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[there is a pause that has been recorded, unintentionally, followed by the sound of someone clearing his throat]

Uh. Hullo. This is Arthur Kirkland. Please leave a message. Or text. Or whatever...

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[Hearing that he's been literally drinking in his sorrows makes her pity him, and finds it embarrassing.

Taking the water, Grell puts an arm about his waist so she could support his weight. They'll be walking the long walk back, because if she took him home how she usually goes home, he'll get sick.

And she just had her floors cleaned.]

It's right here. [A finger pokes at where his heart is, as best as she could since it's the same hand holding his water. She does manage a small smile.] We aren't home, but we'll make it as cozy as possible here.

[Once they're ready to get moving, she'll hand England his water.]

[it's totally embarrassing, Grell. the other patrons have second-hand embarrassment, and England, himself, will be embarrassed in the morning.

that action, plus her words, only make England cry harder. more like blubber] I hate thiiiis! Look what CERES has done to us! W-we're countries, God dammit! R-r-reduced us to such pitiful states!

[honey no, you're pitiful on your own]

[This is why Grell doesn't drink herself under a table! Now they're walking towards the exit, fast! They don't need an audience!]

Now you see HERE! You're not pitiful! If anything, you should be empowered! CERES may be pulling strings, but they aren't our strings! We can fight back against those sods!

[She does think his blubbering is pitiful, though. But that's only because he's intoxicated!]

[England is drinking the water now, so he only grumbles into the cup. once the outside air hits him, he sobers up enough to walk]

I just want to go home. [he finally says softly] I hate it here.

[Grell sighs softly as they walk, looking a bit sad at hearing, and seeing, England at such a low point in his life here.]

You aren't the only one with that sentiment. If Marco hadn't of returned, I'd have reduced this land to ashes.

[She doesn't deal well with loss, unfortunately.]

[he's been in lower points, surely... but at least at those times, he was able to go home]

Maybe you should have anyway. [England stumbles again, catching hold of Grell before he falls over completely] Or at least th-the doors to the research center.

[Don't worry, she's got him. She would carry him home, but somehow that wouldn't make him happy.]

Now I thought you'd have liked that place to be in one piece? It would be rather difficult if I set it ablaze.

[no, it probably wouldn't. England only lets a certain person carry him, and that's only under particular circumstances]

You can just burn down the door! [argumentative, still slurring his words] B-but keep the rest of it unscathed... Unless it's blocking us from g-going home!

[and then he stops and shouts into the darkness] AMERICA! YOU IDIOT! Why didn't you take me with you?!

[COVERS HIS MOUTH WITH A HAND]

Stop yelling! You're making a scene! [Next time, she's calling him a taxi!]

If arson is what you wanted, why didn't you just say so earlier? I had thought discretion was key.

MMMPH MM MMMM! [he eventually pulls away and then falls against a nearby wall. instead of standing up right away, England just... stays there, slumped over. how depressing]

Arson won't do anything. [he says it seriously now, voice significantly softer than it was before. the fresh air and water were finally getting to him] There's nothing we can do without more information.

[Now he truly looks pathetic. Grell goes over to him and lifts up his chin, looking rather serious.]

Then sober up and help me plan this out. I've been trying to get others like myself to assist me, but it's been slow going. If we work as one front, we could get the ball going.

[She sighs, letting her hand return to her side.]

We can't do this separately. [Referring to his loss and her efforts of allocating other hackers.]

[geh! England is quite surprised by the action. but now that he's forced to look into Grell's eyes, he feels absolutely ashamed of himself. this always happens when he drinks. is there some place he can disappear?]

You're right. [he says once she's let him go, eyes darting to the side] I.... W-We could talk to those people who were at the meeting. I know there are people who think like us.

[She nods, giving him a wry smile.]

I'm sure you may be better with public relations than I am. [Even though her PR skills got her the homecoming crown twice. But that may have been because her competition wasn't that strong.]

First, you'll need to get some rest.

[England can be nice when he wants to, when it benefits him, so he'll agree that his PR skills were probably better. he did have a lot of practice, and skills as a tactician]

Right. [still some mild slurring, but he doesn't look like he's going to fall over anymore] I think. I can get back to my place.

[She can't help but give England a curious look with an eyebrow raise.] By yourself? Are you sure?

[Being by himself is how they got here in the first place...]

[he sees that look, and hears it in Grell's tone. she doesn't want him to be alone, which is probably for the best.

but England is feeling so humiliated! he brings a hand up to rub his forehead] Yes, I'm sure. I will be fine. I'm going to go right to sleep as soon as I get back to my flat.

[She does stare at him, not entirely wanting him to go home alone, but didn't want baby him, either.]

You'll let me know when you've arrived? [Finding out he was home wouldn't be difficult, yet that wouldn't be very kind. If he found out, anyway.]

Yes, I can do that. If you want, I can keep texting you until I'm there.

I guess that is adequate.

[It really isn't, but she'll take it for now.]

Don't dawdle, and be safe, then.

[A short pause.]

Don't talk to strangers!

[it's been a long time since someone's talked to him like that... like a mother. this is what he gets for drinking. he only has himself to blame!

still humiliated, England wanders away, bringing up a hand in a wave. though he looks more like a sulking dog with its tail between its legs]

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