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[starspangledhero]

[ 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 ]

Comments

[starspangledhero]

It's hard to do that too! Something's wrong with my gag reflex.

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

What if I hit you?

[starspangledhero]

What.

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

In the stomach.

[ ... ]

To trigger your gag reflex, stupid.

[starspangledhero]

How's that gonna trigger it? That sounds like it'll hurt! Or maybe not, I dunno if your fists are as weak as Canada's or not.

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ ... bastard ]

It wouldn't hurt to try.

[starspangledhero]

[ LONG, LONG PAUSE. ]

Fine. But only because I'm confident that you're too weak to do serious damage!

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ England will punch America so hard it'll make



look like a lovetap ]

Try not to cry too hard when I knock you out; it's unbecoming.

[starspangledhero]

[ djksla;rjewkla;rjwekla;rwhatlfdjsalr;ajwl I love you Amir. And this will be America



only with more pain. ]

I don't cry when I get kicked by horses. I think I'll be okay with your weak British fist.

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

Fist of indomitable English strength.

[ haw haw sob don't claw me bro! And England probably shows up at America's doorstop... somewhat fast. And with a well wrapped apple pie under his arm. There is some weird huffing shuffling at America's door. ]

[starspangledhero]

[ don't you huff puff at me, sir. America's surprisingly not delousing or naked or anything weird. There's a bunch of random washers and dryers in his living room though. ]

England?

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ he's never going to get rid of those lice; the whole apartment complex has them now and they keep passing them around like a joint or something. I DUNNO THAT SENTENCE GOT AWAY FROM ME... and kind of shoving over the pie which is faintly smoking ]

Before you say anything, no. I didn't bake it specifically for you.

[ annnnd walking past Amerca to examine his apartment... and looking for more crystals to hoarde. ]

... are you finding an new occupation as a junk monger?

[starspangledhero]

[ The lice is like Marshall Street's herpes. Or something. Your analogy made more sense. America will start unwrapping the pie and staring at it. ]

What is it?

[ Setting it aside for now on a dryer. ]

I'm gonna have these all fixed up and get the water heater fixed up and we'll all have laundry! Japan's gonna help me bring 'em down to the basement. He can't carry anything, 'course, but it's scary down there and I don't wanna go down alone.

[ Jealous yet? Of course not. By the way, there's a pile of crystals over by the paints Edgeworth gave him for his birthday. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

A fancy desert, stupid.

[ kind of ignoring the fact America's doing laundry projects with Japan because he sees crystals and he's straightlining towards them. And of course England doesn't feel left out. He doesn't care at all. ]

Well I'm perfectly happy you asked Japan; I'm far too busy with my own projects to help with your half-baked ones.

[starspangledhero]

Is it chocolate? It's all... black.

[ He's about to ask England what exactly he was up to (and surely not getting a valid response) when he notices England's beeline to the crystals. ]

Hey! What're you doing? I don't need those barfed out!

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

You threw up these, but you couldn't be arsed to barf up one more?

And no, it's apple. It's impossible to find suitable baking chocolate in this rubbish bin of a city.

[starspangledhero]

No, this is the only one I've swallowed. These've just been... I've just been looking at these. They haven't given me any powers yet, only doing the memory thing.

Oh... apple pie!

[ He doesn't care if it tastes like shit, he's going to go get a fork anyway. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ considering going through the crystals... but he can always get to those later!!! instead trailing after America with the crafty step of a crafty villain ]

Before you eat it, America, I've got something to ask you.

[starspangledhero]

[ GETTING HIS DAMN FORK and there's probably more washers in the kitchen, only these are taken apart. Turn to go back to the pie-- holy crap England when did you sneak up behind him like that. ]

I'm not allergic to your cooking, if that's what it is.

[ Somehow, he doubts it. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

Lean in a bit closer, would you?

[ punching a crystal out is hard; it's even harder when there's pie in the way. ]

But not too close. Stand back a bit, then lean your face in.

[starspangledhero]

Uh.

[ Trying to do as England says. Taking a step back, but leaning his face in closer. It's a kinda odd position, like he's trying to lean over an invisible line he's planted his feet behind. And he's right in your face now. HI ENGLAND. ]

Hi England.

1/2

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

Hullo, America.

[ America you are about to be sucker punched ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ remember how England said he'd punch America? that was a lie. England instead KNEES AMERICA IN THE STOMACH LIKE A FOOTBALL CHAMP. AND NONE OF THAT AMERICAN FOOTBALL EITHER ]

[starspangledhero]

[ OH MY GOD AMERICA DIDN'T KNOW WHERE THAT WAS GOING BUT HE DIDN'T EVEN CONSIDER THAT.

HOLY CRAP. OW.

FALLING ON THE FLOOR CLUTCHING HIS STOMACH. He can't even curse at England because he can't breathe.

Your beautiful pie is on the floor in pieces. America's curled up in a bit of it, wheezing. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

You dropped the pie-!!

[ f you America you dropped the pie how could you. England has priorities. but England is dramatically falling to his knees to make sure America's all right ]