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[ When the comm clicks on, America is looking a bit more hippie-ish than usual. At least he's clean now, but he's wearing beads galore, everything on him is painted or dyed, and he has some paint splashed on his face. ]

The People In Charge are givin' me my gifts, slowly but surely! Look-- the beads! Oh, and a whole tie-dye kit, and a box of chapstick! And now there's these things.

[ He sets aside the communicator as he sits on the floor Indian-style. America holds up one of the crystals to his face. He's staring very, very intently at it.

And then he licks it. ]

I wish I could turn into a buffalo. I wish I could turn into a buffalo. I wish--

[ MEMORY TIME YEAH. Anyone watching this video, you can now see the Roswell incident. I'd go hunt down the video but I'm lazy. Have a nice view of America coming across his alien bestie, Tony, who comes to comfort America after being distraught that no one would tell him about the aliens. ...Welcome to Hetalia, guys.

America's grinning, but he does appear a little exasperated. ]

C'mon, magic crystals! Gimme buffalo powers! Don't just show me stuff I've already done! Can't you even bring Tony here? Maybe this one is defective.

[ Another crystal is pulled from who-knows-where. He's probably been collecting them all day in hopes that they will give him powers and/or get him high. This time, instead of licking it, he shakes it like a snowglobe. ]

C'mooooooonnnnn magic buffalo powers!

[ America doesn't get magic buffalo powers. He gets a particular scene from the Revolutionary War. Namely, 2:52-4:30. Watching England cry over him is exactly what he wanted today. Except not. He wants his fucking buffalo powers.

Anyone watching may also care to notice that his grin has slipped away and his face has gone pretty blank. ]

Ah... this one's... broken too.

[ He tosses is behind him, grabbing a much smaller one from his pocket. It's probably too small to see what's going on with it, but as one of his hands fumbles to turn off the communicator, you can hear one last thing from it (because I am a depressing person):

"Can I call you Big Bwother?" ]

[ooc: I haven't seen Higurashi and I dunno the rules on multiple memories, but if this is wrong beyond all reason, just lemme know and I can fix it ;w;b ]

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Shards aren't fuzzy and cute.

[ two words: opium enema. also combined with opium pills, mercury, and lead. this was all given to one soldier as treatment. civil war medical mindset: OPIUM CURES EVERYTHING!!! ]

Neither is gastric bleeding.

[ ... oh America. WE WERE SHIPPING THAT STUFF TO THE CHINA FOR A REASON ]

What if it cuts my throat coming up?

[ AGE OF HEROIC MEDICINE. Which basically means IF IT'S FATAL, LET'S PUT IT IN YOUR SYSTEM. ]

It's got to come out one way or the other.

[ ... ] Was it the only crystal you had?

...Eughhhh. And I don't wanna repeat of the car thing.

It's the only one I swallowed. I've got some more I've collected.

Don't ever mention New Years again.

You should leave a few of them with me. God knows how clumsy you are, and they're probably safer in my care where they won't be eaten or licked or shook.

Even with the car, it was hilarious. Remember when your eyebrows were drawn back on?

I wanna see if I can watch Scooby Doo on them!

When I get enough evidence to prove you shaved them off, I'm going to kick you back into the 19th century.

Don't be stupid; you can't. But if you leave a few with me for safekeeping, I-- you can view them later in the future whenever you want.

... but only certain ones. I don't want any from that bloody war.

I don't remember doing anything, but I bet I was only the one who drew 'em back on, if only because I knew you'd look creepy without them. I'm a nice guy like that!

...We can throw out the one from that war.

But I still wanna figure out that lisp thing, and I gotta see if I keep wishing they'll give me powers, and.... and, well, I bet there's some happy memories here I'd like to see again!

Just toss them into the fire. It's the easiest way.

And there's plenty of happy memories in there, prat. You had a happy childhood and I was one of the best caretakers out there.

Stupid.

Okay! I bet I can find that oil drum from my birthday again.

...Hmmm. Happy, yeah. To a point.

[ It's not even that America can deny that his childhood was good (except he'll avoid admitting it hurrrrr). He still has the toy soldiers, after all. BUT THAT WOULD MAKE THINGS AWKWARD so he'll just make noncommittal noises. ]

110% happy. You smiled all the time, and you'd frolic with buffalo as I watched you from my desk and the only time you would cry was when I had to leave for Europe and--

[ SO MUCH AWKWARD TURTLE. ]

The point is, you were happy.

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Y-yeah, sure. Happy. 'til I got bigger.

[ YOU MAKE EVERYTHING AWKWARD, ENGLAND. ]

...and I've got more happy memories than just those days, you know!

and dumber.

[ THAT WASN'T A VERY QUIET WHISPER BUT WHATEVER. ]

With all those bloody drugs you experiment with, I'm surprised you can remember anything.

I'm not dumb!

[ Not even defensive. It's a happily stated fact. ]

I remember a lot! Anyway, pot is awesome and doesn't mess with your memory and shrooms just kinda trip you out and LSD really messes ya up if you're not careful and K isn't bad unless ya snort it and I forgot what I was talking about.

Oh, yeah. I remember a lot of things! I have some troubles with stuff when I was really young, though.

[ OH AMERICA. ]

Seeing how you have the memory span of a goldfish, I'm not surprised.

[ pause pause pause ]

But I suppose-- not that it matters to me, obviously - that I could fill in a few blanks for you. If I can remember something that far back and unimportant.

[ oh, drugs ]

You sure you can remember? You're pretty old, I dunno if you've started to lose your memory or go senile or something.

[ pauses are cool ]

Hmm, I dunno. Let's see... no, I'm pretty sure that was before I knew ya cuz I didn't go crying to ya. Oh! How about this! Remember that little nightgown thing I used to wear when I was really small? What was up with that? I don't even remember where I got it, except that I was excited when you actually brought me pants to wear.

[ nightgown thing socute ;w; England's already left the building and now is in la-la land ]

It was adorable, wasn't it? I suppose the faeries and forest sprites sewed it for you before you stopped believing in them.

[ socutesocute England's got his dere on ]

It was a pain in the arse finding the right size for you; you wore my boxers for a few months before I could go back to England and have you properly outfitted. Your first pair was pink with kenmare lace; do you remember?

What.

[ fairies, what. dere, what. ]

Thankfully, no, I don't remember the pink.

...Hey! But I do remember the boxers thing! I used to go into your closet when you weren't looking and steal your shirts and pretend to be you! None of the colonists were fooled though. It must've been the lisp.

[ or because he was itty bitty babby. /just rolling with it STORY TIME YEAHHHH ]

That, and the fact you were a few metres too short. Back when you were a proper height.

[ ADORABLE CHILDHOOD ]

Right well, it was an adorable pair of trousers and they were incredibly expensive. You grew so fast I'd always have the seamstress make an extra pair in a size up.

[ ... ] Not that I remembered such a stupid detail; I only recently recalled it.

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