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What was her name?

[The boy can't help but be curious about if he knew her or not.]

Maybe you should run her shop for her! That way you won't be out of a job and you can keep her work going!

[Diarmuid really doesn't know how this job thing works. He's just a kid, after all...]

Her name was Ashe. [ponders] I do not know if I'd be able to take after her line at work. [he was like a secretary! plus, he's a nation, and used to following orders. this whole human job thing is foreign to him]

Ashe? Ashe is Lord September's lady friend! Oh no!

[Diarmuid really needs to stop referring to people like that. It doesn't quite mean what he thinks it does...]

Maybe that is why I haven't seen him lately. I'll have to check on him!

What kind of shop does she have that you can't run it? You're smart! You know lots of things. I'm sure you can do it!

[lady friend, huh? England rubs the back of his neck]

She was a healer and herbalist. I know enough about herbs, i suppose, but I've never healed anyone, nor have I practiced the kinds of magic she used.

[Why yes. She is a lady and she is also September's friend, so...she's his lady friend!

Child logic...]

So she was a druid?

[She sure sounds like one to Diarmuid!]

If you only know about the herbs, maybe you can get a partner to help with the healing? You don't have to do all parts of it just because she did! Everyone has their own strengths.

[child logic...]

Well, we'll see. Otherwise, I'm sure i could find some place else to work. It's just a bit disorienting.

[Sadly, it's not very logical...]

If you don't think you can do her job, what kind of job to you want? What are you the best at? Do you like animals? Oh...!

[His eyes widen as he remembers something.]

How is your fairy doing?

[so many questions! slow down, Dia!]

A-ah... It's fine. Right now, it's playing with Prussia and his little bird. [he looks off-screen for a moment, to watch them. aaaa his cute family]

A little bird?

[Uh oh...now that has certainly caught Diarmuid's attention and, unfortunately for England, Diarmuid has a bad case of the curious!]

Your friend has a pet bird? What kind is it?

[Maybe some day he will grow out of it...but probably not...]

I'm not sure, entirely. But it's small and yellow. [turns the screen to show Diarmuid]

[It's probably a good thing that Diarmuid is so young because otherwise he would probably be embarrassed at the excited squeak that comes out of his mouth when he sees the bird. Thankfully, his child status protects him from such embarrassment.]

Oh! It's so cute! Does it have a name? Your friend is so lucky! I want to give it a big hug and never let go!

[Diarmuid...stop already...]

[ah, youth! England chuckles a bit]

I don't know if it has a name. It just always hangs around. Prussia doesn't seem to notice it, even when it sits on his head.

[Diarmuid giggles at the mental image of the bird sitting on someone's head. Somehow...the image comes very easily.]

If he is your friend, does that mean Lord Prussia is like you?

[light blush]

H-huh? Like me?

[Diarmuid frowns a moment, shifting his hands aimlessly as he tries to think the best way to describe something he doesn't really understand.]

A god or a spirit of a country. Like you and Lord America are!

[He knows that they aren't really gods. He has been told that, but he really doesn't have much else to use as a frame of reference...]

O-oh! Yes! Prussia is like me and America and Canada. [we just won't mention that Prussia's land doesn't exist. it's too confusing for someone who doesn't know the history] We've been friends for many centuries.

[oh. wait. can he take that back? HE SAID THE F WORD]

[Nope, no take backs, but Diarmuid isn't likely to tell anyone. Of course, this video conversation is public...]

I am so glad you have such good friends here! Do you think I can meet him someday? You and Lord America are both very nice. I am sure Lord Prussia is too!

You can meet him whenever you want. He works at the animal shelter and is... well, he likes people. Be warned, because he is loud.

He works at the animal shelter? Then I know I will like him! No one who likes animals can be bad!

[Diarmuid claps his hands excitedly.]

Don't worry. My brother can be loud too. I don't mind if Lord Prussia is.

He really likes animals. I think he would rather keep them all. I'm sure you two will get along swimmingly. [since Prussia, himself, can be quite childish]

[Prussia sneezes off camera and mutters] Someone's talking about me.

[Looking around he notices England seems to be having a conversation with someone and hear's the "he really likes animals" well... he knows who's talking about him]

Kesesese~ So awesome that you can't resist talking about me! [so here this loud guy is. He comes over and peeks over England's shoulder to see who he's talking to.]

[Diarmuid's eyes get wide and he waves excitedly at the camera.]

Are you Lord Prussia? I am Diarmuid. Diarmuid Ua Duibhne! It's nice to meet you. You have a very cute bird! I hope you gives him lots of hugs when he's not sitting on your head.

[Oh my, what has England been telling him...]

[Oh! A kid! Pru likes kids, probably because he's a bit of a big kid.]

Kesese~ Bird? Oh! He doesn't get hugs, he's too small, hugs would hurt him! [took him a moment to remember the bird on his head. Really, the bird is so small and quiet that forgetting about him isn't too bad]

He is tiny! Lord England didn't say he was that tiny! But that just makes him that much cuter!

[Diarmuid looks from Prussia to England...or he will try to if England can't be seen anymore.]

Can I come visit sometime and meet you and the Bird in person? I bet my butterfly would like to play with him and the fairy! They can play tag!

Ja! [No England doesn't get a say :P] We're in 2-06 of building 3. [right across the hall and Pru doesn't even know it]

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