[Of course. England scoffs in response even though he was expecting it.
He looks up from the contents of the book when he realises America is getting closer. With some confusion, his gaze falls to America's hand. He's not really expecting to see a delicate floral teacup.
Cautiously, he closes the book and shifts it into one hand so that he can reach out and gingerly pluck the cup from America's grasp.] Er...thank you.
[England turns the cup around. Sure enough, he can see where the handle has broken off. A shame, really; it's very charming otherwise.
Still, he'll take it. Only partially because America gave it to him, but mostly because if he ever has tea with anyone here, it would only be proper to have enough cups!
England's gaze alights on the bracelet adorning his wrist again. He clears his throat.] I mean...no sense in letting a perfectly functional cup go to waste! Perhaps we'll find a handle for it somewhere.
[America grins brightly. That means England liked it!] Maybe we can make one with something! [It's not like America doesn't have a ton of odds and ends.]
[England feels a little blinded by America's grin at the moment, and worse, he feels something bubbly in his chest, which is never a good sign.] Right. We'll have a look once we settle in for the night.
Okay, cool--hey, look! [And America's attention span drifts to something yellow and squeaky nearby. He grabs it. It's a rubber duck. He is squeaking it a lot right in England's face.]
What are you— [England's question is very rudely interrupted by the sound of squeaking. He lets out an indignant noise and ducks heheh away, since both of his hands are too occupied to swat at the obnoxious little thing.] Stop that! Insufferable wanker.
Oh, for God's sake. [It's not that cute! It doesn't even have a face!
England huffs and moves over to the shelves again so that he can set down the book and teacup in preparation to put them into his backpack.] Are you going to name him?
[That was sarcastic. Except actually England is pretty sure America will.]
As England withdraws and sets aside various items from his pack, something occurs to him over the horrific sounds of squeaking. He stops again, feigning thoughtfulness as he looks up at the shelves.] I suppose I could make dinner, if you're too busy searching with Sam...
[And suddenly America is back beside England, swiftly as if he'd teleported.] No way, dude, making dinner's my job. [Also breakfast and lunch and snacks and all food.]
[England knew that would work. Not that there's anything wrong with his food! But he was sure America would rather put down the duck than let England prepare any kind of meal.
[England is still busy carefully packing up that broken teacup and sliding the book in where it will fit best.] How generous of you.
[By the time he's done playing supply Tetris, he looks up to see the mess America is making, and his mouth pulls into a frown.] Careful with some of that.
I'm always careful! [With that Completely True Statement, America has finally sorted out the food and food prep stuff from everything else he carries around with him, and he's going about setting things up.]
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He looks up from the contents of the book when he realises America is getting closer. With some confusion, his gaze falls to America's hand. He's not really expecting to see a delicate floral teacup.
Cautiously, he closes the book and shifts it into one hand so that he can reach out and gingerly pluck the cup from America's grasp.] Er...thank you.
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Still, he'll take it. Only partially because America gave it to him, but mostly because if he ever has tea with anyone here, it would only be proper to have enough cups!
England's gaze alights on the bracelet adorning his wrist again. He clears his throat.] I mean...no sense in letting a perfectly functional cup go to waste! Perhaps we'll find a handle for it somewhere.
[That means he likes it.]
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hehehaway, since both of his hands are too occupied to swat at the obnoxious little thing.] Stop that! Insufferable wanker.no subject
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England huffs and moves over to the shelves again so that he can set down the book and teacup in preparation to put them into his backpack.] Are you going to name him?
[That was sarcastic. Except actually England is pretty sure America will.]
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Like Uncle Sam?
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He slips off the handbag and the rucksack, delicately setting it on the floor and kneeling to open the zip. This is going to take some reorganizing.]
Did you find anything else?
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As England withdraws and sets aside various items from his pack, something occurs to him over the horrific sounds of squeaking. He stops again, feigning thoughtfulness as he looks up at the shelves.] I suppose I could make dinner, if you're too busy searching with Sam...
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He still sniffs in minor insult.] I could do it.
[Sure he could.]
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[By the time he's done playing supply Tetris, he looks up to see the mess America is making, and his mouth pulls into a frown.] Careful with some of that.
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[And only in the sense that he tries not to drop it. His eating manners are still the opposite of careful.]
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