That resulted in him being hit on the head and a slight concussion, and not to mention, completely soaked papers.

Today was his day, he could already tell.

had also been walking down that way when she saw the scene. Not realizing it was him, she rushes to the poor person's side to see if they_

would live. Upon finding France, she was a bit relieved. The man had probably taken harder hits than that in the past, he'd be fine. "Can_

you hear me?"

doesn't think... that's a very nice thing to say, although it's probably quite true. Still, he's not exactly made of iron and a little

more empathy would have been welcome. Groaning, he slowly opens his eyes, rubbing his head, not quite recognizing the voice. "Suis-je en

France?"

blinks at him. "Come again?"

It take him a minute to register the English question. "A-am I in France?"

starts to collect the papers that scattered. "Kind of."

groans and somewhat, somehow is able to crawl his way to the wall and lean against it, nursing his small bump with the palm of his hand.

"... What does that mean...?"

sets the papers next to him. "We're in the Chunnel."

"Oh." He blinks, slowly remembering now. Right... that's where he was.. and he was walking to - or was it from - England? He couldn't

remember. "Okay." He's still not quite coherent.

frowns a little. "Are you going to be okay or do I need to call a doctor?"

waves his hand weakly. "No, it's okay, mademoiselle, I will be fine. Thank you for helping me, however.~"

sighs lightly. "Come, let me help get you home at least."

decided that if he opens his eyes, he sees stars, and opts to keep them closed instead. "But... mademoiselle, you do not know where I

live."

just how hard he hit his head. "Nonsense. Come along, trust me."

he did so pretty hard. It's a miracle he's not bleeding, actually. "Very well...~ I trust the lady." Although he's not sure if he can

stand at this point...

helps to heft him up.

appreciates that and groans a little, keeping his eyes close. Vertigo sucks. Though that voice was oddly familiar...

silent after that, helping him get back to his destination. She had stuffed the papers inher purse.

glad that his house is actually close by, and decides to make a little conversation. "Ah, mademoiselle, what brings you to France?~"

if he really hasn't figured it out. "I was coming to see a friend."

really close to figuring it out... and will do so after the ringing in his head stops. "I see.~ Perhaps you would like to make a quick stop

at my house first?~"

snorts. "I am sure it's on the way."

laughs a little and grimaces when they reach the end of the tunnel, the bright light assaulting his already sensitive eyes. He takes that

time to slowly open his eyes (all better!) and look around... only to wish he hadn't. "A-Ann..?"

looking back at him with an unamused face. " 'Ello France. I see you're not having a good day."

's face falls and he grumbles, immediately looking away to avoid her eye. "Non... I seem to be having quite a bit of those lately."

grins slightly at that. "So I see."

continues to avoid eye contact. "Someone's amused, at least."

can't help it. Call her sadistic, but seeing him get beat up amused her to an extent. Maybe it was their rivalry. "You'll live through it."

Oh, haha, that is just so funny. And here he thought she was the more docile of the two Englands. Well, never mind that thought. "Oui,

but I'll probably recover faster if someone wouldn't bait this in front of me for the rest of the day."

huffs. "Who do you take me for?"