✪ A M E R I C A ✪ (Alfred F. Jones) ✪ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
starspangledhero) wrote2010-08-21 12:39 am
starspangledhero) wrote2010-08-21 12:39 am
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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. ]
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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...If I may, I have another question.
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[ Throwing a look over his shoulder to the kitchen to distract himself momentarily. ]
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It's not as if I've forbidden you from using my name. You've never seemed fond of using it, and it's not as if I use your name that often.
[ that is a lie. pause pause pause this question is so secretly awkward ]
Only when I'm a bit upset. And only when you've done something particularly stupid.
[ pause pause pause ]
Stop asking stupid questions, Alfred.
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[ Throwing a look to the kettle again as though looking for something to interrupt them. He could always do something stupid or go back to his normal yelling to change it, but, no. A hero always rises to the challenge!! ]
I've had reasons in the past, but I won't bore you with the details.
[ Finally turning back and blinking. ]
Okay. That was my last question, anyway.
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[ still busy mending America's blankets, although his mending is getting steadily fancier. he's like a sewing machine that does kitty stitch patterns, okay ]
Not that I really care, but what past reasons? I'm only bothering to ask since we have nothing else to discuss, and silences bother me.
GOD I'M MORE TL;DR THAN MOBY DICK. APOLOGIES.
[ He says it so casually, but he's obviously waiting for some sputtering or cursing.
America cocks his head and rolls his eyes to the ceiling in thought. He barely resists the urge to chew on his thumbnail. ]
Where do I start? Well, initially, it was doubt. I can't pinpoint exactly when I began to wonder, but at some point in my later years of colonization, I began to wonder if there was something more to you than just being England. By that I mean... man, this was easier to explain to France.
[ He can't help but let his gaze flick to England to see his reaction to France's involvement in the conversation. ]
Anyway. There is more to me than politics and whatnot. God-given free will. I can love, hate, anything like a human--I don't doubt it's my society that lets me think this way, but I won't go into that right now. I wasn't sure if you were the same way. Eventually... it became convenient of me to think of you as nothing more than an empire. A tyrant, not a brother or father, with "Arthur Kirkland" only being some convenient title to go by in the market.
[ He shrugs, stretching and cracking his back slightly. ]
But, like I said. It's the past. I don't dwell on it anymore. I live with what I understand, and at the moment, I'm more interested in experiments with atoms than philosophical inquiries.
[ It doesn't quite explain what he believes now, but at this point, England probably just wants him to shut up oh my god what is this comment. ]
PFT IT'S ADORABLE 1/2
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[ and after a slight pause, because it's late and I can't write awesome things as awesome as you ]
The State comes first for me, then myself. I'm not fond of the name Arthur because it doesn't represent me entirely. People build an empire, people run it, and people devote their lives to the prestige of their nation.
[ maybe. or maybe that's just what England says and not what he thinks ]
I'm done with these. Did you have anything else that needs mending?
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That's what I thought. You're far from alone from what I've heard from others. I've never had any problems being both America and Alfred. Maybe that means I'm alone.
[ pause ]
Except Mattie. But I guess that's how the world is. And people wonder why I don't involve myself with nations?
[ The snort he makes almost sounds like a horse ] It'd be all politics. I'm probably the only one among us who actually believes in love, which sucks for you guys. Oh well! I'm getting my happily ever after, destiny be damned.
[ Are you happy England? You wanted to get to know America and seriously he's probably had this kind of convo with Japan like, twice. I don't remember. Getting up now to go get some things. ]
Actually, if ya don't mind, I've got some clothes with holes in 'em.
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[ placing the bed sheets aside in a neat pile, after giving them a nice shake and stirring up the dust in the couch and probably a few lice as well. ]
Go fetch them.
keywords. the song is now in your head.
I refuse to believe that. Maybe that's what they want. Too many people die for me to think that I'm not gonna get my happy ending. And I'm not just talking as a country.
[ shoulders sagging as he walks away. his voice is almost quiet for once. ]
It's my story, I'll end it how I want to.
[ annnnddd after a while, he returns with a bunch of cothes that need holes sewn back together. his face remains surprisingly neutral. ]
THERE WILL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE GONE.
I'm happy enough with the way things are. I'm happy enough alone, and watching my economy prosper is enough happiness for me.
LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST
[ His lips twitch, just slightly, into a wry grin. ]
I'm almost jealous. But, I'd rather tell people: don't fear death, but rather the unlived life. You don't have to live forever. You just have to live. That's what they do, and that's what I do.
DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE.
[ STILL STARING AT HIS SEWING PILES... ]
Some of them, perhaps. Most of them seem content enough wasting their lives and ignoring all well-meant advice.
[ and after a slight pause, and after finishing patching a shirt ]
If you're really that lonely, I suppose you could visit every now and then. But only sparingly.
/guitar riff
[ flopping down on the sofa and sighing as he says that last bit. not very dignified, but he tries to make up for it by sitting still and upright. ]
It would be nice if you did, but you don't, so it's kinda a moot point. I see ya at world meetings anyway. I can find someone to hang with 'til then.
I FORGOT WHAT THE REST OF THE SONG WENT LIKE
[ a curious thought crosses England's mind as he says this; this was partly the cause of their split in the first place, wasn't it? it's a curious thought, but England's so caught up in his sewing that he shoves it aside into the mental drawer labeled 'I'll give it a thought later over tea'. ]
I suppose I could visit every now and then, but only if you pleaded enough. I'm a very busy man, you see, and I've plenty of other friends I could visit in Kensington.
CASTIEL FROWNS UPON YOU
[ America pauses as he seems to be considering the same thing, but he recovers quickly. Pffft pleading. His face just reads AS IF. ]
I wouldn't want to be an inconvenience. It's alright. If nothing else, the flower children will gladly welcome my company.
[ grin grin THIS IS WHAT AMERICA DOES ON HIS WEEKENDS. ]
CASTIEL'S ON A BENDER.
[ THROWING A PAIR OF PANTS AT AMERICA'S FACE ]
I adjust the waistband on these; see if they fit.
HOW MANY LIQUOR STORES DID HE DRINK THIS TIME?
[ TEARING THE PANTS OFF HIS FACE. Stealing so many pants for this later. ]
Uh... 'kay. Excuse me.
[ For once, he doesn't immediately get naked. He actually goes into his bedroom to change. Emerging wearing the pants. ]
Do they look alright?
ALL OF THEM.
[ VERY CREEPED OUT NOW. and while England has asked before, he needs to ask again. ]
What are you up to?
BUT WHERE WILL I GET MY SMIRNOFF NOW?
[ SO PROUD. Also randomly, I'm pretty sure the American punk movement started in 1969 with the Velvet Underground. That's where my book on punk history starts anyway. ]
As I've said, I'm not "up" to anything. Why do you ask?
WALMART.
[ awwww ;w; teach me more sifu ]
You're acting modest, for one. You're drinking tea and you're saying please and you're beign nice and you're obviously up to something.
THEY DON'T SELL ALCOHOL OUTSIDE OF LIQUOR STORES IN MARYLAND
[ It's called "Please Kill Me: The Oral History of Punk." I bought it at the train station when I was stranded in NY because the title was how I felt at the time.
Experimentally walking to make sure the pants don't rip. ]
People thought I couldn't be charming or decent. So I decided to change.
[ Only until he proves his point, but he fails to mention that. ]
How do these pants look?