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pyrrhiccomedy: Mornington Crescent
America could not remember the last time he had wanted to bomb something this much.

"Look," Austria sighed, "I thought we had agreed to pre-1908 Tottenham Court Road Rules."

"What did I do now?" he asked warily. A printed out map of the London Underground was splayed across his knees, covered in dense annotations.
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april 2012 by lorem_ipsum
pyrrhiccomedy: Dieu T'Aidera
[Characters/Pairings: France/muddy ditch OTP. Also, Joan of Arc.]

This ditch is like me, France reflected. Shallow, and full of trash.

He lay on his back, in the mud, beside a road that hurried through an empty little blight of nowhere. There were trees, and travelers, sometimes. England hadn't burned this bit down, which told France that there was nothing important in it. So it was a good place for a ditch, and a good place for France to be. Cold slurry ran off the cobbles and splashed over his leg whenever a horse trundled by. Sometimes, the horses stopped, and what splashed over him was warm, not cold, and he thought: yes. This is my life.
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april 2012 by lorem_ipsum

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