"I told you you can't do that."
"Aw, now you're just making rules up, man."
"No. Now how about you play by the rules, eh?"
"Oh fer- This ain't even a full deck! Oliver got into this one, too."
Allen tossed the cards to the wall, where they fluttered one by one to the ground, save a few that landed on the seemingly unconscious England. He winced at the noise.
"He's awake again." Matthieu stood up.
"So he is. How about that." Allen huffed, crossing his arms and throwing himself back in his chair, legs sprawled. "What're we gonna do, huh?"
"A smart person would tell Oliver."
Allen laughed sourly. "Well, you know that ain't me." He smirked. "Why's he still pretending to sleep?"
England opened his eyes. They were both watching him.
"I guess that cat's out of the bag, isn't it?" He slowly sat up, with a shaky laugh. He put a hand on his throat, and found it sewn up. He wasn't sure what was going on, but whatever it was, he sure wasn't immortal anymore. England swallowed.
"Ol' Oli did that."
"Excuse me?"
"Oliver. He sewed up your 'cut' there." Allen nodded when England brushed his hand over it again. "You sure seemed shocked about all the blood. You didn't lose enough to pass out."
"Well, I'm not used to dying." England answered coolly.
Allen sat up. He addressed the brawny Canadian. "So Mattie, what do you think we oughta do now?"
"You already know what yer gonna do, eh?"
Solemnly, Allen nodded. "Well I sure as hell ain't gonna get Oliver."
Matthieu seemed satisfied. He walked to the door and put his back to it. "Go'on."
England watched nervously as Allen stood up and approached him.
"So, what'd'ya say, Arthur?"
"I'm not sure what you're talking about."
"Well how 'bout I fill you in?"
So like this is a weird chapter but I thought it was a good stopping point. I'll post another one that goes deeper into Allen and Matthieu's characters.
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