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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

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

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 ]

[starspangledhero]

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!

1/2

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ and now sounding a lot nicer. or as nice as England will ever sound ]

I could.... rub it if you think it'd help.

[starspangledhero]

[ Suspicious glance. HE KNOWS HOW THIS GOES, ENGLAND. ]

You're not gonna punch me, are ya?

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ ;w; sometimes England is capable of being nice. it just usually backfires. like now. ]

... not this time. And the offer only lasts for a few more minutes, so decide quickly.

[starspangledhero]

...Fine.

[ muttering something about how England's oddly nice gesture might make him vomit, but straightening up and looking away anyway. if he gets punched, he's throwing a washer at England. ]

1/3

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

Fine.

[ and... reaching out slowly to America's belly... and England kind of freezes halfway. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ ... he can't do this oh god it's too awkward even for England. England kind of huffs oddly but it's not a creepy huff. it's more of a wheeze of 'oh god oh god' ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ England awkwardly hovers for a few more seconds before flopping over unexpectedly and curling into a ball just like America did. ]

Oh, sod it all. I've developed a stomach-ache.

[ yet he says it in a very level and unpained tone ]

[starspangledhero]

[ every huff is a creepy huff. just kinda. staring at England ball. ]

Did you swallow a crystal too?

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ huff huff huff ]

... It may have been the pie.

[starspangledhero]

[ AHHHHHHH ]

The pie? The pie on the floor? ...Will it make me sick?

[ ALREADY SQUATTING DOWN AND DIGGING HIS FORK INTO IT. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ and suddenly unrolling from his ball to stop America from eating off the floor ]

Not that one, you--

Don't eat it off the floor!

[starspangledhero]

[ TOO LATE. SHOVING A FORKFUL IN HIS MOUTH. ]

Not bad. Think the floor adds flavor.

[ moving to get another forkful ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ scuttling over and snatching the fork out of America's hands ]

Disgusting.

[starspangledhero]

Hey! I was eating that! I only have hours left before my internal bleeding destroys me, so I should enjoy whatever food I want!

[ reaching for it with his hand now ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ ... bah ]

Don't give up so easily. We'll find a way to make you cough it up.

[starspangledhero]

[ eating with his hands like a two-year-old ]

What do we try next?

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ thinking... thinking... ]

I could show you disgusting pictures.

[starspangledhero]

Really? Like what?

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ vanishing for a moment to grab a piece of paper and pen from somewhere in America's apartment. he doodles for a minute, before coming up with:



yes I trolled pixiv for ugly art ]

[starspangledhero]

[ TURNING TO THE SINK AND DRY HEAVING. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ tossing it to the side and watching America, looking somewhat pleased ]

So?

[starspangledhero]

Still h-havin' trouble. Can feel it though.

[ but continuing to dry heave in hopes of throwing it up. ]