[England has been in Cerealia long enough to know that this is some kind of trick. even though he knows, the words still sting, because he can actually imagine that person saying those things. not the part about giving up, no. England's important person would never give up (unless they were bored of the task). but the other things...
You always did have a habit of looking for the things you can never find. A trait of only the most worthless.
the words cut through him like a knife. England yells back, tells whoever is bothering him to go away. he has to get back to his apartment, or somewhere warm. if he doesn't, he may freeze to death. he may have been a nation, but the cold could still affect him, still chill him to the bone.
and that's when he feels the presence of something else. something not human. a spirit? it's been forever since he felt anything magical! some benevolent creature has come to save him!]
Hello? Yes! I can hear you! [he shouts over the howling wind, even as that other person that's not really there barks out a laugh at him. England begins trudging through the snow, towards the other being he's sensing]
thank you ;v;
You always did have a habit of looking for the things you can never find. A trait of only the most worthless.
the words cut through him like a knife. England yells back, tells whoever is bothering him to go away. he has to get back to his apartment, or somewhere warm. if he doesn't, he may freeze to death. he may have been a nation, but the cold could still affect him, still chill him to the bone.
and that's when he feels the presence of something else. something not human. a spirit? it's been forever since he felt anything magical! some benevolent creature has come to save him!]
Hello? Yes! I can hear you! [he shouts over the howling wind, even as that other person that's not really there barks out a laugh at him. England begins trudging through the snow, towards the other being he's sensing]