why it is that he can no longer find the strength to smile, or laugh, or to even pretend to be as happy as he wishes to be...perhaps he

could ask for some pointers.

isn't sure she'd be of much help, given that she's normally miserable, she doesn't know who you are, and if she did she'd probably end up _

getting bad on Alfred's behalf, but would be more than happy to try up until she figured out who you were!

()

(LOL. XD Do you want a specific setting, or should I just roll with it...? o3o)

(I. Have no idea.)

(...neither do I; park scenario, here I come!)

that any advice at this moment is more than welcome, considering how he's all but at wit's end about his current...situation. Idly

staring into the lake, he wonders...wonders if the world just seems to hate him more than usual.

out and about, half pished for a normal person (that is to say, a normal human, not a nation with a higher alcohol tolerance, let alone an _

alcoholic one, who had built up a further immunity, that is to say slightly buzzed but perhaps not enough), which is basically her MO for_

... well, for life in general, really. Perpetually drunk as only the English could be. A stereotype she quite detested, but which was, _

sadly, rather true (after all, water was more expensive than beer in most places). Bundled up, as well, because it's been bloody freezing _

lately, her shit weather pulling through yet again to gift her and her people with frozen toes. Always seems to carry her weather with her _

in her bones, no matter where she is, so is feeling the 41 quite strongly at the moment, and that's more than a bit chilly for her tastes, _

still, she won't let a chill keep her from her daily walk. Good for the spirit, you know, as well as the body. And it's on this that she _

comes across a tall, rather sombre looking man. Normally, of course, she would never think about approaching. There was no reason to. She _

certainly didn't know him, and that sort of thing was practically taboo. But he looked familiar, and awfully bloody put off on something, _

and alcohol had loosened both lips and priorities so she found herself coming up to stand beside him and tipping her head to the side. "Got_

a problem, wot?" (and yes. I do say wot like that, therefore she can too. Especially when drunkish.)

(aw, that's cute! XD)

isn't sure why he had decided to come to the dreary England of all places; if he wanted to feel miserable about the weather, he would have

just stayed home. But no, he couldn't cope with being suffocated within the tight confinements of his house any longer, and on a complete

whim decided that he needed to be some place where the weather matched his mood. Thus, the dreary, wet and completely grey skies that

covers his vision when he looks up. He just hopes that it doesn't rain any time soon, since he was forgetful enough to not have taken an

umbrella with him on this trip and he was just getting quite comfortable with his current position. Watching a few ducks splash around in

the water, he raises an eyebrow in a nonchalant manner as he regards the obviously drunk woman beside him. Something about her seems to

make bells ring in his mind, but he doesn't put much thought into it - why would he, when she'll only be a passing face. "I wouldn't quite

say it's a problem..."