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Arthur gave a slight frown towards him. Sure he had meant to be serious before, but he mostly wanted to avoid the troublesome conflict as well. Well as long as his brother saw him as someone who was serious (which he usually is) then by all means let him! Or was it simply toying with him. Arthur gave a faint 'tsk'ing sound under his breath, annoyed already at the comment. Or at least what to think of it.

Oh great. One sector away from him wasn't really the most comforting thought in mind, but perhaps much better then the same one. Arthur gave a faint sigh as he described the area he lived in. His didn't seem like a good, natural environment as well. "Well I suppose then I'll be in your mind more often, now that you know that I'm here. At least I assume so. I apologize then if I'm wrong."

#tea-and-scoones #// aaa thank you so much! uwu

In his opinion, Arthur was far too serious for his own good, the kid needed to lighten up, take a breather, and he would have suggested a cigar, but those cost money, and he wasn't willing to give out samples. The tsk went noticed, but he let it slip by. It was the least he could do.

"Yeah, might pay you some unexpected visits. Y'know, when you're sleeping, or occupied with other business," he added, with a wry chuckle. "I don't plan on walking in on you and your witchcraft, though. From the looks of it, you need some time alone with that shit." Secret method of poking fun, by calling it witchcraft instead of magic.

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To his question, England couldn't answer. He isn't quite sure if his brother put him through so much after all those years of curse letters and being attacked, how worse could it actually get with him. As to a limit...well, everyone has their own limit right? "I'm sure you can if you really wanted to.." His pride taking over once again, "but that doesn't mean I would allow you to do so, Scotland." His tone was serious and to the point.

No more going through crap with him anymore. This has to stop now. Even if it meant standing up to him. He gave a heavy sigh, trying to control a bit of his anger. No way he would ever, again, ever strike his brother. No matter how tempting it seemed. He would try and restrain himself.

Arthur stopped walking from him. Hearing his brothers question... he wasn't sure if it would be best to lie or not. If he lied, their would probably be consequences. Maybe. He wasn't really sure... nor did he want to know. "I'm in sector four. Floor 'I' " He turned his head to his brother to ask him now. "Do you live around this area?"

#tea-and-scoones #// no no its okay! he's such a vague character that he's 99% headcanon #so i see where you're coming from!

It could get worse, indeed, but he didn't ever plan on using the max of his arsenal against his brother. He'd put himself through far worse before considering doing the same. True, the way he acted was difficult to interpret, especially towards the receiver of the abuse, but there was a tough brotherly pride that lingered somewhere in his mindset. It had never occurred to him that he was going about it incorrectly, and assumed everyone worked in the same way.

"Oh? So you're finally serious with me now? That's good to hear." Amusing... Arthur thought that the bullying would ever come to an end, especially when he denied himself the urge to strike him back.

Gauging his brother's intelligence, he guessed that Arthur would have had enough sense not to lie, or else he would have been in for it. "Nah, I'm over at W-3. Ghettos, whatnot. It's a pain to deal with. Almost takes my mind off of you, but not quite."

#// let me just sit here and secretly love on the face family.

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#Hetalia #Scotland #queue

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Crowded Cage

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Throwing open the door had only managed to move the stench of cigar smoke away from a brief moment before it came rushing back in, almost overwhelming the Greeed. He knew for a fact that he hadn’t been smoking, not since his arrival in that city, at least, so the first impression he got of his burglar was that he was a smoking fiend who didn’t know he was supposed to leave after taking the goods. Joyful.

“Not when said fellow is in my apartment, helping himself to my booze.”

Oh, that guy was going to get his head twisted off his shoulders if he didn’t leave immediately. Ankh was not in the mood for fun and games, especially when his muscles were ready to snap. Still, he was pretty sure he would be able to gather the strength needed to take down the intruder, or, at the very least, blow him out the window, although that would have been less satisfactory than having his claws at his neck.

Ankh entered the kitchen with heavy footsteps, eyeing up the other. Another foreigner, although, if he thought about it, all the people in that city were. His eyes were just as annoyed as Ankh’s. A confrontation was clearly coming their way, considering how headstrong the two even appeared. Hell, if he was anything like Ankh, then this could not end well for either of them.

“You have about thirty seconds to tell me who you are or to get the Hell out of my house.”

The door of the apartment was slammed open, and he squinted at the being, wondering who'd cause such an entrance as to walk in with such fervor. The first thing he noticed was how neatly styled and angled the man's hair was. It bordered on eccentric, seeing as that hadn't been the trend since... No, he didn't keep tabs on trends, that wasn't a part of his interests. Plus, the centuries blurred together, for one having been alive as long as he had been.

Glaring up at the other, he chose to simply ignore the rude question he'd been given, and to ask his own, instead. If this annoying git wasn't going to show him a single ounce of manners, then neither was he.

He could feel those eyes looking him up and down, judging him. The threat didn't faze him, since he knew he could stand his ground in pretty much any situation. With this being said, there was no sure win, but at least he had a chance, and that was what mattered. Then again, he had no idea who this was, what powers he had retained, any of his weaponry, etc. A bit foolish of him, in this situation, but once something got him riled up, he wasn't stopping.

"You looking for a fight, pretty boy? This place's just as mine as it is yours. That's what I was told by the runners of this city."

#wandering-bird

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Ow... he had nearly forgotten how it was liked to be slapped like that from his brother. It did send a piercing sting from his cheek to around his face. Anyone else who had dare hit him would have no mercy from the Brit, but something held him back. Arthur didn't want to hurt his older brother. he held such hatred and yet, respect for not harming his older sibling.

He rubbed his slapped cheek slightly, soothing the pain for it to go away. He glanced up at his brother after his little talk. Who would ever want to go looking for a fight? Not him, that's certain. Did he give off a wrong vibe towards his brother..? No way. It would have come either way. That's why he wanted him to get on with it.

Glancing to the side to respond to his brother's question. "No it wasn't. You would have done so either way. I only wanted you to get on with this." He shrugged his shoulder to get Scotland's hand of his own shoulder. "Now that you finally got a whack of me, I'd rather much return to my room now. Thank you." He turned around to head home. Though the thought came a bit late if he should wait for his brother to leave him or not.

#tea-and-scoones #// sorry for the wait! idk but in my opinion he wouldn't hit him outright so i had to wait a bit;;#oh and merry christmas c:

A pang of disappointment, if he could classify it as such, ran through him upon seeing his brother not lash out in return, watching him as he held any form of a reaction in. Having been headstrong his entire life, he couldn't understand why the man was holding himself back. Instead, England chose to simply stand there, assuaging the injury he'd just received.

"You make it sound as if I give myself a limit on how much I feel like kicking your arse. Do you think you have enough willpower to endure what I can put you through?" If he felt like it, he could have put his brother in the hospital, for a very, very long time. But after every thrashing, he left him with enough energy to get up and about, to get away, so that he would come back another day, smarts gained. And he figured that this way, maybe he'd learn.

But he never did. And probably never would.

Arthur was always one for manners and properness, even though he was easily provoked, which could bring out that foul language of his. The redhead returned his hand to his side, after it being deftly removed from the blonde's shoulder. "Where are you staying?" Now to see if his brother would lie to his face. Not that he would be able to tell, anyway.

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Took it the wrong way? How the bloody hell could he have taken it the wrong way? Nothing in the past had changed. So what makes things different now. Arthur couldn't understand him at all. Nor the other two as well.

"It's the same story for all it seems." He commented. As far as he's concerned, at very least. Though he still wanted to know more what made this place more enjoyable then back where one had come from.

Yup. That wasn't the right response at all. Though it was to be expected. He remained silent, his damn pride getting the better of him after so many years of this. No more crying or whimpering away from him. That was all in the past. "You just don't strike the type to want to hold a conversation like this without already beating me up and yelling at me." He was tired of all that. But the thought never occurred that even after all this time of lose contact, could one actually change?

#tea-and-scoones #// i hope... that's okay...

Every single action that he executed, every single word that escaped from his lips only added to his anger, and he figured that he was going to need an outlet soon. It had always been Arthur, so why not now?

Why hadn't it been?

He resigned. None of this talking crap that he'd somehow actually convinced himself to try, as if it were some novel concept. And here he was, thinking that a new environment could somehow force him to play nice. What a painful, stupid idea, he thought, as he quickly discarded the idea for a good, solemn eternity. With a gloved hand, he sharply struck his brother on the cheek, glowering down at his form.

Mhmm, there we go. This was his comfort zone, his element. He wasn't used to seeing Arthur stand up for himself, but don't get him wrong, he wants to see him stand up for himself. It's part of the reason why he and the other two had persisted in their cruel actions for so long.

"It's like you're asking for it, punk. Do you want me to hit you? Is that why you're suggesting it?"

A few more people have appeared!

Heh, chick with the waffles. Of course that’s how she’s remembered. Suppose it could be worse though. She’d rather be remembered for her amazing waffle making skills as opposed to something else.

“How long have you been here? Don’t the citizens back at home worry?”

Huh….That was actually a good question. Since she’s been here she hadn’t actually thought about what her people back home were thinking. It’s crossed her mind once or twice, though she’s never given it any thought.

“Well, I’ve been here for a few weeks or so. Although, your guess is as good as mine when it comes to the people back home. I would imagine that our governments are probably freaking out, though.”

Related to that man with the strange, tall hair and the blue-striped scarf, he knows that, as well.

"I've seen some of the damage left behind, since more of the prominent figures disappeared initially, such as Japan, England, Canada..." He went on to list several others, mostly the remaining Allies and their relatives, before he drew it to a close with a soft chuckle.

"Most of the government heads were terrified that their country would be next, and issued a close watch on them. Regardless, this didn't do anything to cease the rate at which everyone was leaving." Leaving... Was that the right word? He didn't know.

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Crowded Cage [@Roommates]

It had been days since Ankh had checked into his own apartment. He despised that place greatly, not only for how foreign it looks, but how it felt. There were eyes everywhere, and while he couldn’t see them himself, he could feel them constantly, even to the point of paranoia. Because of that fact, the bird kaijin despised coming back home, and would often leave for days without end, desperately trying to stay away.

It had been too long, however, even for him. Exhaustion had started to set in and the Greeed needed sleep like nothing else at that moment. Wandering from sector to sector was draining, more so than he ever thought it could be. Eventually, he managed to make it back to the sector oo2 complex.

The elevator ride was welcomed, as it allowed the kaijin to rest his legs, but very short. The large metallic doors opened, allowing the light from the hallway to shine in his eyes. Fuck, did he hate that place… Ankh forced himself away from the elevator wall as he walked over to his apartment. Sleep, that was the only thing on his mind. That was the only thing he wanted.

But sleep was the last thing that was going to happen as he grabbed a hold of the knob. The door was already unlocked, fact which caught the Greeed off-guard. He didn’t really care for that place, but he distinctly recalled locking it before leaving. Great, a burglar. Ankh threw the door open with a kick. A figure was standing right in front of him in the main room.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” His words carried venom. This wasn’t how his afternoon was supposed to go, and, to say the least, the kaijin was pissed.

Whomever he was supposed to be sharing this apartment with, he hoped that they didn't mind that as long as he was around, the area would always be graced with the heavy stench of his cigar smoke.

From what he could tell, his room and accommodations weren't the greatest, but somewhat workable. Getting up, he noticed the lack of any other presence but his, and assumed that his roommates were up and about. Big city, it probably had lots for the residents to toy with. No guarantees, though. The nation always left the bed unkempt and unmade after naps, such as now, or in the mornings, covers pushed up towards the edge of the mattress; he preferred it that way, laziness getting the best of him, and often ended up having to half-heartedly remake it right before he retired for the day.

A sudden itch in his fingers told him that he'd been lacking on his daily intake of alcohol, and he decided to cure that right away, his feet instantly directing him towards the kitchen. He pulled open the refrigerator, scanning its contents for the bottle, bottle... hmm... Where was the damn bottle-- Ah, there we go. All minor frustration was forgotten as he singlehandedly popped open the cap on his precious elixir - perhaps out of desperation, he'd outlearned the metallic bottle opener quite a long time ago.

Taking a seat at the dining table and propping his feet up onto the mahogany, he held it up and took a swig, as a sample, then ran his tongue of his lips, deciding that he approved of the taste. Though it troubled him that he couldn't associate it with a particular name... Rather odd, coming from one who spent so much time around Ireland.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”

Ouch. Harsh words were thrown his way, a haughty arrogance tacked onto the letters, ruining whatever contentment he held prior to this rude meeting. He set the brown glass down, as to not shatter it by accident. Heaven knows how many bottles he's broken out of sheer anger.

"What, a fellow isn't allowed the right to sit here and to simply enjoy a drink?"

#wandering-bird

A few more people have appeared!

It was pretty obvious to her that he didn’t actually know who she was. It didn’t really bother her though. She’s used to being looked over by people. Not that she’s was invisible, like poor Mattie, but when you have countries like France and Germany as neighbors it was pretty easy to miss her.

“Ahhh, good guess~ Oui, I’m Belgium.”

To be honest, she felt a bit odd having to introduce herself to another country. Despite them both being European countries it almost felt like she was talking to a totally stranger. Perhaps that was true though? The two of them have had hardly any interaction up until this point, so technically they were strangers to one another.

His hunch had been correct. When he wasn't off being an asshole, he was mildly tolerable, if you could believe so. It was just incredibly easy for him to fly off the handle at nothing in particular.

"Thanks. Chick with the waffles, if I remember right." There was one time that her talent had been briefly mentioned, and England had been angry, because they'd tried to discourage him from cooking it because none of his concoctions ever turned out right, only the magic ones, but he'd ignored them, and when the machine blew up, it wasn't their faults.

"How long have you been here? Don't the citizens back at home worry?" He was still curious as to how that worked.

A few more people have appeared!

Even though she’s never really spoken with him before, maybe a couple words here and there during meetings, she knew exactly who he was. Or at least she was pretty sure.

“You’re Scotland, oui?” Rather a silly question really, since she was more then certain it was him, but she figured she would ask anyway, just in case.

Meetings? No, he rarely went to those - mainly the important ones that demanded nearly every country be there, since Arthur represented the United Kingdom at conventions, something he'd secretly resent for eternity.

A nod. "Yeah." He fixed his green gaze on her, head tilted, trying to recall her name, keeping the French speech in mind. It wasn't France, since everyone knew France, the man was indeed reputable by nature.

"Belgium?" He made a guess.

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Honestly, what game was he playing at here. Arthur couldn't figure it out. He was certain this was going to not just be a quick Q&A. Hopefully he was wrong, but what were the chances of that.

England glance to the side as he coughed, after the smoke hit his face. That was perhaps the worst thing that could get him angry. He had already felt his anger rise a bit, but not much to let out on him.

"Well I could say the same. Didn't expect you to arrive here as well." Now, he suppose, he understood what the fuss was with Alfred and Matthew when they say Arthur in the same city. "So it seems all it took was to disappear less then a week, then would be found eventually? Sounds like you really put effort." His tone held a hint of sarcasm, which he'll probably regret next. It wasn't meant to be said out loud. "So what am I needed for from you, Scotland?" He did hesitate to ask but just had to know what he was thinking.

Again, his leaning against the rules was beginning to show its colors, not caring if he made someone feel uncomfortable at all.

It was just like Arthur, to jump to conclusions and throw a hissy fit if he didn't like what was being said. "No, no, not at all, you took it the wrong way."

Despite his feelings, Arthur was part of the four, and it was a big blow to them to have lost track of him. And maybe, just maybe, there was a bit of unspoken brotherly concern in there, most definitely present. The jolt of panic that'd surged through the remaining three when they'd heard he'd gone missing... There was only one England in this world, and if it fell off the face of the Earth, the world wouldn't be pleased, nor would they. "Looks like we got abducted by scientists... The white-coat sort. All prissy and shit."

"You don't talk to me like that, Kirkland, is that understood? Hell, I'd beat the bloody crap out of you, but there's nothing wrong with wanting to hold a civil conversation with someone."

A few more people have appeared!

“Two more, hm? Well, it’s lovely to meet you both~!”

Surprise, surprise. Turns out he's only seen her around a few times, and doesn't know her name. Just in Europe, that's all he knows. "Hello to you too."

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The grip on his shoulder didn't prevent him from moving away from the Scottish man. Now it was certain that their was no way he could have turned back to leave him. Damn it. What on earth could he possibly want now. Was it going to be the same just like before? If so...then this will certainly be very troublesome to deal with.

He stayed quiet, waiting for Scotland to begin speaking, but it seems like nothing came out. This is certainly going to be a bother. "So, what is it you want today. After all, you had said we hadn't spoken for a while. Just spit it out." Just get it over with already...that's all he wants.

Arousing suspicion wouldn't be his wisest choice, in an environment he wasn't readily familiar with, and... that choice went flying out the window.

His brother's presence displeased him, if one could put it as such, and gave off negative vibes, since he didn't harbor much positive emotion towards the other. But at the same time, his strange tsundere antics brought him amusement. It entertained him to override Arthur's attempts at shoving him away, simply because he couldn't do it. No matter what.

Again, he wasn't going to have the younger beating him at his game.

"I don't have anything planned. Didn't expect to see you here at all," he said, lowering the cigar from his mouth and blowing a smoke ring, right into his face. "When we heard you went missing, we were sort of worried, but figured you'd turn up eventually."

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Shit shit shit. England had thought to himself, hearing his brother's words towards him. He wasn't going to look back now. Already knowing what was to come with him around. if only today he would pick the day to curse him, he would. But damn... he left all that stuff back in his room.

He stopped walking and turned on his heel to face his red-headed brother. No way he would be walking away from this. The game of chase will come to an end now. No way he was going to give his older brother any kind of satisfaction at all. Giving him a usual, dull look towards him. "It's too cold out and I wanted to go home." he stated flatly. "I'll be sure to call or visit another time, but right now I would like to go inside my own room, if you will." No way that was going to happen, that he was sure. But hey, what does he have to lose now as he prepares to endure what his brother would say or do.

If Arthur had caught word of how Scotland didn't have his cursing abilities on his person at the moment, he would have been in for a surprise, and that could have been used as an offensive trick to end this match temporarily.

So he'd decided to halt and face him. How brave, to take it upon himself to do so. As he talked, he caught up, so that only a foot of concrete separated the two, and placed a hand on the younger man's shoulder, establishing a firm grip, tightening it with disapproval, as he took in what the blonde said.

Calling this home already... Pitiful, if he could say. Prior, this place had rubbed off on Arthur more than he had thought.

"You can wait." He didn't ask for his opinion, just enforced his own upon him. He glanced upon the defiant glare that he received, and smirked. Lies, those were all lies. It was blatantly obvious that Arthur didn't want anything to do with him whatsoever, but he wasn't allowing him to leave.

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Well it might be the city climate...where ever he was, that brought the temperature down. or perhaps because of how late of the day it was. He wasn't exactly sure, but it must be one or the other. The Brit wanted to go back inside his own room, where he shared with two others, sit in the kitchen, and have a nice cup of tea. Earl grey prefered for this kind of day.

Though since he was still new to the city, he was still trying to find his way around the city. he must be close according to one of the maps he had passed, right?

"Bloody cold weather..." He grumbled to himself until he sniffed the air, a familiar cigar smell. Arthur stopped on his tracks as he looked about the area for where that was coming from. Hoping it was just someone who happened to smoke the same cigar as one of his older brothers. That would be the last thing he had expected.

Sadly it seems all hopes of someone else being there was all gone. A familiar red-head was about. Damn it. None other then his older brother, Scotland. He quickly turned right around, hoping that he didn't catch a glimpse of him.

He wasn't completely aware of the full extent of his limited options. Were the residents supposed to stay put, like lab rats? There was food, at least, an aspect that he could ease his mind off of. Good, because he needed that space for other ponderances and analyses.

The muttered curse word, the sharp, directional maneuver in his stride, as the other began to hurriedly walk away... If his brother wanted to play chase, then so be it.

Oh, no. You aren't going anywhere. Not in this domain.

With a smile, falsely laced with the smallest bits of sweet intention, he slowly approached the other, taking slow steps, and spoke. Though they weren't within talking distance, he knew that his voice would reach him, simply due to the fact that aside from them, there was no other source of noise, except the constant whirr of the electricity. "Arthur, why would you be in such a rush to leave? We haven't talked in such a long time."