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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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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.

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!

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.

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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

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.

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.

Hullo, America.

[ America you are about to be sucker punched ]

[ 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 ]

[ 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. ]

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 ]

[ NO HE'S NOT ALL RIGHT HE JUST GOT KNEED IN THE FUCKING STOMACH. Even though he agreed to let England help his dislodge the crystal, he's a bit more fearful at the moment that England has manage to knee it through his stomach. He probably hasn't, but that's what it feels like.

CURLING INTO A BALL TO PREVENT MORE ATTACKS. HE STILL CAN'T BREATHE. DAMN YOU. ]

[ MAN UP AMERICA. England kind of shakes America hesitantly on the shoulder because he's somewhat afraid he really hurt America. ]

O-oi, bastard.

[ IN THE BALL OF SOLITUDE, CAN'T HEAR YOU. ]

[ leaning in and getting uncomfortably close to America. he is taking advantage of this to be dere. If America lets him, he will even rest his head on his shoulder ]

I thought it'd work.

Edited 2010-07-13 06:33 (UTC)

[ YOU KNOW AT THIS POINT, AMERICA DOESN'T HAVE MUCH CHOICE. STILL WHEEZING maybe coughing a bit now. The best he can do his hunch his shoulders and make squeaky noises. ]

[ you can't see it America, but England's smiling as he props his chin up on America's shoulder. ]

... I suppose it'd only be polite to apologise for that failed attempt. It wasn't my fault- obviously -but still.

[ heeee it's like America's all little and obedient again. ]

[ D'awwww relish in his stillness for a moment, England. Relish in it. His breathing is beginning to go back to normal, so he just... lays there a second.

It's almost peaceful. ]

[ And, of course, America ruins it. ]

Go to hell, England!

[ He coughs/croaks it more than says it, and he tries to roll over on his other side away from England while clutching his stomach. ]

[ AND IMMEDIATELY LIFTING HIS HEAD UP AND LOOKING NORMAL AGAIN. ]

After you.

[ AND ENGLAND WAS EVEN GOING TO APOLOGISE YOU BASTARD ]

It huuurrrrtsss!

[ What a whiner. Now he's trying to stand up. He has one fist on his stomach, and he's still bent over trying to breathe when he pushes it inward. All he manages is a small retch that really achieves nothing but slobbering. Awesome. ]

It's never coming out!

And that's why you should never underestimate me.

[ AND THAT'S WHY YOU NEVER DOUBT ENGLAND. Scooting over towards America, much like how a dog scoots around on the floor ]

I didn't think... I thought you'd be stronger than this.

[ is that England sounding somewhat guilty? maybe ]

You kneed me!

[ fact: America is only strong when it comes to non-trivial things. Dying of pneumonia? No problem. Nose broken and shot by Russia? Still ready to rumble! Kicked by England while surrounded by dryers? Obviously a problem. ]

And now there's a crystal lodged in my intestines and I have internal bleeding and I'm gonna die before I get to turn into a buffalo!

[ MAN UP AMERICA ]

You're not going to die, you stupid bastard. Idiots like you never die; it's the exact opposite of what Darwin predicted.

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