starspangledhero | [video] in which America will prove that he's right and YOU ARE WRONG

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[video] in which America will prove that he's right and YOU ARE WRONG

[ Something is amiss in Hetalialand. If you thought Italy!Japan was odd, you're in for something else tonight. Instead of America's usual bomber jacket/hippie clothes/nudity, he's actually cleaned himself up. The horrendous bowl cut is slicked back to be less... awful, he's clean-shaven, and he's managed to patch together a semi-respectable navy blue suit. (Kinda like the icon but way more dusty/moth-eaten/DAMN IT DISCEDO RUINS EVERYTHING AND HE'S TRYING.) Also, red bow tie. Of course. There is nothing to be done about the cowlick. Oh, and the bandages are gone yay! All that's left is a bruise around his left eye.

America had currently set the communicator aside to finish fixing his hair in the mirror. Even his apartment is cleaned up what the hell have you done to him, Japan. ]

Japan's love life aside, there's still a lot of other work to be done to Discedo. Things to be mended, repaired, restored, removed, explored. And I hope you know all know that I fully intend to do all that. As much as is possible for a world power, anyway, though I have to say that's a lot to look forward to!

[ He finishes combing his hair and, to the side of the screen, effortless hoists a washing machine onto his shoulder and moves it off-screen. Walking back over: ]

Doctor Whoever You Are, whenever you're free, I'd very much appreciate any help with this. I can move them all to the basement no problem, but I'm afraid I'm a bit lost when it comes to piping and repairs. Still, I'll do all I can!

In the mean time... I've decided to take everyone's advice and give myself a night off. I've already worked myself to death once; it wouldn't do anyone a favor to repeat that. Not when there's so much left to do!

Anyone is welcome to join me for a drink, or just to hang out-- er, socialize. Whatever. Point is, company's welcome. Otherwise I guess I'll... go fight my way through the library and hope they have one of my writers. Or something sci-fi!

[ America grins, winks at the camera, and bows slightly before moving to shut it off. Blame Japan. BLAME THE COMMUNISTS TOO IF YOU'D LIKE. ]

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[ And returning with tea! ...In a mug. Of course. Some things don't change. ]

I've been peachy!

[ Contrary to Mr. Stiff, America seats himself in an opposite chair quite comfortably. Still somehow fancy. Pretend you know what I'm talking about. ]

Actually, I've been kicking around a few ideas. I need to organize a NATO meeting in the near future, not to mention keep track of what sort of weapons Russia is currently hoarding--he's been too quiet lately. There's the laundry room I'm still working on, a few other construction projects I should get underway. The usual. And you?

[ Somehow America magically has coffee in hand. NOW TAKING A REFINED SIP. This is silly. ]

I've been--

[ just staring at America over his teamug. after a bit of blinking, England takes a sip but doesn't take his eyes off America. it's unnerving. ]

Well. Very well. It's rude to talk about Russia during civilised conversation; even the slightest thought of that lardarse gives me indigestion.

My apologies. I'm glad you're well.

[ He's doesn't sound very sincere but hey, it's still an effort.

STARING BACK.

God this is awkward. Time to take another sip. ]

[ STARING BACK EVEN MORE INTENTLY, NOT EVEN TAKING A BREATHER FROM HIS SIP ]

[ COUGH. ]

You look... uh, nice. Is that a new suit?

I've had this suit ever since I re arrived in Discedo.

[ said in the most deadpan voice ever ]

Your's is lovely as well. It reminds me of a suit I had a few centuries ago, before I threw it out for being horrendously outdated.

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Oh.

[ EQUALLY DEADPAN. But sparking back to life at the mention of his suit. ]

You think?! Yeah, it reminds me of something I had last century! Not quite the same, but I've got the bowtie and--!

[ Immediately calming down, trying to compose himself. ]

I mean. Thank you.

[ VISIBLY GRIMACING BY THE FACT AMERICA REMEMBERS AS WELL. You forgetful bastard England will never forget ]

Yellow would have been a better colour.

Are you alright?

[ Noting that grimace. England: nevar 4give, nevar 4get. ]

Obviously. Your horrid fashion sense just ruined my appetite, is all.

[ and handing America back... his mug ]

Is that the only bowtie you own?

I see. I'll wear yellow next time.

[ IT'S ALL HE CAN DO TO NOT SAY THIS THROUGH GRIT TEETH. ]

Yeah-- yes? There's a sore lack of bowties in Discedo, but luckily I found this nice red one!

[ ENGLAND SHALL TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS. and does America have curtains? Because they're about to be used for the greater good. ]

Lucky for you, I'm ace at sewing. Where do you keep your extra fabric?

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[ NO his windows have probably been covered with tinfoil in the past (to keep out the communist radio waves) but have recently been taken down for cleaning. And all this catches America completely off guard. ]

I-I don't... I wasn't expecting, well. Uh. I have some extra sheets in the closet? But. They're kinda this really faded maroon color. Um... I could find extra fabric some day soon?

[ Like how does he even respond to that. He's a dude. He has more Hotwheels and tools than fabric stuff. ]

Maroon is much more preferable than red. Go and fetch it, won't you?

[ hurf hurf go get it and be a gentleman America 8) and sewing is a manly habit. ]

Oh, and bring me a pair of scissors as well.

But my sheets... okay.

[ I doubt he expected ruined sheets to be the result of being a gentleman. Sob. He likes those sheets. Still, he grudgingly goes to fetch them and a rusty pair of scissors. ]

This is all I have. ...Please don't ruin them too much? I still use them.

[ that's what you get for scaring the heck out of England with your weird behaviour, America. ruined sheets ]

I'll cut sections off the end, that way you can still use them as bedsheets. They'll just be a bit shorter than usual.

[ short enough to the point your feet hang out, ahahaha ha ha haaaa... and now England is tracing a finger over the sheets, measuring out where he exactly has to cut to make an ugly bowtie ]

You wouldn't miss these sheets, honestly.

[ You asshole. He'll just have to curl up in a ball to sleep from now on. ]

I like them. They're soft, and they don't have big hole in 'em, and they remind me of someone. So they're nice in those ways.

[ America starts to fidget nervously before he reluctantly takes his seat. Awkward, morose silence. ]

Do you want any more tea?

Who?

[ playing with the scissors, wondering if he should begin the operation! But waiting for America's answer because while England is a douche, he's not a giant douche ]

Not that it really matters to me, I'm just a bit curious.

[ then offhandedly. this is the fastest tag I will ever write ]

Put the kettle on the stove, and I'll brew the next pot.

[ fidget fidget fidget ]

Rosalyn. I dunno if you'll remember her.

[ He bites his lip; it might not be charming but he does it anyway. ]

Her shadow was pink, and she always carried around a pink parasol because she was embarrassed. I thought it was nice though. Remember? My shadow was awesome too. Maroon's not close to the actual color, even if it is faded, but. It's enough. Especially when the lighting's dim and you think it might actually be pink.

[ There's a pause where America isn't sure what to say next, so he says nothing and stands again. ]

I'll go do that now.

[ now England kind of feels bad. or feels bad in general. After toying with the scissors for a bit, he puts them down and pulls a travelling sewing kit out of his trouser pockets. yes, he carries around a sewing kit. now because I can't think of a decent way to connect this sentence, England begins to hem the edges of America's bedsheets in silence. aw ]

[ D'awwww, so touching. After a while, America comes back looking a little down. That is, until he sees his sheets aren't all cut up. He's surprised to say the least.

He opens his mouth to exclaim something along the lines of "You didn't!" but instead snaps it shut and takes his seat again. Most productive tag ever. ]

[ not even bothering to look up ]

Before you say anything you overgrown lummock, it wasn't the right material for a bow tie.

[ GRIN GRIN GRIN. ]

Wasn't gonna say anything.

You had a stupid look on your face.

[ sew sew sew... and flipping one of the bedsheets over to inspect the other side ]

If I hadn't shown up to fix these, they wouldn't have lasted another winter.

In that case, thank you. I really appreciate it, England.

[ Pause. ]

Question: What's more formal, "England", "Britain", or "United Kingdom." The last one's kinda a mouthful. Do you mind if I abbreviated it to "UK"?

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