[England leans against the wall, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. yuck, he feels gross, despite that being such a pleasant memory]
Ah... My little brother. [brother, kind of son? they were certainly a lot like siblings, but also like parent and child. but, then, country relationships are bizarre] He was. Actually here for a while. In Cerealia. [he lifts his head, swallowing heavily from the nausea]
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Ah... My little brother. [brother, kind of son? they were certainly a lot like siblings, but also like parent and child. but, then, country relationships are bizarre] He was. Actually here for a while. In Cerealia. [he lifts his head, swallowing heavily from the nausea]