England: “That’s wonderful to hear! Although... my dear you still are rather pale are you certain you’re alright?” Mrs. Fernsby: “That’s just because I haven’t been out in the sun, my... I haven't been out in a long while”      *She lightly Chuckles while sheepishly putting a hand over her mouth* "I suppose I've become quite the homebody." England: *Chuckles as well* Mrs. Fernsby: “But you need not worry about me anymore. I believe I've told you this last we spoke” She smiles and waves a finger at him playfully, as he scratches the back of his head and glances to the ground, feeling silly for forgetting what she told him, And even more so for forgetting the reason as to why she told him not to fret. England: “My bad Miss, I can sometimes be stuck in the past and uhh.. well,  it takes me a while to return to the proper era” *another small chuckle*  Mrs. Fernsby: It’s alright Arthur, I know it can be difficult for you to let go of the days that are long gone. And to say farewell to the people of the past, who can only return to you at times like these. May I ask....Am I easier to see when you wish to escape? England:  *He pause's for a moment, taken a back by her words, then a sad smile forms as he speaks.* "No my dear. it may seem as though You are all more visible when I'm upset, perhaps because I speak to you more, However, no matter my current emotional state, I can see you, and everyone else all the time. I can even see the phantoms of the buildings that once were, as if they too once lived and are haunting me along side the rest of you. England: “No my dear. I’m just simply a damned old man in a young looking body, who's lived for far too many centuries, keeping friends with those of whom father time has long taken from me. However-” France: Angleterre! mon ennemi! Can you stop your monologue to absolutely no one!? England: *Annoyed* “Damn frog” *He turns his attention back to Mrs. Fernsby as he raises a hand and places it on her shoulder*  “You should go back and rest love, till we meet again” With that she disappears, and he turns to yell at France, but before he is able to say a word, he is interrupted by a sudden fit of coughing. France walks over to him and places his hand on England’s back, to which it’s quickly swiped away and a look of defeat and offence is plastered on the frenchman's face. France: Fine! I won’t provide you comfort while you cough hysterically! England: I don’t need your damn comfort!!!  Anyway, I’d like to leave from this area now I've been here longer then I wanted. *He puts his hands in his trouser pockets and starts walking down the street* France: *walks beside him, Hand gestures galore  * Ah oui, talking to air- oh pardon! my mistake, one of your imaginary mint bunnies?. England: Actually it was an old friend of mine.  Mrs. Fernsby  remember her? AndFlyingMintBunnyIsRealYouTit France: How could I forget her, She was so lovely~ but.... you know she passed away in the 1880s right? England: Of course I know! Ever heard of a thing called ghosts? France: Oui! I have had my own experience's! And I- England starts another coughing fit, This one more violent than the last and it causes him to double over. This time he allows France to led him comfort, not that he could stop him anyway. When it was finally over England shakily raises back up with Frances assistance. France: That was pretty bad, Angleterre, and my goodness, you’re awfully pale Are you sure you’re alright? England: you need not worry about me anymore. I believe I've told you this last we spoke” France: *with a sad expression* Ah..Oui. How could I forget. (note: Mrs. Fernsby is someone I made up. And the endings meaning is a mystery that is left to the imagination, but I hope it made sense at the same time. )

seychelles: told ya!