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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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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.

Edited 2010-07-11 07:43 (UTC)

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.

I'm a proper height now!

Guess you must've not expected my growth spurt after that war with France, cuz I sure don't remember any pink pants after that!

You're an overgrown weed, you mean.

That was your own fault.

If you helped pay for the war like you should have, I might have brought over a new pair.

I am a beautiful buttercup.

[ what. don't ask. ]

Hey, you were the one at war with France. You got Mattie outta it! Anyway, none of that would've been worth a pair of pants.

You're an overgrown dandelion.

[ ... oh flower metaphors ]

You blundered into that war, git. And I'd certainly like to think our relationship was worth more than a piddling sum of money.

Magnificent marigold.

[ I WILL KEEP GOING. And oh, talking about the past. Chip event + old wounds = ofuck. ]

Speaking of... I never really hated you, you know.

[ way too much else to say that he'd rather not ]

Okay, sure, maybe you're right on that point, but that doesn't mean you're getting out of your debts! You still owe me! And I want my binoculars back!

Gangly gardenia.

[ HOW LONG CAN WE GO ]

You're so bloody thick, you know? There's a wide spectrum of emotions between hate and love and even I don't know where you fit on it.

Stop reminding me; I know plenty well how much I owe. And I'm not giving those binoculars back so you can shove it.

Radiant rose!

[ UNTIL I RUN OUT OF FLOWERS ]

I'd be fine with all over! Give me variet to work with.

But... my binoculars! They were mine!

Stupid sunflower.

I bought them from you, so now they belong to me.

Edited 2010-07-12 05:15 (UTC)

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