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_{[ probably either a few hours or day after all of this bullshit—
He's been keeping a good listening to what's been going on. And despite knowing Arthur's country title, he still insists on his nickname. America, Russia, England— they all have something in common so they must know each other. His assumption, but if he's wrong, he needs a comforting voice. But by surprise, Zura is highly intelligent.

And so, no matter where you are or what you're doing, here's Zura's voice: ]}

BUSHY-DONOOOOO!

_{[ christ. ]}

America-dono, is he revived? 60,000 yen on a wedding dress, pissed away! I'm too young to be a widow!
_{[ ok he's sort of intelligent. ]}

England, if you truly go by that title. We need to talk.

[Her voice is clipped, and that's all she leaves.]

hey loser

(ooc: backdated to the night of this network post. like. the night he got the vodka from russia. because no way would viet-nam let him get away with the travesty that is to come.)

heyj, englan,d yovu wanan haer a story?

Hey Arthur! Sorry I haven't gotten back to you in awhile. I've been having trouble finding a store that sells Duel Monsters. School has been tough too. [Carrying the protag tradition of sucking at formal education.]

I got another question about magic though. Are dragons real in your world and do they sometimes possess people? If you can summon a dragon to fight another dragon, does it normally give people chest pains?

And do you know anything about trapping souls in objects? I'm more interested in how to untrap them though.

[Right after waking up and having dreamy memory fun times, Edgeworth is going to leave a message.]

England, this is Edgeworth. Please return my call as soon as possible.

Thank you.

Is your apartment a wreck? Are your yukatas filthy with the blood and sweat of your enemies? The dishes, are they piled up and moldy? Does your bathroom smell like a set of test*cles?

~Contact Ezurako, a pleasant housemaid. First service is free and includes a free ramen or soba dinner of your choice~

Had an x-ray done today. Guess what they found? It was you, safely tucked away in my heart! They said my heart is fine with a friend like you in it. Send this to all the people you love and care for, if you get 5 back no one will break your heart. Xx

except PSYCH old man ur the worst hahahaha

[ imagine that douchey laugh again, it's happening ]

[ A message pops up in your inbox from an anonymous source. How strange! If you don't delete it immediately, you'll be greeted with an audio message that's quiet, at first. In fact, it's quiet enough that just in time for you to turn it up, it starts to speak. It sounds suspiciously like Xerxes Break if you know him, but at the same time, there's a totally stupid voice being used, since it's not like Break would send this message along. Emily, though? Of course. She's such a gossip. ]

Had an x-ray done today. Guess what they found? It was you, safely tucked away in my heart! They said my heart is fine with a friend like you in it. Send this to all the people you love and care for, because if you don't, then something preeeetty bad might happen to them! Heart failure is pretty serious~! Kehehehehehe!!!

(( ooc note ; break is sending this to literally everyone in the game, so I'm sorry... Feel free to figure out he caused it, since it's not like he's trying that hard to hide it. ))

You’ll have to pardon me if this sounds generic but I simply couldn’t think of a more efficient way to do it. Simply put, I’ve successfully managed to convert my world’s calendar to the one of this world and I best estimate my birthday to fall sometime before December 25th, which is apparently known as Christmas Day here. Then I had thought “oh, but certainly others would love to join in the festivities!” and so now my proposal is for there to be a lovely winter ball on thinking the 26th, hence the reason for this invitation. I would like to extend my request for your assistance in preparations for the ball, if you would be so kind as to lend your aid.

[GENERIC PART OVER and here’s where the personal message begins-]

You seem like a man of perfectly fine taste, England! I hope it’s not too forward of me to assume such. If you’d be willing to lend your time to helping me make sure that everything is tidy, I’d truly appreciate it. Also, might you know anyone familiar with music? I have one friend who I wish to play the guitar but I would like to have a full orchestra or at least a symphony….

[Guess who is SO EXCITED FOR THIS BALL and SO EXCITED ENGLAND IS HELPING and just excited in general because?!?! when isn't Oz excited about something, basically...

Anyway, he shoots off a text to England as soon as he spots the ad.]

Just want to let u know i can help if extra hands are needed w/ orchestra!

[The hooligans he texts are rubbing off on him.]

Your Secret Santa is Cynbel Lightfoot. Have fun!

_{[ AGGRESSIVE KNOCKING ON ENGLAND'S DOOR. ]}

Ha ha ha!! Open up the door, it's Santa Claus!
_{[ this isn't how you secret Santa. This isn't how to secret Santa at all.
It sounded like he was somebody trying to break in more than anything. ]}

[She got a new typewriter from Secret Santa! So she's trying it out. England is the first recipient of many more letters to come! Plus, it may be a better form of communication if she wants to pass along information discreetly. This is slipped into his mailbox just today.]

Dear Fatherland,

It has been some time since our last interaction, mostly due to my lack of availability. So I apologize, and hope this letter reaches you in good health. The holiday season is almost upon us. How will you be celebrating it? Not in solitude, hopefully. If the contrary, then I'll have to rectify that. There won't be an option to refuse, I'm afraid.

Your Citizen,
Grell Sutcliff

[Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! It is a time of generosity, and so Vietnam would like to share some food that one can share with family and friends. A package containing some bánh quy bơ quế (butter cookies with Vietnamese cinnamon MMMM), and an assortment of mứt (candied fruit preserves) for the New Year.

There's also a few disks in here, all labelled accordingly. It's holograms for him to install into his apartment. Also a card is included:]

England,

Chúc Mừng Giáng Sinh! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

May your new year be prosperous and successful. Now is a good time for tea as well, so I hope to be able to share some moments with you. For now, I hope to leave you a piece of home so that we remember what our goals are.

Vietnam

[Apparently!! Christmas is a time for giving gifts, so Levi tracks down England's address and sends this! He hadn't been frightened that time inside of ViViD, and since Levi has too much free time on his hands here, he's decided to pen a rather frightening story in hopes of raising England's spirits. Back home he's published several novels under a...really, really stupid pen name. But they were all romance and friendship; horror is something new he's branched out into.

All the same, it's a short psychological horror story, handwritten, paper-clipped together and sent in an envelope along with the following note:]

To be read in the dark, beneath the mocking of the moonlight.

Happy Christmas!

-Levi Baskerville

[Also it's fucking terrifying, if not a bit on the cliche side. Think olde timey copypasta! It might at least give him a small thrill.]

It isn't much, mate. I suppose you could just call it a formality.

[get it?]

[attached is the following]

Name: (Whatever you prefer to be called by)
Age: (Real number, please)
Astrological Sign: (not required but it helps)
Gender: (Fill in as desired)
Sexual Preference: (and likewise)
Mini Bio: (What do you want your potential date to know about you?)
Ideal Date: (What is your ultimate dream?)

[The evening of the ball, there is a small box wrapped in royal blue paper with a large red bow with his name on it. Inside, there is a fountain pen with a gift card for him to get a personalized letterhead. She wasn't sure what he would like as a design, so he could choose himself.

With the pen, there is a note saying 'push the flat end and I'll be right there'. There isn't a name associated with the giver, but he should recognize Grell's handwriting by now, right? The pen is equipped with a tracker that's only activated when he pushes the button. It'll automatically send a signal to her so she can come whenever he needs help again.]

Edited (forgot to explain the gift orz) 2015-05-06 02:02 (UTC)

[Upon after a long day of work or whatever that might have happened, there is a box that happened to be lurking right next to your door. Whatever it might be, it was clear that there was something inside. If they happened to shake it, it seemed as though there were a lot of whatever these things were. Next to the box though, there happened to be a bottle of milk next to it. On top of the present, there happened to be a card. And it read….]

Hey, Arthur!

Sorry for the wait but I had to make sure that these were perfect! I think I done a decent job with them so I hope you like them! But anyway, this is my belated Christmas present to you! I hope you have a good rest of the year and let’s be sure to have the time of your lives here!

-Anna

[And if Arthur opens the box, he’ll happen to find some slightly burnt chocolate cookies. But at least it’s the thought at counts!!]

[A message appears from Rei, and she's dressed formally in her finest kimono today. There's a certain gravity behind her words as she addresses England...]

Arthur-san, do you have any spare time to meet me in person today?

[Haru would probably be mad at him. And Vietnam, too, actually. Dotanuki had only just recovered from his severe damage at the hands of the ViVID malfunctions and already he was picking fights, with nations no less.

Buuuut what his master didn't know couldn't give him ulcers, so Dotanuki arrived at the park in his usual armor, carrying his red helmet under one arm and his tachi over the opposite shoulder. He didn't mind the cold despite not wearing a shirt under his open kimono top. And there he waited for his sparring partner, hoping he actually showed and all that talk hadn't been just because he was drunk. ]

Edited 2015-07-03 21:55 (UTC)

[ Have a super concerned phonecall from the hospital, England: ]

Mr. Kirkland, are you okay?! I heard you mixed alcohol with your meds and you went all loopy over the internet! I couldn't find anything on FaceTubes, though.

Darling? Did you manage to go on that tour?

[She knows he's been wanting to check out that research facility for ages.]

Hello! This is Chibi, from the other day - I should hope you remember me. [There's a teasing note to his voice. He's hard to forget, and he knows it!! Or something.] In any case, this Valentine's Day affair has prompted a pretty good sale at this one teahouse I'm fond of.

I would like to see you again, as well. Are you busy, or would you like to accompany me there that afternoon?

You've got mail!

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