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Post by [x] Spain on Sept 20, 2012 14:19:16 GMT -5
Reminicing and boasting about his great authors and poets was certaintly soemthing England would do on a normal basis, which made Spain feel so much better.
If the Brit bothered to get them right. If memory served him correctly, Spain recalled America bragging about his 'great ones' a while ago. "We all have our famous writers, England; but you can't go around taking ones that belong to others~" he sang, flipping the fish so it wouldn't burn. "Doesn't Edgar Allen Poe belong to America~?" Well, that was another thin he could see England doing normally: claiming other great authors as his own. Maybe that's where America got it from. "However, I prefer my writers above all. Though that may be just me."
Oh, how he would have loved to make some sarcastic response to the trust statement. Just something to cut him down a little bit. But he had already been through enough traumatic emotional confessions today, so he let is slide. A little. "Well, some of us have to work on that a bit. But we'll get there in time. We just have to let the ones that don't want to open up know that no matter what, we'll always be there for them, even if they don't want us to." Of course he was also talking about himself, but directing it mostly at England. "After all, we don't have much of a choice these days."
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Post by England on Sept 20, 2012 19:13:53 GMT -5
"He was born in America, but that's all there is to it." England shrugged, saying it as if it were common knowledge. "The way that man spun his words, there is no way he could have been American in heart and soul. Americans trash the English language, but that man gave me hope. I'm pretty sure that somewhere, he's definitely mine." Yes, he'd always wanted the poet to be his own so he could pride himself over such gorgeous writing. Days and nights spent pouring over his work, analyzing every line and dying to meet him in person pretty much convinced England he was his really.
That... and the fact that he had a tendency to want to take beautiful things from others when he didn't feel they deserved them. Perhaps a remnant of his empire mentality. Or just a way to create a security blanket around himself. Either way, England never really played fair. Which one of the Nations ever did, really?
England then listened to Spain for a bit without replying, tensing imperceptibly as he felt pointed at by the statements he was making. He probably was overthinking things, really, but he still couldn't help but feel like those words were meant for him.
"Yes, well, some people just don't like opening up." Only the courageous would dare share their weaknesses with other, and when it came to that, England was far from courageous. He never wanted anybody to know, ever. "But I guess many of us don't have a choice." he didn't count himself in the 'many'. "Since we are, after all, living in harmony under one roof."
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Post by [x] Spain on Sept 23, 2012 17:22:55 GMT -5
"Of course~ Whatever you say~" Spain hummed to himself, waving his hand side-to-side as if brushing away the comments. "Just don't start taking mine, alright~? Then we'll have a bit of a problem."
With a small laugh, he realized just how interesting that would be if all of a sudden his long-time rival started claiming his great minds for his own. Wouldn't the implications of that be fun~? He couldn't blame him for trying to take Poe though. Even Spain had to admire his talents. But he knew the backstory of that great mind and the sorrowful grief that caused him to write such tragically beautiful works. The pain that man went through was incredibly and didn't befit such a talented man. But out of suffering comes beauty, he reminded himself, watching to make sure the fish didn't burn.
"Then their decisions are their decisions. We can't force them to open up if they really don't want to." Unless, of course, it was impacting their decision-making. Then he would be more than willing to step in. "That we are. You did a good job, England. Creating this place, I mean." With an almost-teasing smile, he turned around for a second. "Though it needs some repair work~ I have a small list going of what needs to be repaired, but if you would be so kind as to give me what you've found, I'll get to work on fixing this place up a bit as soon as possible~"
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Post by England on Sept 25, 2012 19:04:16 GMT -5
"I'd much rather if my spoils of war spoke English, or at least could be taught English to. I'd highly doubt people would let me dig out their literary geniuses from the grave an attempt to teach them English." England grumbled. Anyways, he was content with his own writers and artists of all sorts. To each their own, as they say.
He stopped for a moment to acknowledge Spain's praise without a word, refusing to give himself more credit than he should. Like Spain pointed out, it wasn't the greatest he could've done and the need for repairs was urgent. Still, he didn't believe his work was worthless, and he certainly was not, and he was willing to correct anyone that didn't give him enough credit for the back-breaking labour he'd done for them.
"Right, well, I guess things could use a fix around here. There's always room for improvement, I suppose." he thought out loud. "I have yet to trace the warehouse blueprints, which are essential to us if we want to renovate certain spaces... Can't go around breaking walls as we want, or else this entire bloody building will collapse on us." he mumbled, reaching for his tea and realizing it was lukewarm. What a bother.
" I probably should get back to work then. If you don't have any other matters to attend to asides your daily duties, I suppose I'll postpone everything to draw the blueprints for you, so you can get started on the renovations. If I start today and disregard my other non-urgent tasks, I should be done in a week's time. Does that sound fair to you?"
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