Arthur pondered that for a moment before just letting the smile stay. “The Prussia I know is a loud mouth. You’re the complete opposite of him.”
«Am I? I guess you find him annoying?»
He frowned a little, unsure if he wanted to meet this other version of himself.
“He can be a bit annoying, though there are many versions of him that aren’t quite so loud mouthed.” He chuckled again, this time at the face the other was making. “See, here, there are a ridiculous amount of Patrons. Why, none of us have a clue. It’s odd when you come face to face to yourself and he’s quite the devil.
<blushes a little> Well, I didn’t really know, but still. Are you going to miss maybe hoping someone would try?
No. The night isn’t over yet. I’ll just carry you to the bedroom. Then at least I can’t be seen by others. <nods and scoops his wife up in his arms> This is so uncomfortable
Alright dear. Wait, does that mean I can open my eyes when we get into the bedroom?
*Makes a small squeak sound when she feels her feet leave the ground.*When we get to the bedroom. Yes. <frowns a little and climbs the stairs to their bedroom before setting her down on their bed> There.
*Opens her eyes once she feels the bed. Smiles at Arthur.*
Thank you querido.
<nods still red faced> Can we go to bed so this embarrassment can be over?
No. The night isn’t over yet. I’ll just carry you to the bedroom. Then at least I can’t be seen by others. <nods and scoops his wife up in his arms> This is so uncomfortable
Alright dear. Wait, does that mean I can open my eyes when we get into the bedroom?
*Makes a small squeak sound when she feels her feet leave the ground.*
When we get to the bedroom. Yes. <frowns a little and climbs the stairs to their bedroom before setting her down on their bed> There.
Arthur tilted his head for a minute and frowned. Of course he would be rude to someone who probably didn’t deserve it in the least. He sighed and graciously accepted it before wrapping it around his own shoulders. “Thank you.” Instead of continuing to frown at the other, it was slowly replaced with something just less than a smile. “My name is Arthur.”
The alternate Prussia nodded his head. He knew this was Arthur. Not the Arthur he quite knew but the slight resemblance was still there. He turned back to the paper and pen, jotting down his name.
«Gilbert. It’s nice to meet you»
“You’re not the Prussian I’m used to seeing.” Now that he could get a good look at Gilbert, he realized that there was much more hair than he remembered. And of course the being mute part was kind of a blessing. Compared to the normal patron anyways. “But it’s nice to meet you as well. I can understand sign language, so you can go back to using that. I was just a little caught off guard.”
«You are not the England I’m used to seeing»
Gilbert replied with sign language. He was much more content using that then writing. His writing tended to be sloppy and often illegible.This was a surprise. He didn’t know very many people who knew sign language that didn’t have to know it«Not many know how to sign»
Arthur couldn’t help but chuckle a little at both the man’s statements. “Well, there was a time when I needed to know how. I can still understand it but not do it. I’m out of practice.” It brought him back to the 100 Year War and he lost his hearing because of a canon. Thankfully it didn’t last long because he ended up dying not long afterwards and regenerating.
Gilbert hummed quietly and nodded in understanding. At least he could understand it. That was all that really mattered to him. It was easier to communicate that way.
«Good thing I’m not hard of hearing»
“That is true, or I would be using the pen and paper.” Another smile pulled his lips upwards as he shook his head a little. “I’m sorry if this is insensitive of me, but have you always not been able to talk?”
He shook his head to let the other know that it wasn’t insensitive at all. He didn’t mind the questions and was fine with answering anything he was curious about.
«I’ve always been mute as long as I can remember.»
Arthur pondered that for a moment before just letting the smile stay. “The Prussia I know is a loud mouth. You’re the complete opposite of him.”
It’s easy to forget. There’s a reason we look like humans. <frowns a little> Are you going to miss not being able to try for a while?
I’m a Patron. The Representation of a nation. We don’t often produce children but it usual comes as a bad sign that something is to happen to our country that would require a new representative. There are those rare occasions where that isn’t the case.
Arthur tilted his head for a minute and frowned. Of course he would be rude to someone who probably didn’t deserve it in the least. He sighed and graciously accepted it before wrapping it around his own shoulders. “Thank you.” Instead of continuing to frown at the other, it was slowly replaced with something just less than a smile. “My name is Arthur.”
The alternate Prussia nodded his head. He knew this was Arthur. Not the Arthur he quite knew but the slight resemblance was still there. He turned back to the paper and pen, jotting down his name.
«Gilbert. It’s nice to meet you»
“You’re not the Prussian I’m used to seeing.” Now that he could get a good look at Gilbert, he realized that there was much more hair than he remembered. And of course the being mute part was kind of a blessing. Compared to the normal patron anyways. “But it’s nice to meet you as well. I can understand sign language, so you can go back to using that. I was just a little caught off guard.”
«You are not the England I’m used to seeing»
Gilbert replied with sign language. He was much more content using that then writing. His writing tended to be sloppy and often illegible.This was a surprise. He didn’t know very many people who knew sign language that didn’t have to know it«Not many know how to sign»
Arthur couldn’t help but chuckle a little at both the man’s statements. “Well, there was a time when I needed to know how. I can still understand it but not do it. I’m out of practice.” It brought him back to the 100 Year War and he lost his hearing because of a canon. Thankfully it didn’t last long because he ended up dying not long afterwards and regenerating.
Gilbert hummed quietly and nodded in understanding. At least he could understand it. That was all that really mattered to him. It was easier to communicate that way.
«Good thing I’m not hard of hearing»
“That is true, or I would be using the pen and paper.” Another smile pulled his lips upwards as he shook his head a little. “I’m sorry if this is insensitive of me, but have you always not been able to talk?”
Regarding nation deaths. A friend of mine and I shared this idea at one time and I just never put it here on my blog. When a country is suffering, his patron is suffering. When a country is at war, many things can go wrong with a patron’s body. Depending on of course the attacks and such. Vice versa can also be true but not always. When a patron is attacked, something happens to the country. Like I said, not ALWAYS true.
However this brings up deaths. A severely tragic event (like the loss to France in the 100 Year War by England) results in death, but other means can also do so as well.
Arthur has been beheaded, drowned, burned at the stake, lots of things.
I’m too tired to explain in detail right now, but if a patron is to die, their bodies regenerate and heal. (Drowning is an exception where their body appears somewhere in their country if they are at sea) However, they are once again reduced to children. This state does not last long though and only happens after something like a war where they are not in charge of their own country. (Again, take the 100 Year War with England/France.) While there is a need for the Patron, he is not needed BY the government that runs their country. Therefore they are given time to rebuild (grow) to their former selves and challenge the intruders.
I’ll better explain it later but I hope that you understand.
