three sheets to the wind [open]

[LOVINO VARGAS]

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Perplexed and self-determined, were most likely the words a certain British man was feeling, today. His eyes were a emerald green, while his hair was a messy blonde; and as for his status? Perhaps highly intoxicated could be well defined for that subject. You see, not only did this, well, ' refined ' soul grow uneasy on his day,but however today could have yet been the most barmy he's had yet; and let me tell you, from the things Arthur James Kirkland had seen in his past-life, it was a shock to himself for something to be addressed as insanity, instead of idiocracy. Here the man was enjoying the simple english man's life, composing himself with the chaps of Mrs. Fairy, and on others he knew best--and there he was twas the next day, he'd waken up in Japan on a trip to boarding academy.

Now, it was never a drag for him to visit Japan. He had always thought of him and Kiku as good friends; or well, you know, they didn't despise each other as much as they did to others, and it was such a place he loved to fancy for the beautiful scenery--sometimes honestly for him, it was hard to deny not to visit. But however, the conclusion he made by blatant reasons, this wasn't a normal trip to Japan. And obviously, finding himself here wasn't given to be his own will of choice. Waking up in a school uniform was bloody difficult to comprehend enough for him, but for some distant reason waking up without the leadership and respect as a country, was without doubt the thing he was baffled by the most. How the bloody eck did he find himself this way? There was no magic, no pranks he could of did beforehand to cause it...--and furthurmore, why Japan? Was maybe Kiku the sneak behind the case? Truthfully he really didn't know, and really it would have been useless to find out. Right now he had to discover where he has been, and why he was here.

But ohohoh~ There was one thing stopping him before any of his witty ideas could go in action. And that certain thing, was nothing unordinary in the englishman's daily diet. Can you guess what it is (and no it's not the burnt delicious scones he cooks for everyone)? That's right, booze! Or maybe sake could be a more of a description. While Arthur found himself still confused and absent-minded, he'd also found a suitcase held in his hand, and well, of course he just had to open it.And however could the british man ever a resist a perfect meal in front of him? You must have been crazy not to deny it! The name said, ' Arthur James Kirkland ' on the license tag of the case, so therefore it was his property. Even if the story he was living in made no sense, it started to make more of a sense that maybe this was just a silly dream combined of both fantasy and horror in it. And although it has a little horror -or could it be defined as a comedy? - in it, Arthur had whole bottle of alchohal in his hand; so really, he was willing to not wake or even care for a while.

Nevertheless how does this story, (it almost sounds like it was narrated by a crazy man) relate to Arthur Kirkland being on the edge of the beach? Well, for one, i'll tell you first that his his bus stop wasn't for a relaxed inspiration, but more of a half-assed drunk decision. Arthur had his fun, and was ready to go back to England. Though he passed many many cars, and many many trains, and many many kiosks, his blurred mind still destined himself to swim. I mean bloody hell, Japan was close to UK, correct? Or...was it now? Ahh...

He didn't remember , nor did he care. It was a man's journey to swim in the sea once in his life, and by god he's going to do it! Note, that this isn't the England nor the Narrator speaking for himself; but most likely the booze he was drinking spoke for him. Stomping with sake in one hand, and a determined fist in the other the brit went forward to his destination of the ocean cheering with pride, victory, and most likely, a god-awful breath. If this is just a dream, it'll be easy... "I'm g-g-ggoing to bl-bloody swim back to my nation!" He hiccuped and yelled, staggering with a contradicting gleam. "And no one can stop me!"

notes what the fuck is this LOL THIS SHOULD BE IN CRACK RPS okay so basic summary: england found booze in his suitcase, got drunk, and thinks it's a dream sorta kinda, therfore thinks its easy to just swim back to england. LMAO IDK crack idea :"DD

[russia]

Confusion might be a good word to describe Ivan at this moment. In fact, it's probably the best word in the English language to use. Somehow, for some crazy reason, he's strolling through a beach in Japan when he was at his home just the other day. And in a school uniform too. Luckily, the scarf was still wrapped around his neck. Perhaps someone had gotten inside his house while he was asleep and kidnapped him? No, that can't be. There was no sign of being kidnapped when he woke up and no nation would dare do that to him. Well, except Natalia, but if it was her, he would be in a worse situation.

He scans the scenery around him, watching the Japanese civilians go about their day in their Japanese way. A spot of splashing blond does catch his attention however. How odd... From what he knew, there are no natural blond Japanese unless you count naturalized citizens from Western countries.

Ivan quickens his pace until he feels the damp sand getting in his toes from his shoes. The person wasn't that far off and Ivan could hear him say, "I'm g-g-ggoing to bl-bloody swim back to my nation! And no one can stop me!" The voice sounded very familiar to Ivan's ears. How queer...

That's when he had realized that the man who was swimming deliriously in front of him is Arthur Kirkland. Is the Briton also a victim of whatever had happened to himself? No matter what the answer was, Ivan knew that the other isn't going to be able to swim all the way back to Britain. Unless, that is, Arthur can secretly teleport, but Ivan doubted that he could, since he was swimming the weird way he is right now.

"...Arthur?" he asks loud enough for the other man to hear, "If you're trying to swim back to your island, I think it's best to stop now."

He could have just gone right for the Brit and pull him back to shore. In fact, he's not so sure what kept him restrained from doing so. Perhaps he should do it if Arthur does not comply; something which Ivan doubts will happen.