[England was just about to ask another question about the goats when a sudden nausea hits him. bleeeeh...
his memory starts off in darkness, but there's the sound of someone calling to him, as well as the feeling of being patted on the face.
Engwaaaaaand! Engwand!
England opens his eyes. above him is a small blond child holding a flower crown. England pushes himself up to a seated position. they are outside, and it must be summer. a gentle breeze is blowing through the tall grass, and there isn't a cloud in the sky.
I must have fallen asleep... I'm sorry, America.
the little boy just smiles and giggles before beckoning England to lean in close so that he can put the flower crown on his head. he has his own crown too.
See? Now we match!
We certainly do.
England reaches over and gently rubs America's head, making sure he doesn't disturb the crown. there's a sense of warmth radiating off of him, you can feel it deep in your bones. it's a happy time for him, perhaps one of his fondest memories.
Come on, we should go inside and get some lunch.
Yay! Wunch!
England reaches down to take America's hand, and the memory fades away.
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his memory starts off in darkness, but there's the sound of someone calling to him, as well as the feeling of being patted on the face.
Engwaaaaaand! Engwand!
England opens his eyes. above him is a small blond child holding a flower crown. England pushes himself up to a seated position. they are outside, and it must be summer. a gentle breeze is blowing through the tall grass, and there isn't a cloud in the sky.
I must have fallen asleep... I'm sorry, America.
the little boy just smiles and giggles before beckoning England to lean in close so that he can put the flower crown on his head. he has his own crown too.
See? Now we match!
We certainly do.
England reaches over and gently rubs America's head, making sure he doesn't disturb the crown. there's a sense of warmth radiating off of him, you can feel it deep in your bones. it's a happy time for him, perhaps one of his fondest memories.
Come on, we should go inside and get some lunch.
Yay! Wunch!
England reaches down to take America's hand, and the memory fades away.
what the hell]