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Post by Liechtenstein on Sept 5, 2012 8:09:25 GMT -5
Liechtenstein was a little surprised at his answer. She assumed his favorite color was red like the color of his hair or the color of the rose he first called the light from. “There is also blue in my flag!” She exclaimed.
She searched for her favorite color through the moving lights and pointed enthusiastically at a particular floating yellow light. “I like that one. The color reminds me of the sun.” And smiled up at him.
Then for the first time, she wondered about his identity since they have not introduced each other yet. She collected the information she knew about him so far: prickly purple weed, calling pretty lights and blue flag. Unfortunately, she did not much about purple weed and there are many nations with a blue flag. But she have a fairly good guess who he might be because of his physical resemblance to England. There was only one way to find out if her guess is correct.
“…Mr.Scotland?” She asked tentatively.
((Another late and short post D: ))
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Post by Scotland on Sept 6, 2012 8:45:18 GMT -5
When the girl admitted to sharing the color of his flag, he perked a trademark British eyebrow and mused "that so?"
As she pointed to a yellow wisp and declared it her favorite, he contemplated her description, deciding that yes, it suited her. She was sunny and cheerful, just like the sun. Even in the mid of winter, during a zombie apocalypse. A rare find.
He was jostled out of his thoughts when she called his name and he tilted his head slightly. "Aye. An' ye be Liechtenstein. Ya chummy-like /close/ wit' Switzerland. Wut kinda brother he be like?"
More wisps passed in front of his face as he watched her. As far as he knew, the two countries were close, even friendly with each other. He couldn't say he was that close to his siblings. He was friendliest with Ireland, but all through the ages, the parts of the British Isles had pushed and shoved at each other, knocking each other down and fighting.
[It is kind of tough, isn't it?]
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Post by Liechtenstein on Oct 1, 2012 8:41:25 GMT -5
Liechtenstein was relieved she guessed his identity correctly and a little surprise that Scotland know her name. Her fingers subconsciously laced around the pretty ribbon on the right side of her head.
“Big brother is a very kind and gentle person. He took me in and cared for me when I was going through a troubling time, I am very grateful to Switzerland... †She frowned, unable to properly put how kind her brother was. “…I love him very much.â€
She blushed, the two of them don’t usually exchanged words of affection but rather through actions. He took her in and fed her, she look up to him and cut her hair to imitate his. He brought her a ribbon, she made him a present.
“What about your brothers?†She asked, wondering what having England as a brother like.
((I'm sorry I've been gone so long. I missed you very much!))
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Post by Scotland on Oct 6, 2012 8:39:03 GMT -5
Scotland couldn't help but wonder how he and his siblings would have turned out if Ancient Rome hadn't swept in and tore the family apart. If they hadn't constantly fought just to exist when they were young. What would the world be like today if they hadn't gone on their if you can't defend it, it's MINE! binge around the world. Would England be a gentler nation, like Liechtenstein? If Scotland hadn't been forcefully separated from the others would they be friendlier to each other now?
"I got two broth--ers, an'a sister." He almost clipped brother and sister short like he usually did, but remembered himself and added in the extra sounds. "We fought a lot."
He decided to leave out the more unpleasant parts where they tried to kill each other. He wasn't ashamed of it; he just didn't think she would like hearing about it. "Wales, he's a quiet one. He was a pretty good scrapper, but new he jus' wants ta raise sheep. He's real close wit England though."
He batted a wisp away from hovering in front of his face like a mosquito. "Ireland, we still be friendly. She decided ta be her own country instead o' the United Kingdom." He said the last part pretty wistfully, reminded of his own failed attempts to do the same.
"An' England, he was a cute wee one. Scared one minnit an' bitin' yer ankles the next." He curled his hands and moved his fingers like repeatedly closing fangs. "New he's just a crabbit--I mean, a mean bassa /bastard/. He takes wee nations away from their big sisters. Ju' like North Ireland. An' he kicks puppies."
Scotland managed to catch one of his slang words, and missed the second. Then he embellished the story a bit to drive his point home. The kicking of cute, defenseless puppies should offend a girl like Liechtenstein, if the tearing apart of nations didn't.
He didn't believe she should look up to England. She should look to someone who knew how to survive and stay out of trouble, like her own brother. The British family was more who you looked at for lessons on dysfunctional.
[He's saying 'now' but it comes out like 'new']
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