[Chibi wraps his arms around England in turn, squeezing tightly as he can manage and choking back tears. He doesn't want to turn into a mess now, especially not when England is the one who really needs the comfort. He's about to do something big, for the good of the colony, and yet Chibi is the one who's all broken up.]
[He's alright, really! Just... Give him a minute to compose himself.]
I will be your voice if you need it. At least, for the initial part of it; the questions will be all yours. [It'd be easier than passing a paper around, maybe. He forces a smile, one that becomes genuine around the corners of his eyes.]
But before that... [He pulls out a small notepad and pen from his hat, then flips through a bunch of poems to a blank page towards the end. With his typical messy handwriting, he scratches out:] Should I wait to ask my questions, or shall I ask them now?
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[He's alright, really! Just... Give him a minute to compose himself.]
I will be your voice if you need it. At least, for the initial part of it; the questions will be all yours. [It'd be easier than passing a paper around, maybe. He forces a smile, one that becomes genuine around the corners of his eyes.]
But before that... [He pulls out a small notepad and pen from his hat, then flips through a bunch of poems to a blank page towards the end. With his typical messy handwriting, he scratches out:] Should I wait to ask my questions, or shall I ask them now?