstances shouldn’t be of any alarm but he was fairly sure he didn’t fall asleep in something like a lawn chair.
“What in bloody hell is going on?!” The words were all but hissed out as he stood up from the chair and looked around his surroundings; surely this had to be some kind of a stupid joke. It would be different if he’d gone out and possibly gotten drunk or something the night before, but he KNEW he’d remember going out at all, and considering he remembered clearly going to bed after doing some embroidery last night, that wasn’t the case in the least.
“Keep calm, Kirkland. There has to be a damn explanation for this...”
Such was muttered half to himself, turning to look at the house behind him and the envelope plastered to the door with his name on it. Yes. This definitely had to be someone’s stupid idea of a joke. America thought he was funny by pulling practical jokes on him or just being an idiot because he thought it would be funny to ‘get a rise’ out of him. Running fingers through his hair irritably, he stormed up to the house and snatched the envelope off of it, but then it did hit him. Having lived with America as long as he had, he’d recognize the other nation’s writing, and this was too neat; too proper to be his writing. Couldn’t even be France’s either as the sod had a tendency to overdo everything.
At least that was how he saw it.
It took barely a moment for the Englishman to go through the papers inside the envelope – not only once but several times – before he set them down and shook his head. So... if this thing wasn’t lying... this house, yard, car... everything was his? A perfect little paradise. A ‘home away from home’ if that damned card hadn’t been deceiving him when he’d read it. If he was completely honest with himself the idea didn’t sound awful, but he pushed the idea from his head for now and back to things as they stood.
There was a logical explanation for this. Dream, Hallucination... something. Nothing could be THIS perfect, could it?
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