backdated to Thursday

[koyo]

Characters: Britannia, Golbez, Marik, Spain
Format: Starting in prose but matching you!?
This log is: Closed
Location: Around town
Summary: Golbez ( with Marik ) vs Spain ( with Britannia ).

After Britannia visited Spain's classroom, Spain agreed to go out into town and, well, find a fight. It doesn't take him long to realize it's hard to find trouble when you actually want to find it. He doesn't know what any of the players really look like aside from his room mate and Lithuania. Maybe he should go beat up his room mate or Lithuania if he can't find anyone soon. They would understand, right?

The two have been walking around town for a while now with little success and Spain is really beginning to consider finding those two. "Hey, Britannia. . . do you know what any of the other Players look like?"

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[koyo]

Spain glances back at the two of them when the introduce themselves, smiling politely, "Jaja, and it's good to meet the both of you as well."

He snickers at Marik's comment. The idea that someone would name their child after Brows was, well, amusing. "Well, to be fair, everyone's name must sound a little odd to someone, right?"

[countryofassholes]

At Spain's snickering, Britannia gave him a sharp elbow with a mildly amused side glance. Just because he had the luxury of not remembering his real name (and thus not getting the funny looks for it) didn't mean she appreciated his amusement.

Moreso was the irritating comparison to her big brother, although she couldn't decide which was worse.

British America who had lost to England? Or England who had lost to France.

... definitely the latter. "It's the name I was given."

[stoppedhiding]

The conversation makes no sense to Golbez, but even if it had he probably would have remained silent. He doesn't have anything to add.