He supposes there is a sort of charm to Britain's home. But the mule-like nation of the Magen David is not one to utter compliments, especially to empires like Britain. He won't hear it from Adina. Britain can not appreciate those compliments if they remain in Adina's mind. That is one of the points to his silence if anyone is wondering. Britain never struck him as one who appreciates insignificant compliments anyway. He probably would prefer one to gawk in awe of his many great accomplishments in the years of the past than shower him with trivial flattery. Not that Britain would catch him dead gawking at his achievements, most prominent paid with blood. However, if there is one thing he is willing to commend Britain on, it is being desperate enough to hold out even now as fresh, new, greedy empires arose from the ashes of war like phoenixes.
He wonders if placed in Britain's situation, would he have the ability to maintain an empire which envious eyes of rivaling empires desire? He supposes he'll never know. After all, he's not in Britain's situation and unless by some miracle or another he arises as a grand superpower, he can't know. He supposes it was easier to become a powerful country in their time. Nowadays the struggle is even being a country. In that regard, he is jealous of Britain and his years upon Israel. And maybe, just maybe, he is jealous of Britain's persistence and ability to survive. An old empire still going strong. But empires do eventually fall. Neither Britain nor Germany nor any other empire can overcome one last obstacle to forever glory: time. And how could they? After all, time is a non-tangible enemy. How does one go about killing non-tangible objects?
A light smile spreads across his face as he realizes this whole time he has been using the term 'Britain' improperly. By Britain he meant England. Because as far as he and the rest of the world are concerned, England is the head honcho of the British Empire. 'Britain' would technically refer to Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland as well as England, making his usage of 'Britain' incorrect. He hasn't much of a problem with England's brothers - though some of it might be the fact he has had very little contact with them in the past - so he would hate to include them with his regular remarks concerning England. On the topic of England's brothers, he wonders if he might encounter one of them. If he recalls correctly, the siblings live together. He winces at that thought. Siblings living together... The idea sounds amazing. Oh, look, another thing he can be jealous about England.
His eyes flicker with a quiet sadness. He recalls his own siblings. They would never admit relation to him but they truly are siblings. He recalls simpler times with a struggling smile. He had lived in ignorant bliss. How wonderful that bliss wrapped him with a blindfold. It guided him with a comforting hand. But it was only a matter of time before that bliss lost its edge and he wondered from its protection. He found the entire process fly all too quickly though.
Tell me what's the point of doing this every night. What you're giving me Is nothing but a heart. It's a lullaby. Gonna kill my dreams, oh This is the last time. Baby make up your mind, 'Cause I can't keep sleeping in your bed. If you keep messing with my head. Before I slip under your sheets. Can you give me something, please?.
-- there's no argument *
It seems the house was slowly getting more...well tense. That was the only way the Welshman could describe it. Much more than before, and it was a tad unnerving how things had become. His brother had been getting new...territories as of late, and now they were all living in the house. Not that Alwyn minded, it was nice having company, but the newer residents didn't seem all that happy to be there.
Not like he could blame them.
With a sigh, he pushed those musings aside and began laying out the items on a tray for afternoon tea. The kettle already on the stove, he wanted everything set...laying out two cups and some snacks. Along with the cream and sugar..which now that he thought about it, Alwyn wasn't sure if the young boy liked tea...but there was nothing else in the world he could think that would help lift ones mood. Adina Meir. The newer child, or territory? He wasn't exactly sure, but Alwyn had been trying to keep his mood light. Adina, who true was not a toddler, but still the boy was young, had seemed very quiet since arriving a few days ago. The man didn't want young Adina getting depressed, or too downtrodden living in the house with Arthur and the others. Which is why Alwyn tried acting like a ...nice brother figure. A role which he was all too familiar taking, but it was something the Welshman could do well.
The kettle screeching made him jump, shaking him out of his thoughts. "...Quiet...heh, seems I have been a bit spacey myself." he mumbled, shutting the stove off to stop the noise. With everything set, he picked up his tray and went towards the living room. It was a quaint space, with the light coming through the windows. It was one of Alwyn's favorite places to have tea, and it was more open and calm. Setting the tray down on the coffee table, he went out to look for Adina. Who he found...thankfully out of his room, because he didn't like barging into someone room or disturbing them. Clearing his throat, he smiled kindly towards the other. "Ah..Adina, I was wondering..fancy some afternoon tea?"
I can't keeping touching you like this. If it's just temporary bliss. I keep waiting for your heart(I keep waiting for you)I am….I am fiendin' for the sunshine.To show our love in a good light.Give me reason.I am pleadin' to the stars(Tell me).
He barely puts up with the circumstances thrust upon him. It is not just that he hates the British bastard, but the food is absolutely repulsive! Honestly, where did he learn to cook? From a sloth? The concerningly dark and brown food often stares at him with this warning of sorts. It flashes "poison" at his face. He's slightly terrified someday he will eat England's food and die of food poisoning. Not that he can die so easily being a nation and all, but all the same, being poisoned is not an enjoyable experience. He had been poisoned once before during the First World War. Worse still, the food had been British. He swears he had been puking his guts out for hours until he finally managed to regurgitate all the poison from his system. The experience continues to haunt him and to this day it is a fight to convince Adina to eat the food which England's house of horrors produces.
He frowns at the thought of England's house. It has only been a month or two since he moved into England's as a safety precaution. Yes. Safety precaution. Cough cough Italy's interest in the Middle East set both him and England on alert. Italy's connections and utter reliance on Germany made the idea of Italy ruling the Middle East a particularly distasteful idea to him. Not wanting to put the "child" at risk, his boss had ordered him to move into England's house. So here is now, living (comfily) in England's house. He recalled the first day he had stepped into England's house. It had been an overwhelming transition. The modest wealth of the house shocked him. His house in Israel had been a shabby little hole, he had often found himself struggling to pay the rent to. His boss knew of Adina's living situation and several times had attempted to remedy it. But Adina being Adina would do a disappearing act only to be found in another hole. He suspects Ben-Gurion's reasons for moving Adina to England's home were more than just for safety. Probably his way to get Adina out of a terrible living situation. Adina does not appreciate the act one bit for it means he has to deal England.
