Chapter 55: Old Memories

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M:   Edel responded by licking Johann's face and hair and gave him a cartoony slicked back hairstyle, making Derogan chuckle. The older prince petted the reptile's fur and went over to Mandara, "your turn, little brother."

Mandara smiled and lay down on his stomach, since the brothers were the type of countryhumans that didn't have hair, he knew that Derogan was talking about his wings, so he spread them nice and wide so his sibling could reach all the right spots.

"Hey England, how does Sir Wales's wings work," he asked while he groomed, "he doesn't have feathers so that means he can't pick up vibrations, right?"


N:   "I believe, as long as he has wings, he can pick up vibrations," England answered, "but just not as well as winged countries who have feathers, according to Fa."

Anglo nodded, "But I think that if Wales were to ever meet Edel, they would communicate with each other the best. However, as long as he is surrounded by winged countries with feathers, it would be hard."

"The upside is that his wings would not get waterlogged, which is useful in a country which rains a lot," the younger country continued.


M:   The brothers nodded in agreement, "that is definitely a pain in the rear end," Derogan said, "it makes it hard for us to swim too, the weight of the feathers just drags us under."

"Father has it worse," Mandara added, "since his wings are so big just being stuck in the rain makes them too heavy and he ends up dragging them, which just makes it worse since they'll then be caked in mud. Father can't even fly in the rain, which is weird since our wings are supposed to be waterproof, or at least resistant."

"His explanation is that he's been alive for thousands of years and his wings no longer have that waterproof oil on them," Derogan then said, "we think it's because he doesn't take dust baths.


N:   Anglo tutted in response, "He has no excuse, having lived for a long time or not, you should take a dust bath."

Saxon's face scrunched up in confusion, "You take dust baths."

"Of course I do," the country replied, "how the hell am I supposed to fly in a kingdom like Britain. I am in England, it is raining; I go to Scotland, it is raining and snowing; then I go to Ireland, it is raining cats and dogs."


M:   "Father always says that you should take a dust bath at least once a month," Mandara explained," the dirt helps absorb bad oils and rids feathers of parasites, but if I'm being honest, I've never seen Father take a dust bath before."

"Just because you haven't SEEN him do it doesn't mean he doesn't do it," Rowen stated, "everyone has things they prefer to do in private. I, being his captain and royal adviser, have had the unfortunate luck of forgetting to knock before entering his chambers and witnessing said things."

Mandara and Derogan both tilted their heads in curiosity of what Rowen said, "like?" they asked.

"Things I will not discuss," Rowen simply said, "the king's private business is not something to announce to the world, and quite frankly is something I wish I did not know."


N:   "And it is something I don't wish to hear," spoke Johann, running his hand through his hair and making it extra messy. The boy glanced at the dragon and got an idea, he grabbed some ribbons and tied some end to end. Looking at the mini rope he made, he placed it on Edel's snot, "there, now you got a multi-colored mustache."

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