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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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Alfred was almost always willing to go along with a prank or joke as well. He liked how elaborate this particular one was getting. In the end, it didn't matter if they actually caught it on camera, but that would be an added bonus! "But how would we get the cameras then?"

[/color] That part was a little more difficult.

At the mention of youtube, Alfred let out a sigh. "Would be nice, wouldn't it? But yeah, too many risks involved."[/color] He looked legitimately disappointed, but not as though it was anything particularly surprising. It was just a fact of life, with what they were.

Alfred started laughing as Erin poked even more fun at Arthur. Making fun of Arthur was always fun, but making fun of Arthur with someone was even better! "I don't think old age is what has him wacked, although it's probably made him worse."[/color] Alfred let loose a few more chortles before continuing. "He's always been wacky though. I remember him having conversations with Tink and Flying Mint Bunny when I was a colony. I always just thought they were invisible back then."[/color] Not that Alfred himself didn't believe in crazy things. UFOs and space were two of his favorite subjects, hence why he was at the academy under the guise of studying Astronomy. Then again, why wouldn't he believe in UFO's? That was how he met Tony!

Alfred looked a little surprised when Erin admitted she'd never played hockey. "Really? We should go play it some time! It's a pretty awesome sport, actually!"[/color] Canada might be known for its hockey, but the United States had their share of hockey as well. That said, Mattie was actually better at hockey than Alfred, though Alfred wasn't going to admit that out loud. Nor was he going to admit that he kind of liked the idea that Mattie was better than him. It gave him more drive to improve, and made the sport more fun due to the competition.

"Just gotta make sure Mattie and I don't bash each other's heads in again. You remember that blackout back in 2003? You might not, since it only hit Mattie and I. Anyway, they claim that was because of too much strain on the electrical systems. You wanna know what it really was? Hockey sticks to the head."[/color] Alfred pointed to the side of his head with a grin, keeping his voice at a low whisper.

Alfred frowned a little. "That sucks. As long as the furniture wasn't completely blocking the door though it wouldn't be too big of a deal. At least you could get out?"[/color] Things might be broken as a result, but if Erin was pissed enough to send things flying around, chances were that she wouldn't care about a little damage. Not until she calmed down a bit.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song by Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 506
TAG: Erin/Jez-E
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT

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[Erin Aoife Patrick]

Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way...

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Erin shrugged. ”Know any hackers or people with freaky tech powers? I mean, there has got to be someone? Right?”

[/b] Erin asked with a shrug. ”A handheld is too obvious, as is a cellphone. Anything too out of place and he’ll notice it right away. He is way more observant than the rest of us. He notices things that we don’t!”[/b] She said by way of explanation.

Erin actually had come to despise youtube. It presented a new kind of danger for the Nations. Youtube videos could come from anywhere. They could be taken by any one at any time and posted. The chances of a nation showing up we a bit too good for Erin’s tastes. She also stood out more than most because she had long green hair. Green hair wasn’t exactly a natural hair color for people. In fact, many probably assumed Erin dyed her hair given the colour. ”Definitely too many risks…”[/b] Erin agreed.

She couldn’t help but laugh as Alfred suggested that old age just made the problem worse. ”Senility…what can you do?”[/b] Erin agreed with a laugh. Erin completely understood what Alfred was talking about. She had been married to the asshole so she had been around him plenty to hear of his delusions. ”It’s hard to believe they have been in his head so long. Maybe I should introduce him to a therapist…”[/b] she had almost said ‘my therapist’ but caught herself. Erin would never introduce him to her therapist. The woman had enough issues with Erin’s problems. In fact, the woman knew a bit too much too, not that she believed Erin meant it as anything more than a coping mechanism.

Erin shook her head, not exactly keen on the idea. ”Hockey isn’t my thing…”[/b] she didn’t explain that the real reason was that anything with heavier physical activity was just asking for her to toss her cookies. Alfred was not aware yet of her economic issues and she planned to keep it that way. ”Maybe in a few years I will change my mind…”[/b] She added, allowing room for her to try it later. She was up for downing huge quantities of whisky but not playing Hockey…talk about a bit contradictory. Of course Whisky made her happy where competition often led to her getting pissed if she lost.

Hearing the head bashing comment made Erin even more certain she’d rather wait to try it. ”Nope. I didn’t get a blackout in 2003”[/b] she replied with a happy shrug. Blackouts sucked! She could appreciate the amusement in how they happened though. Especially when it was two brothers knocking each other out with Hockey Sticks. Erin laughed at the explanation. ”You guys are terrible!”[/b] she laughed, completely amused by the situation but glad she wasn’t a part of it.

Erin shrugged her shoulders when Alfred mentioned how at least she could get out over the furniture. ”Fair enough…Not sure how far I would get though...”[/b] She added with a shrug. It was true. Erin didn’t give a damn about much when she got angry. It was the target of her anger and that was all. Of course anger wasn’t the only thing that broke things. Fear was another huge one. Being afraid brought her gift to bear in an attempt to protect her.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Outfit • An oversized T-shirt, PJ pants and a pair of flip flops ••
•• Lyrics • "An Irish Lullaby" By J. R. Shannon ••

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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Alfred shrugged. "I'm sure there's someone around here like that, but I don't know 'em personally."

[/color] Which was rather unfortunate. Such a person would definitely come in handy for Operation Embarrass Mattie.

Unlike Erin, Alfred loved youtube, though mainly for entertainment purposes than anything else. He also hadn't put as much consideration into the risks involved. He wouldn't be posting any videos of himself or the other nations any time soon, mind, but he hadn't considered the danger that someone else might and might start putting things together.

Alfred had to start laughing again as the conversation about Arthur and his 'old age' continued. What he didn't want to admit was that he had evidence that Arthur's so-called imaginary friends might be real after all. Arthur had given him a unicorn for his birthday years before. And as much as he hated to say it...there was something there, even if he couldn't see it. Whether that invisible horse was actually a unicorn or not, Alfred couldn't say, but there was something there, and that was weird enough for Alfred. "Can you imagine the old man with a therapist though? I get the feeling he'd spend most of his time ranting about how I left in the 1700s. It's what he rambles about whenever he gets drunk. That and 'the frog'."[/color] Alfred made quotation marks in the air as he said the words "the frog". The frog was, of course, France.

"Yeah, but you should still try it out. Who knows, maybe you'll really like it!"[/color] Alfred would eagerly promote almost anything that he found fun. He also really enjoyed the competitive spirit that came with sports. "Why a few years from now? Why not now?"[/color] Alfred asked curiously, clearly not realizing that Erin hadn't provided an explanation intentionally, and was trying to avoid the subject. He'd seen no outward signs that Erin was feeling ill, after all.

"You also weren't playing hockey with Mattie and I."[/color] Alfred pointed out with a cheerful smile. As if a response like that would prompt Erin to want to play hockey with them! Clearly they both got into it, and they were both considerably larger than Erin.

Alfred tilted his head a little at the latest comment. "What do you mean?"[/color] He figured that getting out of the room would be the biggest obstacle for her, not considering that there might be other things she'd need to get under control first.
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song by Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 444
TAG: Erin/Jez-E
NOTES: I have...a really itchy foot right now. Just thought you might like to know. XDD [/color][/font]
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT

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[Erin Aoife Patrick]

Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way...

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Erin sighed. A video camera would be too obvious!! There had to be another way. Maybe they could track down someone he doesn’t know and set them up with a cellphone camera. Would the quality work alright? At least it would get the point across. The problem is the person would have to be perfectly positioned and good at being subtle! Did she know anyone like that? Erin had never been good at subtle. ”Know anyone we can draft to hold a camera?”

[/b] Erin asked, shrugging in defeat.

Erin had a hard time when it came to Arthur. She joked with Alfred, laughed about it and messed around. Yes she meant every word, but she also had a thing for Arthur. It was hard to explain it. She loved him and hated him. Craved his attention and wanted to be left alone. She wanted him there for her but wanted to be independent. She wanted freedom but also wanted him. It was a complicated situation and mentions of Arthur often left Erin confused. You’d never guess it from looking at her outward implications, but inside it was very different. She also had a hard time with the ‘old man’ comments from time to time, seeing as she had not only slept with Arthur but had also married him. That being said, she had also cheated on him with Alfred…

”Nope! Not really. His issues have issues and his therapist is bound to need a therapist.”[/b] she laughed. Erin snorted when Alfred mentioned Francis…or at least Arthur’s term for Francis. Yes, ‘the frog’ came up quite a bit. In fact, back in the early 1800s Erin’s punishment for rebelling was more surrounding her alliance with ‘the frog’ than her own rebellion. Arthur had very clear and problematic issues with France. In fact, one could say there were parallels with Alfred and Ivan’s relationship when compared to Arthur and Francis’ (Except the sleeping together part which Erin is currently unaware of).

Erin smiled tolerantly and if she hadn’t been wanting to cover up her own situation she’d have jumped on that with a hammer and bashed the idea down. ”Hmm…perhaps later. I especially don’t want to try it with you and Mattie the first time. The last thing I need is a blackout of my own.”[/b] Erin said with a smirk. Alfred may not understand the entire weight of that comment, but Erin found amusement in it regardless. ”Because I’d rather not make a fool of myself by trying to play hockey in the summer for start. But on top of that, I want to avoid looking like a fool in front of a bunch of humans.”[/b] Okay, that was a very empty and weak excuse. But Erin was more than ready to drop the topic and her tone suggested it.

Erin shook her head. ”Super strength is hardly a common thing Alfred. Your ability helps against the door and the people outside the door. Mine doesn’t really do much for me in that regard.”[/b] she explained. If she got grounded, they wouldn’t exactly keep her in an isolated bunker with just a door to escape after all. Erin’s wild tendencies pretty much demanded a baby sitter when it came to most activities, let alone an attempt to secure her in one spot. It was like telling a teenager to stay in their room while leaving a window open. Without people, Erin would sneak out just fine. Alfred on the other hand, people were hardly an obstacle.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Outfit • An oversized T-shirt, PJ pants and a pair of flip flops ••
•• Lyrics • "An Irish Lullaby" By J. R. Shannon ••

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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Someone Matthew didn't know, and someone that was subtle? Alfred and Erin would probably be searching for weeks. "Not really, unless we pay someone to do it."

[/color] That was an option. It wasn't like Alfred and Erin were poor college students, despite what they were pretending. They were nations. They had a pretty vast supply of money if they needed to put it to use.

Alfred had his own mixed feelings when it came to Arthur, though they were nothing like Erin's. For all the teasing he did, and the constant reminders that he was independent, Alfred did have a lingering brotherly affection for Arthur. Even if he wasn't around as much as Alfred would have liked in his colony-hood, it was hard for Alfred to deny, deep down, that Arthur had meant a lot to him during that time.

"I know. Maybe he should get Flying Mint Bunny his own therapist in that case. Maybe he can imagine up one of those too."[/color] Alfred grinned. He could go on like this all day. One of his favorite past times was making fun of Arthur - Though it was substantially more fun when Arthur was actually there to see his reactions. Oh well, this was the next best thing.

It was true that Alfred didn't understand the full weight behind the comment, though he did accept her answer. Well...he sort of accepted it. He did have to throw in a jab, but that was just him. "It's cool. I understand if you can't play with the big boys."[/color] He wore a huge grin on his face as he teased her.

He still shrugged and accepted it in the end, though. If she didn't want to play she didn't want to play. It was cool. He didn't think she'd stand much of a chance against he and Mattie anyway, although it would still be fun to try it out. He might not have pushed as badly if he knew how badly her economic situation was affecting her (having dealt with that himself), but as he didn't know, there wasn't much else to it.

Alfred was admittedly a little surprised at Erin's answer. He was used to seeing the world as he saw it, and though he knew strength like his was rare, he hadn't taken into consideration the idea that Erin's ability offered her little to use against anyone guarding the outside of the door. "Hmm, that's true. Damn, that does put you in a hard spot...but hey, least it hasn't happened yet?"[/color] Alfred added, along with the usual grin.
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song by Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 455
TAG: Erin/Jez-E
NOTES: I have...a really itchy foot right now. Just thought you might like to know. XDD [/color][/font]
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT

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[Erin Aoife Patrick]

Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way...

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Erin considered Alfred’s suggestion of them paying someone to film the reaction. That was likely the best option, given the situation. Now they needed to figure out who to pay. ”Okay, we pay someone. But who!?”

[/b] she asked, completely perplexed with the situation. You’d think the personified Ireland and America could find someone to be their camera bitch.

Erin laughed. ”Okay, so he imagines a therapist for the Flying Mint Bunny, himself, and all his other imaginary creatures and friends? At least it’s cheap. Especially at three sessions a week![/b] Erin could picture it. Arthur sitting there talking to himself as the non-existent being listened. Well, non-existent was pushing it. Erin was pretty sure Arthur did see them and they were real. She had her reasons to suspect. Being around him as much as she had in her life, the evidence certainly added up. However, the therapist definitely didn’t exist.

Erin would always agree that making fun of Arthur was easier with Arthur there, but she mostly wanted to keep her distance. Arthur confused her, and that meant the further away he was the better. The same could be said about Alfred, except that Erin was embracing Alfred’s presence while denying Arthurs. Something to do with the whole trying to dominate her…at least Alfred hadn’t tried to take over Ireland…and succeeded, resulting in a required rebellion…more than once.

Erin was glad to see Alfred was sort of letting the Hockey thing go. She snorted as he mentioned she couldn’t play with the big boys. ”Big boys? That’s accurate. I’d much rather play with big men…”[/b] she said, sticking her tongue out.

The truth was, Erin indeed didn’t stand a chance against Mattie and Alfred. Mattie was a the Canadian and Alfred had enough super strength to kill her with a poke. Okay, maybe not that bad…or maybe it was. But the point was, at their best, Erin didn’t stand a chance. Especially at a sport she’d never played.

Erin nodded her head as Alfred realized her situation at long last. ”It actually sort of has. It did take me over forty years to bitch you out for giving me the dumb idea of rebelling against Arthur with Francis’ help. That time was spent couped up at Arthur’s for the most part with a short leash…”[/b] she said, glancing at her now empty cup and considering a second coffee, this time without the whisky…or maybe with it…she did love Whisky.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Tag • Alfred Jones ••
•• Words • 409 ••
•• Outfit • An oversized T-shirt, PJ pants and a pair of flip flops ••
•• Lyrics • "An Irish Lullaby" By J. R. Shannon ••

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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Alfred shrugged. "Dunno. Didn't get that far. Just thought that we could pay someone. It's a college, there's gotta be someone looking for easy money around here."

[/color] If his suspicions were correct, and an old buddy of his was in fact on campus, he could always put Warren to work on the job. Matthew didn't know Warren yet. However, Alfred was still in the research stage, making sure that Warren was who he thought he was before he went approaching the guy.

"So, we draw straws on who brings the suggestion up to him the next time we see him?"[/color] Even though it was a joke, Alfred was actually considering bringing the subject up to Arthur just to see how he reacted. That said, he wasn't so sure that he wanted to do it. He still had mixed feelings on the 'imaginary friend' deal. He, too, had seen evidence that the creatures Arthur saw were real. And though he wasn't all that worried about England himself, he wasn't sure what sort of tricks Arthur's little friends might have up their sleeves.

...not that most of them wore sleeves.

There was only one other person who Alfred considered to be close to his and Matthew's league when it came to hockey, and that was Ivan. Everyone thought Ivan's team was going to beat his in the 1980 Winter Olympics, but Alfred's team came through in the end. A feat that Ivan still sometimes heard about today, if Alfred was in the mood to be a pain in the ass to Ivan. Which was, admittedly, more often than not.

Alfred held his hands in the air. "Hey, I said it then, and I'll say it now - The whole independence thing did work out for me, so it wasn't that bad of an idea. It just...didn't end up working out so hot for you at first."[/color] Or it did, but it took over a hundred years for success. One also had to consider the fact that America was across the ocean from England, whereas Ireland was an island nearly next door to England. Between that and help from France, it helped to tip the odds into Alfred and his people's favor.
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song by Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 367
TAG: Erin/Jez-E
NOTES: Nada[/color][/font]
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT

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[Erin Aoife Patrick]

Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way...

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Erin laughed when Alfred said that it was a college and someone would want money. Erin often forgot that her financial situation was unique. Most of the students here were not backed by government financial support. Then again, given that Erin was suffering due to her economic situation, she deserved the funding damn it. They didn’t throw up or have the well being upset when the economy took a shit. Sure the citizens did have their own way of suffering the economic state of where they lived, but they didn’t get live symptoms of it. ”So we just stop the next person we see and ask them to tape our friend?”

[/b] she laughed. The idea was humorous that was for sure. But it also seemed a bit too desperate.

”Or, we could just wait to see who runs into him next and whoever does can drop the other a text saying “Dropped the bomb”. Could be entertaining. Or approach him together. Could be funny to over-emphasize the situation.”[/b] she said. In this Erin was all talk. Arthur scared her. She loved him. She feared him. She loathed him. It was all so complicated she just wanted to avoid him. And in that situation, she was sure Alfred would run into him first. ”Just to be clear, we may have to admit to fucking with him cause I don’t want another invasion and take over. He’s ruled too much of my life so far.”[/b] she clarified.

Erin listened to his explanation again, the same sceptical look on her face as she had worn so many times before. The one that said ‘keep repeating yourself but I will never believe you’. ”At first? It never worked out too hot for me. I lost a portion of territory and it became a second Ireland!!”[/b] Erin left out the part she wanted to say. The part that literally would have been ‘at least northern Ireland is a male and his brother preventing him from fucking around with him in place of me’. That could have been awkward. Not to mention Erin wasn’t sure if she wanted to screw around with Arthur again. It was that love hate thing. For the moment she hated him, but tomorrow morning she could wish she was curled up with him. It made for quite a bit of mind-fuckery.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Tag • Alfred Jones ••
•• Words • 390 ••
•• Outfit • An oversized T-shirt, PJ pants and a pair of flip flops ••
•• Lyrics • "An Irish Lullaby" By J. R. Shannon ••

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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The suggestion was more of a joke than anything else, although Alfred did have to admit that it was a hilarious mental picture - Which almost made him want to put it to work. He could always use another laugh. "Your friend. My brother."

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Alfred laughed at Erin's suggestions concerning Arthur. "Now that sounds like a plan to me!"[/color] It likely wouldn't happen, but unlike Erin, this wasn't all talk for Alfred. Alfred actually could approach Arthur and tease him about his invisible friends. In fact, he would delight in doing such things. Alfred had lingering feelings toward Arthur as well, but they were familial feelings, not romance, which made all the difference. Growing up, Alfred thought of Arthur as a mixture between a father and an older brother, and those feelings still lingered to some extent, even if Alfred was independent.

Something that hadn't worked out for Erin the same as it had for Alfred. He understood why she was upset, really (he would be upset too if he had to stay under Arthur's control longer than he had already), but the advice had been solid on his end! The advice he'd given Erin worked out just fine for him, so how could he possibly know that he was giving her advice that would land her in hot water for the next century? "Yeah, but at least you're independent now?"[/color] Alfred pointed out, trying to steer Erin to the bright side of matters. He stared down at the empty cup in his hands, wishing that he had more to drink. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/SIZE][/font]
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song by Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 276
TAG: Erin/Jez-E
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[Erin Aoife Patrick]

Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way...

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Erin grinned at the idea. She had used the term friend as the easiest explanation. Of course Mattie was Alfred’s brother. That was without saying. But saying “Please take a photo of my friend/his brother” was too long winded. It was more amusing to think of Mattie as just friend, even if Erin did want a chance to give him a go...that may or may not have happened after Alfred’s party last night, but Erin was pretty sure nothing had happened. She would have remembered if it had...right?

Erin wouldn’t tease Arthur in person about his invisible friends. If he pissed her off, sure, nothing would stop her from jibing in a more vicious manner. Erin aimed for the lowest blow she could get when it came to her anger. She used people’s little ticks and concerns. She played on their fears, their desires and anything she knew about them that would get a good reaction. She had done this to Alfred several times and Arthur many more times.

Naturally romantic feelings were very different than the feelings of kinship or family. Erin had a desire to impress, a desire to possess and a desire to be desired. Those were all the feelings she felt toward Arthur. When he showed interest in someone else she became intensely jealous and wanted him even more. When he was single, showing no interest in others and being outright boring by being that way, Erin didn’t want him and instead hated him. She considered Arthur hers, but also despised him. It was a complicated feeling. However, those feelings were similarly directed at Alfred. However, she loved Alfred more often than she hated him. With Arthur she hated him more often than she loved him.

Erin smirked proudly and even her posture straightened a little when Alfred commented that she was independent now. ”You bet I am. Next goal: Taking back Northern Ireland. I still can’t believe my people turned on me like that. How dare they make a new nation!! Even if it was the most logical thing to do! Eventually their decedents will see that they have common interests at heart and will join my republic!”

[/b] In this Erin sounded confident. Actually, it was that she wished it so much that it felt like truth. Erin wasn’t confident it would happen. In fact, she was quite sure it was unlikely to happen.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Tag • Alfred Jones ••
•• Words • 399 ••
•• Outfit • An oversized T-shirt, PJ pants and a pair of flip flops ••
•• Lyrics • "An Irish Lullaby" By J. R. Shannon ••

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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Alfred was even less sure that anything happened between Erin and Matthew last night than Erin was. Alfred couldn't even remember his quest to try to get them to hook up.

As such, slipping to see his brother only to find that Erin was there was surprising as could be. Not as surprising as it might have been if they weren't all drunk the night before, but still...it was Mattie. No, it was not surprising at all that Erin was making her rounds, but the fact that she was with Mattie? Canada was rarely the type to go for such a thing. He was usually a lot more subdued. Alfred was trying to get him to loosen up, but again, he had no recollection of just how much pushing he'd done the night before as a result of the large amount of alcohol he'd consumed.

Alfred couldn't help but grin at Erin's next statement. Not because he recognized that it was unlikely to happen, but because he liked to hear Erin talk so passionately about it. "Too bad you have to live right next door to the guy. I think you'd find it a lot easier to deal with him if you had an ocean between you. Then again, even that's not as big of a deal now."

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Back in the day, it was huge. When Alfred was a colony, and actually wanted Arthur to come and visit, it would take weeks for him to sail over from Europe. It was only within the past couple of centuries that the travel time was greatly reduced.

Alfred vaguely noted that his hangover was starting to wear off at last, and that he was actually starting to feel as though he could keep his food down. "I think I might get some of those little donut balls...Timbers? You want any?"[/color] He dug out his wallet and started to take out a few dollars.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/SIZE][/font]
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song by Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 335
TAG: Erin/Jez-E
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