starspangledhero | [voice//action for Marshall street apartments]

[ And you thought you were rid of them. Nope. America hath been Mindbroken, which for you means the return of two very special individuals from America's chip event. Both are America's voice. Don't feel like color coding. MAKE DO WITH HORRENDOUS ACCENTS. ]

Someone tell this fuckwit that he ain't allowed ta go inta peoples' homes an' turn everythin' upside down! It's bad enough that he's doin' it ta my land, but do I have ta suffer this blatant invasion of my rights at every turn?!

It's not your home! Don't make me turn your "Alfred" logic bullshit back on you.

Ya can use that excuse fer the war, but ya sure as hell can't use it here, 'cause it ain't yer house!

Well it "ain't yers" either. It's the American embassy, not the "Confederate Den of Inequity"!

Yer face is a Den'f Inequity.

Go back to your drunken gambling you amoral-- where are you going?!

I'm gonna fix what ya've ruined!

[ A door slams. One of the Americas can be heard screaming through the other side of the door. ]

I'LL PUT THEM RIGHT-SIDE UP AGAIN, YOU PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE CUP HANDLER!

[ The other speaks into the communicator. ]

Beg yer pardon, everyone, but this ain't gonna stand. No way am I gonna let anyone here get roaches crawlin' in their cups and spreadin' consumption. Don't let the Yank in yer room.

[ knock knock.

Here comes the Confederacy to turn the cups in your cupboard rim-down. Or is it the Union to turn them rim-up? You might be able to tell because the Reb's missing shoes and looks rather shabby, but then again, if you don't know jack shit about the American civil war, you'll probably be confused. ...Or you're confused anyway. Perfectly acceptable. ]

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Johnny not welcomed here either. [Gestures to the door again.. before he pauses. His smile almost.. twitches a bit, as he glances toward the kitchen.]

If given food, Amerika will leave, da?

[ BIG GRIN. ]

Sure thing! [ already trying to head in that direction. ]

[His smile fades as soon as America pushes for the kitchen again. Stupid capitalist. :|]

Have borscht left over in fridge.

[That is all you're getting. He goes to prepare it.]

[ And immediately he sets to making sure all the cups in Russia's cupboard are his way up. Also my history teacher says borscht is God's gift to mankind, so America's pretty excited. ]

Really?! Awesome! I love the technology here. It means I get leftovers.

[ it's not sarcastic HE IS GENUINELY HAPPY. ]

[Russia looms over America's shoulder, because... of course. Figures. He better not break one of Seifer's cups. :| And borscht is godly, ngl.]

How is technology to guarantee Amerika continues to supply his endless stomach?

[lol poke at his side with the pipe.]

[ Paying no attention to the looming and just going about his business. All goes well until the pipe poke, at which America yelps and squirms away. One of the cups drops, but luckily, it's plastic and probably already chipped. ]

Yeah! I mean, yeah. I get food at home, but it's hardly ever good, and it definitely doesn't last unless ya salt it or dry it.

[Russia bristles at the cup dropping and eyes it sharply, but when it seems to be alright he just.. hooks onto it with his pipe and picks it up, inspecting it before setting it on the table.]

Of course. Food in your place always far inferior. Learning to cook from another might have been more beneficial to you.

[ only half of that sentence got through to Yank ]

Teach me how to make borscht!

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