Day 51: Breakfast

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Yuffie Kisaragi, indomitable bouncing ball of sunshine and unfathomable ebullience, was tired. It'd been a long night full of gibberish and getting nowhere fast.

"Can't I—"

Plucky, who had been busily loading a plate full of French toast and bacon, tittered. "I'm afraid not, Hanna, darling. A chat over a nice, hearty breakfast would do you a world of good, don't you think?"

"Aaaaactually—"

"Come on, let's find you a seat. Plenty to choose from this morning!"

For a long moment, Yuffie seriously considered doing something—anything—to act out. Punch her nurse, rub jam in an orderly's face, climb a wall and hang off the ceiling, jump on a table and parody Loveless… A ruckus like that would definitely jolt her back into gear, right? Sedation aside. And it'd turn Plucky's good day right on its head, which was always a bonus worth shooting for.

But, by the time she'd reached a decision—and it was an epic decision, a really awesome one; everybody'd appreciate the genius, she was sure—she was already alone. Her breakfast tray had been set down neatly by the nurse, who had left with an infuriatingly winsome smile.

"Wow," Yuffie muttered. Shaking her head, she picked a chair at random and threw herself into it. She kicked back, one arm slung across her eyes, to wait. For what, she wasn't totally sure. Some moron to decide that she looked like good company? That was how it usually went.

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"Not running England snapped, narrowing his eyes at the implied insult. He was no coward. "Investigating. I have no intention of leaving this place until everything is back as it should be." And if there was a way of leaving Russia here or at least weakened (assuming he was), then so much the better for everyone. He'd been threatening things in Europe more and more recently.

"But if you truly wish to go into a fight with no backup plan or knowledge of the terrain and the environment that we could be facing, then be my guest." Because if something did go wrong, then England wanted to know that there was a place to retreat to. He did not want to be trapped here if things went badly.

[vodka-jump.livejournal.com]

Russia still had his doubts that this place had anything at all he would be frightened of or have any difficulty with. It was usually the other countries that ran in, especially when it came to Russia, without any idea of the terrain or the cold or having ever met with General Winter. For a second or two, his eyes had a far off look. General Winter was not a person he preferred to think about at any rate. And there was no one like that here. Not even close. So if a little darkness was enough to scare England and if he was weak enough to get himself injured, Russia couldn't say he had any sympathy for him.

"You sound so frightened England," maybe not frightened, but certainly on edge, whether from his comments or something else. "You never did tell me how you got that terrible injury. It looks painful. Could it be that's what happened? England went into a fight without knowing what he was getting into?"

[teabastard.livejournal.com]

England's expression darkened at the insinuation that he might be frightened. He wasn't frightened. A little on edge perhaps, because he was injured and it wasn't healing properly and Russia of all people knew about it. Anyone would be a little wary about that, and England wasn't the powerhouse that he had once been. And where was America? Now would be a good time for an interruption.

"And what on earth is there here to be afraid of?" he sneered. "I've had far worse injuries in my time. "And how I got it is none of your business."