二十三 [Text & Picture]

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I have not had the chance to properly use this system enough, it seems. I hope to change that in the future. Does anyone have any requests for things I should draw? It is a hobby of mine, and I will draw anything you would like.

I had planned on drawing something during this past Halloween, but I grew busy, so I apologize.

The weather seems to be growing colder. How is everyone faring?

[Japan has drawn his dog Pochi and Hanatamago together. The art is by Himaruya, not me, and any other art in this post will most likely be from outside fanart sites.

Also he'll be sitting in his room, drawing on his communicator. Those wanting to do action tags just be aware that his face is all bruised up. :|b]

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[brbmodernizing]

[...moving to stand.]

Is Norway-san around anymore?

[kongeriget]

I dunno. Yell for him or something!

[brbmodernizing]

If he is not in sight I would rather keep it that way for now. [moving to find youuu]

[kongeriget]

（　in the kitchen, poking around for something to make for dinner. but he stops at that.　）

…Why?

[brbmodernizing]

... I have spoken with him enough for today.

[kongeriget]

（　there's a brief delay.　） Yer still fighting.

[brbmodernizing]

[sliding his communicator into a pocket and stepping into the kitchen]

It is too soon to say that, I believe.

[kongeriget]

Ya guys— stop fighting! （　he turns at the voice, glaring sharp and dead serious about it.　）

[brbmodernizing]

...

We are trying, you realize.

[kongeriget]

It shouldn't have happened to start with. （　he turns again and slams a can on the counter, much louder than he needed to.　）

[brbmodernizing]

[watches for a moment and then slowly moves a bit closer.]

It is not such a simple situation.

[kongeriget]

Of course it is.

[brbmodernizing]

How so?

[kongeriget]

Because it's fucking stupid. （　looking around for the can opener with great force. finally he just takes a knife and stabs the can.　）

[brbmodernizing]

[s-staring. a long pause, and then:]

...It is your fault, you know.

[kongeriget]

No, it's yers! Both of yers. Nor's bein' a pain in the ass, but yer not helping! Both of ya just need to… forget about it and be friends! （　somewhat passionately, as he continues to stab/cut the can open.　） It shouldn't be hard, ya know.

[brbmodernizing]

Regardless of the "should" and "should not"s, it is.

[kongeriget]

Then stop!

[brbmodernizing]

[just a sad stare, and then he tries to change the subject again]

What are you making?

[kongeriget]

I… dunno yet. （　he stares down at the can of spinach.　）

[brbmodernizing]

Perhaps I could offer some assistance...

[kongeriget]

Ya have to get along with Nor again. Or ya can't live here. （　undeterred. he goes over to another cupboard and starts rummaging through more cans.　）

[brbmodernizing]

[...]

I assumed it was like that, so there is no need to say such things out loud.

[kongeriget]

Since it's bugging ya both, just… get over it.

[brbmodernizing]

We are trying, Denmark-san. We spoke just earlier.

[He doesn't accent it, but saying his name formally was done consciously.]