Family Ties [Part 92]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Wales, Belarus, Prussia, England, Scotland, France, India and Ireland.
Rating: 15
Warnings: idefk another filler chapter I guess?
Summary: Uh, I need to be banned from the kink meme or monsters like this happen? Essentially, Scotland leaves the UK, which gives Northern Ireland an excuse to up and out as well, which leaves England and Wales all alone. Oh yeah, and this somehow leads to World War Three.
Wales walked around the house, holding the still crying Belarus' hand and leading her along. He couldn't find Prussia, and it was somewhat worse that he had no idea how to navigate Germany's house at all. It was quite a different layout to his own and England's, old with many staircases that seemed to lead somewhere but really only ended up in a study or a dusty cupboard or even the lost in one instance. The little Slavic Nation scrubbed at her eyes and hiccuped, but couldn't seem to stop crying.
"Prussia!" Wales called, looking into the kitchen for the third time, in case he turned up there. "Prussia? Gilbert? Hullo?"
The house was very empty, oddly quiet. It was nearly disturbing; with the absence of the loud albino Nation the whole place seemed dead.
"Gilbert!" he tried again, growing frustrated and worried. "Bela's crying!"
There was an abrupt snapping sound from upstairs, followed by a thud. From the staircase leading upstairs, a flash of white light, like a camera had gone off, lit up the stairwell. Warily, Darren and Natalia ascended the stairs. The hallway landing was similarly deserted, but at the end one of the doors was ajar. The floor squeaked a little with their steps, but remained firm.
"Gilber-"
A head of white hair appeared from around the doorframe, and it took a few moments for Wales to distinguish the white feathers he was covered in from the rest of his hair.
"Hey Kinder, I told you guys to stay downstairs." he said grumpily, plucking the feathers from his hair. Then he noticed Belarus' tear-streaked face. "Oh come on, Bela, don't start getting weepy." he picked her up and sat her on his hip with a resigned look about him. He reached back behind the door and grabbed a plushie. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a sunflower with a smiley face, two leaves for arms and roots for legs. "Here you go, stop crying now, alright?"
Belarus buried her face in the plushie, the sunflower petals obscuring her face.
"Why's she crying?" Wales asked, confused as to what had started all this. Prussia shrugged one shoulder.
"Dunno, something probably happened to Russia." he looked down at her, seeming annoyed. "Though it's probably not anything fatal or whatever, or I'd never calm her down. Can't decide if I'm glad she's not crying so hard or if I'm pissed that Russia's not dead."
A tiny fist hit Gilbert on the chest, wielding the blunter end of the plastic knife. How long had she...
"Ah, I only get a warning stab. Guess you're warming up to me, huh kid?"
She switched her hold on the knife, hovering threateningly.
"Or... not." Prussia half smiled, closing the door behind him but leaving an inch of space. Wales couldn't see much in there, just that it seemed quite white. Gilbert stepped forward, landing a hand on Wales' head and turning him around. "Alright, quick march back downstairs. Ein-zwo-drei, ein-zwo-drei."
"What was back there?" Darren asked, looking over his shoulder back at the door as best he could with the taller Nation's hand on his head.
"I swear you did not ask this many questions when you were big." the albino grumbled. "It's something delicate, not for your little kiddy hands to mess with, got it?"
"You keep forgetting I'm older than you." Wales reminded him, frowning and folding his arms. His statement was somewhat blunted by the fact he jumped the last two steps on the stairs. "And why do they let you of all people touch the sensitive, delicate stuff."
"Shut yer yap, if it weren't for me you wouldn't even be here."
"Please forgive me oh great and powerful one." Wales droned flatly.
The hand on the back of his head became a clip around the ear. "Ow!"
"Cheeky brat."
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"England, for god's sake sit yer arse down." Scotland grumbled as his younger and phenomenally more stupid brother attempted to get up from his bed to go after Portugal, who was long gone. "Yer not goin' nowhere in that state."
"I've got to stop him." the blonde grunted in reply, trying to swing his legs over the side of the bed. One of them was perfectly healthy, but the other was an angry and unhealed red. Nations healed faster than humans, but not that fast. "If he tries to kill Russia and knock sense into America by himself, he'll be slaughtered!"
"And you won't?" France added, receiving a death glare for his troubles.
"I'll press the bell tae call the nurses, Artie, don't think I won't." the broader man threatened, holding up the little button. England turned the glare on him.
"You won't." he growled.
"I won't?" Scotland smirked.
"He won't." France said suddenly, a small smirk appearing. Both siblings looked at him, perplexed. "Open your ears."
They listened.
Distantly, there was a clatter of feet, raised voices. Then, a rhythmic clicking sound, coming closer, "clack-clack-clack-clack". Fear rose in England's stomach, but he couldn't get back into bed before the oncoming storm exploded through the doors.
India's expression was alive with every kind of emotion; anger, worry, elation, sadness, cycling through again and again and mixing confusingly. England stared frozen at her.
"Er." he managed. But that only set her off.
"Back into bed! In, in, in!" she descended upon him, wrapping him up in his blankets and babbling at him about what a stupid idea it was to be getting up in this state. "What on earth would motivate you to get up when half your body is next to useless? Don't answer that, half your brain has turned to mush by now. And you!" Dark hair whipped about as she whirled on Scotland, who raised his hands in defense. "Don't you get any ideas! Now point me in Ireland's direction and the both of you behave until Sarah gets here to keep an eye on you!"
France helpfully pointed at Ireland's curtained bed in the corner. Helpfully and silently.
"Thank you." India said curtly, bracelets jangling as she walked to the end of the room, perhaps muttering "kids these days" or something to that effect.
Scotland waited until she was talking to Ireland about something, before asking lowly. "Are you going to tell her about Portugal or am I gonna bite the bullet fer ye." A pause, and he added. "Ye big girl's blouse."
Notes:
- /revives internet LIIIIIVE
- Behold! Why Bela was crying! And... is still crying shush I know my chronology is bouncing about a bit here.
- German notes: Kinder - "children" or "kids", Ein, zwo, drei - one, two, three. You might be wondering why the zwo isn't zwei, but as I have been informed by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tuulensisko that when marching, Germans count with zwo for two in order to make it easier to tell the different between 1 and 2, since when you're marching on a battlefield you can't really hear very well. For more info, scroll down to the comments.
- I'm sorry I've not been replying to comments recently, with real life eating me up and then the internet being all patchy it never seems to happen. But I'll always find a way to read them, your feedback means so much to me! Thanks for continuing to put up with me!
Part 93
Characters (in this chapter): Wales, Belarus, Prussia, England, Scotland, France, India and Ireland.
Rating: 15
Warnings: idefk another filler chapter I guess?
Summary: Uh, I need to be banned from the kink meme or monsters like this happen? Essentially, Scotland leaves the UK, which gives Northern Ireland an excuse to up and out as well, which leaves England and Wales all alone. Oh yeah, and this somehow leads to World War Three.
Wales walked around the house, holding the still crying Belarus' hand and leading her along. He couldn't find Prussia, and it was somewhat worse that he had no idea how to navigate Germany's house at all. It was quite a different layout to his own and England's, old with many staircases that seemed to lead somewhere but really only ended up in a study or a dusty cupboard or even the lost in one instance. The little Slavic Nation scrubbed at her eyes and hiccuped, but couldn't seem to stop crying.
"Prussia!" Wales called, looking into the kitchen for the third time, in case he turned up there. "Prussia? Gilbert? Hullo?"
The house was very empty, oddly quiet. It was nearly disturbing; with the absence of the loud albino Nation the whole place seemed dead.
"Gilbert!" he tried again, growing frustrated and worried. "Bela's crying!"
There was an abrupt snapping sound from upstairs, followed by a thud. From the staircase leading upstairs, a flash of white light, like a camera had gone off, lit up the stairwell. Warily, Darren and Natalia ascended the stairs. The hallway landing was similarly deserted, but at the end one of the doors was ajar. The floor squeaked a little with their steps, but remained firm.
"Gilber-"
A head of white hair appeared from around the doorframe, and it took a few moments for Wales to distinguish the white feathers he was covered in from the rest of his hair.
"Hey Kinder, I told you guys to stay downstairs." he said grumpily, plucking the feathers from his hair. Then he noticed Belarus' tear-streaked face. "Oh come on, Bela, don't start getting weepy." he picked her up and sat her on his hip with a resigned look about him. He reached back behind the door and grabbed a plushie. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a sunflower with a smiley face, two leaves for arms and roots for legs. "Here you go, stop crying now, alright?"
Belarus buried her face in the plushie, the sunflower petals obscuring her face.
"Why's she crying?" Wales asked, confused as to what had started all this. Prussia shrugged one shoulder.
"Dunno, something probably happened to Russia." he looked down at her, seeming annoyed. "Though it's probably not anything fatal or whatever, or I'd never calm her down. Can't decide if I'm glad she's not crying so hard or if I'm pissed that Russia's not dead."
A tiny fist hit Gilbert on the chest, wielding the blunter end of the plastic knife. How long had she...
"Ah, I only get a warning stab. Guess you're warming up to me, huh kid?"
She switched her hold on the knife, hovering threateningly.
"Or... not." Prussia half smiled, closing the door behind him but leaving an inch of space. Wales couldn't see much in there, just that it seemed quite white. Gilbert stepped forward, landing a hand on Wales' head and turning him around. "Alright, quick march back downstairs. Ein-zwo-drei, ein-zwo-drei."
"What was back there?" Darren asked, looking over his shoulder back at the door as best he could with the taller Nation's hand on his head.
"I swear you did not ask this many questions when you were big." the albino grumbled. "It's something delicate, not for your little kiddy hands to mess with, got it?"
"You keep forgetting I'm older than you." Wales reminded him, frowning and folding his arms. His statement was somewhat blunted by the fact he jumped the last two steps on the stairs. "And why do they let you of all people touch the sensitive, delicate stuff."
"Shut yer yap, if it weren't for me you wouldn't even be here."
"Please forgive me oh great and powerful one." Wales droned flatly.
The hand on the back of his head became a clip around the ear. "Ow!"
"Cheeky brat."
---
"England, for god's sake sit yer arse down." Scotland grumbled as his younger and phenomenally more stupid brother attempted to get up from his bed to go after Portugal, who was long gone. "Yer not goin' nowhere in that state."
"I've got to stop him." the blonde grunted in reply, trying to swing his legs over the side of the bed. One of them was perfectly healthy, but the other was an angry and unhealed red. Nations healed faster than humans, but not that fast. "If he tries to kill Russia and knock sense into America by himself, he'll be slaughtered!"
"And you won't?" France added, receiving a death glare for his troubles.
"I'll press the bell tae call the nurses, Artie, don't think I won't." the broader man threatened, holding up the little button. England turned the glare on him.
"You won't." he growled.
"I won't?" Scotland smirked.
"He won't." France said suddenly, a small smirk appearing. Both siblings looked at him, perplexed. "Open your ears."
They listened.
Distantly, there was a clatter of feet, raised voices. Then, a rhythmic clicking sound, coming closer, "clack-clack-clack-clack". Fear rose in England's stomach, but he couldn't get back into bed before the oncoming storm exploded through the doors.
India's expression was alive with every kind of emotion; anger, worry, elation, sadness, cycling through again and again and mixing confusingly. England stared frozen at her.
"Er." he managed. But that only set her off.
"Back into bed! In, in, in!" she descended upon him, wrapping him up in his blankets and babbling at him about what a stupid idea it was to be getting up in this state. "What on earth would motivate you to get up when half your body is next to useless? Don't answer that, half your brain has turned to mush by now. And you!" Dark hair whipped about as she whirled on Scotland, who raised his hands in defense. "Don't you get any ideas! Now point me in Ireland's direction and the both of you behave until Sarah gets here to keep an eye on you!"
France helpfully pointed at Ireland's curtained bed in the corner. Helpfully and silently.
"Thank you." India said curtly, bracelets jangling as she walked to the end of the room, perhaps muttering "kids these days" or something to that effect.
Scotland waited until she was talking to Ireland about something, before asking lowly. "Are you going to tell her about Portugal or am I gonna bite the bullet fer ye." A pause, and he added. "Ye big girl's blouse."
Notes:
- /revives internet LIIIIIVE
- Behold! Why Bela was crying! And... is still crying shush I know my chronology is bouncing about a bit here.
- German notes: Kinder - "children" or "kids", Ein, zwo, drei - one, two, three. You might be wondering why the zwo isn't zwei, but as I have been informed by
tuulensisko that when marching, Germans count with zwo for two in order to make it easier to tell the different between 1 and 2, since when you're marching on a battlefield you can't really hear very well. For more info, scroll down to the comments.- I'm sorry I've not been replying to comments recently, with real life eating me up and then the internet being all patchy it never seems to happen. But I'll always find a way to read them, your feedback means so much to me! Thanks for continuing to put up with me!
Part 93
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Date: 2010-10-19 01:11 am (UTC)A-and Port, omg, Port hjbsdghav
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Date: 2010-10-19 02:26 am (UTC)Belaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ;A; OhnowhathappenedtoRussiarawrdammitajksflgasd.
FFF INDIA. ♥ WIN. I can't wait until mama!Diaspora comes in, ohohoho.
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Date: 2010-10-19 06:51 am (UTC)Please bring some sanity with you.
OMG IS GILBIRD LIKE A PHOENIX AND HE GETS ALL BIG THEN EXPLODES AND GETS ALL SMALL AGAIN?! :D :D :D
Nope. Don't care about Belarus crying. Not at all.
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Date: 2010-10-19 03:42 pm (UTC)Actually in German, they apparently march to "eins zwo drei vier". Dunno why the 2 is different but. *shrug* Sometimes it's "links zwo drei vier" too (as in "left two three four" meaning you start with the left foot, I guess)
Another thing that goes to show that there are just ridiculous amounts of stuff in other cultures you wouldn't even think about researching... xD (And that I know too much trivia.)
Bawwww you poor thing. D: Sucks being without internet. I know. *hugs and wishes good luck*
By the way I'm going to your country this weekend and until Wednesday. 8Db London. Wheeeee~~~~\o\
what do you mean I travel a lot...
... Oh yeah the chapter. Uhm. Yay, new chapter! \o/(?) Idk, it's nice enough for a filler, I'm just being impatient and hoping to see moar plot. xD;;
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Date: 2010-10-19 11:45 pm (UTC)Gah, all of this Prussia stuff is making one of my plot-bunnies attack me. I thought I had killed that one too *sob*
On a seprate note, even though this is not the right chapter, HELL YES POLAR BEAR ATTACK! XD
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Date: 2010-10-20 12:06 am (UTC)Aaand Prussia's being mysterious again...covered with feathers? Prussia, you're getting weirder each day.XD
Yay, India the Team Mom is back!:D
Woah...
Date: 2010-10-21 12:58 am (UTC)It's just... woah!
I love it so much that it isn't just headcannon, it's canon, but au canon if that makes sense...
I laughed, I cried, I quivered in terror... this story makes me wish it were a book so I could carry it around and make people read it all, because it so good they totally would.
So yeah... I really, really loved it! (Even the parts that made me cry... but you've gotten me so addicted I began to cry when I saw there was no link to a next chapter yet... take your time though, I now the feeling of having sucky internet... anyway, no need to rush! I'm sure every one of your fans will wait patiently for an update...)
Also, did you know you're linked on TV Tropes?
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Date: 2010-10-21 07:56 am (UTC)Port, Poooooort, don't do anything stupid!
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Date: 2010-10-21 07:57 am (UTC)Bela Bela Belaaaaaaaa she's so cute in my head to write ;u;
YEAH WELL SOMEONE'S GOTTA KEEP YOU KIDS IN LINE
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Date: 2010-10-21 07:59 am (UTC)Damn it you stop guessing all my amazing plot points!
Not even. A little bit? ;~;
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Date: 2010-10-21 08:01 am (UTC)You're coming to England? Sweet! /gets out stalker kit ahaha. London, awesome, is it just for a holiday or what?
It's not a bad thing XD
You shall never know. Or rather, you won't know until I tell you.no subject
Date: 2010-10-21 08:02 am (UTC)The pl'unnies will not cease in their attacking, they will come after you while you sleep >>;;
Lol yes that's like 3 chapters ago but YAY POLAR BEARS
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Date: 2010-10-21 08:04 am (UTC)Aaand Prussia's being mysterious again...covered with feathers? Prussia, you're getting more awesome each day.XD
Fixed it for you.
Dude.... totally...
Date: 2010-10-21 08:07 am (UTC)It's kind of like future AU canon if you want to think like that. Canon to this fic and canon irl are two very different things hahaha orz;;
I'm really flattered you think the story is so good. XD I sometimes wish the characters were actual people so I could publish this and pretend to my parents that I'm doing something worthwhile with my time. Heh.
Ahh don't cry! I update mega fast, there'll be a new chapter soon!
And yeah, I knew. I had a total squee fest when I found out. XD
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Date: 2010-10-21 11:24 am (UTC)Aaand Prussia's being mysterious again...covered with feathers? Prussia, you're getting more awesome each day.XD
Fixed it for you.
Ah. Of course.:D
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Date: 2010-10-21 01:34 pm (UTC)So it's kinda like in Chinese when you say "yao" instead of "yi" for one when you try to avoid confusing it with "qi". :D
... Okay, but that doesn't explain why you'd use it in marching.
Zwo ist die weibliche Form für die Kardinalzahl zwei im Deutschen.
Beispiel: zwo Frauen, aber zween Männer und zwei Kinder.
Sie wird aber kaum noch in dieser Funktion verwendet. Üblich ist die Form noch bei einer deutlichen Ansage von Ziffern zur Unterscheidung von drei. -German Wiktionary
:O Ooh, so it's originally an old feminine form of zwei! *language nerd spasm*
.... Still doesn't explain it.
*checks German Wikipedia* Okay, it just says that the German army generally uses it so it won't be confused with drei. I guess it makes sense since in a battle situation you probably can't always pronounce words clearly.
Yep. :D Yeah, it's kind of an organized trip. It's for this uhm... what to call it? This amateur theatre group I'm in. We collected money by doing some odd jobs and gigs and we're going to London for a theatre tour. :D So the evenings we go to see plays but other than that it's just free time. I thought I'd like to go to the British museum and the Tower of London... *history nerd* Of course there's a TON of stuff I'd like to see in London but I've only got three full days. ^^; It's kind of depressing. But well, maybe I'll get to go another time and then I can see more stuff. At least I was there once before so I've seen some of it already. xD Like Madam Tussauds which I'm pretty sure I couldn't afford now (= without my parents paying). orz God the ticket prices are hellish. Not that it isn't worth it.
Anyway, I was thinking I'll probably mostly just hang around being all "omg I'm in London! 8D" and "Oooh, everything's so English!" I don't want to spend all the trip running around the town, trying to see EVERYTHING.
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Date: 2010-10-21 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-21 03:57 pm (UTC)It gets down to -1 at night here but during the day it hovers around 9C. It all depends really, Autumn here can be either really warm still or quite cold. I think we're in a cold snap right now but idk about what next week will be like.
Either way bring an umbrella since it'll rain. No exceptions. It just will.
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Date: 2010-10-21 04:04 pm (UTC)Madam Tussauds isn't really all that impressive, it's just a big castle with waxworks. If you're visiting London you should definitely go along the South Bank of the Thames, go on the London Eye and so on. Also use the tube or it'll take you forever to get anywhere, and a ticket for Zones 1 and 2 (where all the interesting stuff is) is only like £5 for the whole day. Ahh, the more I think about this the more I want to go up to London to meet up and show you guys around places like Shakespeare's Globe Theater and Tower Bridge XD;;;
I don't think you can get more English than London. Apart from Oxford. That is painfully English.
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Date: 2010-10-21 05:55 pm (UTC)Awwww! I wouldn't mind at all! 8D It'd be great to have someone show us around. And I'd love to see the Globe... Actually we were supposed to go there but I guess it just got lost in the planning process.
AND it'd be cool to see you in real life. x) Although I'd probably be all shy and awkward and totally boring company. That, or I'd just be all "8DDDD LONDON! ENGLAND! PIDGE! OMG! ......LONNNNDONNNNN!" Or I'd be myself and ramble endlessly about history and language and stuff.
Basically... I kinda have whole Sunday morning and afternoon pretty much free until five when we go see Ghost Stories at the Duke of York's. On Monday I'm probably going to the British Museum with a few other people at 10am or so but in the afternoon I'm free again. B-but well, I don't know if you even can go to London or anything. orz It'd be cool but... yeah.
.... I'd LOVE to go to Oxford. =3= But no time for that on this trip. Or money.
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Date: 2010-10-21 05:58 pm (UTC)Right-o. I think I'll take pretty light clothes but bring extra layers in case it gets colder.
Haha. Sure.
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Date: 2010-10-21 06:12 pm (UTC)It's not far to get to but I suppose that depends on where you're staying. Are you in London Town or outside of it?
Lololol I am nowhere near as coherent and outgoing in real life as I am on the internet. At least until I get to know someone and then I'm like "OMG HIIIIII 8DDD" lol I wouldn't mind that either.
Ffffff Ghost Stories aaaah I went to that as a kid and it scared the living crap out of me. I'm working on Sunday from 10am til 6pm so I can't go see you then, but I'm free on Monday so I could come up and say hi! It's not far to go, just an hour on the train for me. Idk this is all only if you think it wouldn't be a big hassle for you and whether or not you think I'm being a creeper. orz;;
VERY PRETTY BUILDINGS /o/ But yeah it's far away ;3;
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Date: 2010-10-21 06:27 pm (UTC)Haha, well, that seems to be pretty usual. You should have seen me and my Swedish online friend the first time we met. We were just so awkward and shy and blushy. xD I think I just turned into a nervous 6-year-old for the first half an hour.
Ooh. Don't spoil me. x) Sounds like it's a great play. We're also going to see Warhorse, Avenue Q and Billy Elliot. And possibly something else if we feel like it.
And eee, if you could, it'd be AWESOME. 8Db And really, it wouldn't be trouble at all. I don't know how long we'll stay at the museum (... okay, it might be extremely difficult to get me out of there. I mean. THE BRITISH MUSEUM. IT'S ONLY THE MOST INTERESTING MUSEUM IN THE WORLD. *shot*) but I think I'd be free around midday? And then it's like eight hours of nothing special to do. Fff and lol, I thought YOU might think I'M a creeper. ;;; Some random LJ-stalker from some weirdo country in the middle of nowhere... Besides, I'm like four years older than you? Idk. xD
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Date: 2010-10-21 06:52 pm (UTC)Lol I bet there will be much giggling.
I won't tell you anything apart from that Avenue Q is hilarious and War Horse made me weep like a baby at the end ;A;
LOL WELL there are enough exhibits to spend the whole day there. Are you going to the Natural History one or the other one? Because I can get to the Natural History one easy but the other one idk where it is lol orz;; As for age I'm 18 idk about you...
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Date: 2010-10-21 07:16 pm (UTC)Here's a horrible, horrible photo. >__>;; I'm the one with the glasses, the red head is my Swedish
wifebff, Andrea. And seriously, that's a horrible photo and we both look so terrible. xD It was taken at like 3am at night when we realized on the last day together that we hadn't taken any photos of us together.And... Here's a cuter picture. Only my hair is not that long anymore.
Bawww, yeah I've heard that it's saaaad. .__. *will probably cry like the huge emotional dork she is*
The one in Bloomsbury... On Great Russell Street.
And I'm 23. :D;; I had the impression that your were 18 going on 19.
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Date: 2010-10-21 10:22 pm (UTC)Oh man you have no idea. NO IDEA ;A; It's awful I was sobbing and I never cry at these things.
Ohhh! Yes yes, I've been to that one on school trips, just on a bus so I don't know how to walk there. If we meet up in front of the London Eye or something similarly huge it'd make sense. And upon looking it seems you're in fact in Zone 3 so bawww more expensive underground tickets. But you'll have to get them anyway unless you have a bus.
Uhuh, I'll be turning 19 this December.
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Date: 2010-10-22 12:03 am (UTC)What the hell is London Eye.... *googles* Oh. Naaah, not that, Ferris wheel's are boring, you have them in every damn city in the world. Let's rather meet at Big Ben! Big Ben is cool. :D And British! Or some other cool place where it's easy to get to other cool places.
Oooh yeah and never mind the ticket thing, I already have a card. xD I don't even know, our unofficial "tour leader" got them for us in advance and said we should be able to get everywhere in London with them.
Byy the way, should we PM each other our phone numbers or something? It'd make it a whole lot easier in case something weird happens. Especially since I don't even know how long it'll take us in the museum and how long would it take me to get to whatever meeting place we'd agree on.
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Date: 2010-10-22 07:40 am (UTC)London Eye's much bigger than your usual Ferris Wheel. And we can't meet in front of Big Ben, it's too crowded with tourists. You literally can't get within 100 feet of the street corner because of all the people stopping for pictures. The London Eye is literally in the centre of London, and it's easy to get to other places from it...
Oh you lucky cow, you have an oyster card. I have to pay sob. That means you can get on all the busses toooooo. /jealous
Lol well I would but my phone was stolen recently, so I don't have a mobile. This is so annoying... all I have is my home phone number.
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Date: 2010-10-22 10:28 am (UTC)Hm. I'm just not sure if it's the most convenient location anyway... I mean, I'm not really interested in riding that thing so it seems like a waste of time to go there only to leave right away. It'd sound more sensible to me to meet at somewhere interesting which I wanted to see anyway. And it sounds like "in front of a ferris wheel" is a pretty vague place. We might miss each other. Although, I guess you know the place better so I might be wrong. orz (Oh and it doesn't have to be Big Ben either, that was just a suggestion. xD)
Yeah, that's the one I have. :D; *pat pat?*
Oh. Well damn that's going to be inconvenient. o_o Then we need to make really exact plans so we won't end up in different places or the same place at different times. Hey, let's use my new favourite toy: google maps street view! (Easier to pick a specific place both will recognize!)
But I really need to decide when to leave the museum then... Uh. Damn, I don't know if 10am is when we leave the hotel or when we're supposed to be at the museum. Hum. Lets say it's the former. Then... how long will I want to spend there...? Argh, no idea. Maybe two hours is enough? >__> And then some travel time to the meeting place... How would 1pm sound? Or 2pm? Actually I think it takes an hour to get from the hotel to the museum...
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Date: 2010-10-23 03:14 am (UTC)I'll try to find a way to wiggle myself on a computer at some point though. xD But just in case I fail at that. *not nervous at all what do you mean*
Re: Re-posted because I FAIL
Date: 2010-10-25 09:34 am (UTC)