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It had been a quiet day, and he'd been content to spend it quietly at home, doing some long-overdue tidying, cooking up some delicious food, and catching up on his reading. At around midnight, he eased himself off the divan, put away his book and started to prepare for bed. Just as he was drifing off to sleep, a nice, quiet end to a nice, quiet day, someone pressed the doorbell.
And pressed it. And pressed it, and pressed it and abandoned it in favour of banging on the door.
A quick glance at the clock on the bedside table told him that it was close to one in the morning, and that whoeever was at the door was probably drunk, since sober people tended not to visit in the middle of the night. Sane people preferred not to visit him in his home at all, because crowds, at least, offered some protection from inappropriate molestations. Muttering a curse under his breath, he got out of bed and headed downstairs, wondering who it could possibly be.
The smell of alcohol hit him as soon as he opened the door, and he wrinkled his nose. England had one hand raised, as if expecting the door to still be there. Glazed green eyes blinked and tried to focus.
Dues: Prologue
It had been a quiet day, and he'd been content to spend it quietly at home, doing some long-overdue tidying, cooking up some delicious food, and catching up on his reading. At around midnight, he eased himself off the divan, put away his book and started to prepare for bed. Just as he was drifing off to sleep, a nice, quiet end to a nice, quiet day, someone pressed the doorbell.
And pressed it. And pressed it, and pressed it and abandoned it in favour of banging on the door.
A quick glance at the clock on the bedside table told him that it was close to one in the morning, and that whoeever was at the door was probably drunk, since sober people tended not to visit in the middle of the night. Sane people preferred not to visit him in his home at all, because crowds, at least, offered some protection from inappropriate molestations. Muttering a curse under his breath, he got out of bed and headed downstairs, wondering who it could possibly be.
The smell of alcohol hit him as soon as he opened the door, and he wrinkled his nose. England had one hand raised, as if expecting the door to still be there. Glazed green eyes blinked and tried to focus.
"Oh, God, you've multiplied."
Then England fell over onto him and threw up.