[ He can have the gun back when he's a dirty hippie again. Or something. Still staring at Japan as he slowly gets to his feet, avoiding the gunshot in the floor like it's infected with plague. Once he's actually on his feet, he considers drawing his other gun, and he'd really rather go down fighting.
...But then he remembers he promised England that they could spy on Germans together, and the whole being dead thing would get in the way of that. So he swallows a bit of his pride (for once) and decides that it wouldn't do the world any good if he were dead. Who else would save everyone from the Axis Powers? Russia? Ew.
America heads towards the doorway with the lack of door. ]
This isn't over.
[ He doesn't even pause or turn around as he says it. It's not even a threat; it's spoken more as a simple fact. ]
no subject
...But then he remembers he promised England that they could spy on Germans together, and the whole being dead thing would get in the way of that. So he swallows a bit of his pride (for once) and decides that it wouldn't do the world any good if he were dead. Who else would save everyone from the Axis Powers? Russia? Ew.
America heads towards the doorway with the lack of door. ]
This isn't over.
[ He doesn't even pause or turn around as he says it. It's not even a threat; it's spoken more as a simple fact. ]