rakuen | world meeting, BACKDATED to the rest day

Characters: all of the nations!
Format: either [action] or prose
This log is: relatively closed.
Location: in town, near the lake.
Summary: what it says on the tin.
Warnings: politic-shaped things.

Estonia wasn't exactly known for leading diplomatic discussion, so it was a bit of a sense of pride that she had managed to talk at least what she assumed to be the other nations here into a meeting. Perhaps things wouldn't be so bad here after all, if she could get plenty of recognition and... who was she kidding? She missed her people and her sisters and friends, particularly now that Latvia had gone missing from Conquest. She had Lithuania and Ukraine, at least, so that would have to do.

She's early for the meeting, of course, after having sent everyone reminder messages of it before she left the campus. Don't be late!

((ooc: wow guys, I'm so sorry I never got around to putting this up, due to IRL reasons. but it's up now, feel free to threadhop and enjoy to your hearts' contentment.))

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Once again, he really couldn't care less if she was rude to him or not. He doesn't really know who this person is, or what they're like. So he just doesn't care. Unless, of course, they need to be saved. Then he would be all over that shit in seconds. "Ya know! Whatever it is that you've got on!"

Does he really have to resort to pointing? You know he will.

This was clearly a case of different upbringing, different cultures, different... everything. How was it that out of the two of them, she was the more mannerly one?

With a sigh, she shrugged.

"If you mean my uniform, this sort of clothing is pretty common where I come from. Since I'm representing my empire, I thought it would be appropriate."

Edited 2012-02-11 00:48 (UTC)

"It makes ya look really stuck up." What was wrong with wearing just simple, nice clothing? Something that didn't make a person look like a they're walking in a marching band? Not that America had anything against people in marching bands, but still. There is a time and place to look like a snob. And if anything, this person reminded him a bit of what's his name, and Austria.

Maybe, he had just met this nation today, and felt that it may or may not be a bit to early to make any comparisons. So he just kept munching on his hamburger. "You should wear something less stuffy. Like what I got on!" Something nice and simple was always better than something complicated after all.

"Isn't that a little too casual for something like this?" She inquired, sitting back in her chair and crossing one leg over the other as she glanced further down the line and watched the other nations communicate with each other. "Even if it is unofficial, we're still representing our people."

"Haha! I wouldn't worry too much about it dude! No one here cares!" So long as, you know, they're not naked. Although some people would probably like such a thing. Modesty is a virtue after all. "'Sides man, it's better than lookin' like a snob!"

For a moment Britannia was silent, giving America a searching glance before she laughed.

"You're very honest, aren't you?" Read: blunt/rude. "I can't imagine that wins you many friends on a personal level." Because treaties don't count. Those are bonds forged by their bosses.

And America started to laugh with her as well.

"Well yeah! The hero has to be honest after all!" Plus it was in his nature to be. "And I totally make lots of friends!" Then apparently she isn't a very friendly person.

Right, she's going to translate that as he feels he does but is in reality quite oblivious.

As far as first impressions go, Britannia is not feeling all that favorably towards the man she's quickly coming to see as an idiot. Before she merely thought he was pitiable since her earliest memories of him are as a sullen, frustrated nation unable to break free. In this instance, she can't help but feel it was better he never succeeded in her world. Not if this is what he's going to become and that icy feeling is carrying over to her expression.

"Is that what you are? A hero?"

"Haha! Yep! Of course I am!" His enthusiasm hadn't died down one bit. And he didn't seem to have taken notice to any icy undertones that her words or expression may have. Instead, he returned her words with a warm and happy tone of voice. It was clear that he still didn't care much what she thought of him right this second. As far as he's conserned, she's just some sort of stuffy and arrogant person that probably needs to be brought down a peg or two.

(Maybe closer to a dozen pegs.)

That response, so enthusiastic and light-hearted makes her laugh a little in reply as she considers the answer. It's such a childish delusion, in her mind, making him seem much younger than he actually is.

Which reminds her, he would technically be another 'big-brother' for her, wouldn't he?

How... awkward. "Do you have a special name to go with that?"

A special name? Did she mean his human name? He obviously had one of those. "Well, my human name is Alfred F. Jones." That was what she was asking for. Right? Had to be!

"That's a pretty average name for a hero." She remarked calmly, understanding that he had mistaken her question to be for his human identity rather than his costumed one. Fine by her, really, since this conversation seemed to have hit it's peak of usefulness and was now little more casual banter.

He didn't care if it was just a casual conversation. If anything America actually prefered such convesations. "So? A lot of heroes have average names." Was that really a problem? He thought it was an awesome name. Besides, the name didn't make the hero after all. "So...what's your name?"

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