[It is not England's fault, and poor England is walking about the castle looking just as confused as Francis feels. Half the time, he's thinking of himself as England, and the other half he's sure he's a student, and then there are the distressingly puzzling moments when he's quite certain he's both and thinking too hard just gives him a headache.
When he does run into Francis, he finds himself simultaneously startled and oh so amused. He can't help the first thing that comes out of his mouth.]
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When he does run into Francis, he finds himself simultaneously startled and oh so amused. He can't help the first thing that comes out of his mouth.]
Bloody hell, don't you look a sight.