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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[ wistful sigh ]

I don't get much'f it back home either, but it's nice ta dream. Ta remember. ...Ya know, not sure'f I've actually relaxed on a plantation myself, 'r if I'm jus' rememberin' Al's life. Maybe. Not sure. Ah well.

[ sip sip ]

I see... [finally sips his own, sugarless tea]

Glad ya do, because everythin's a whole mess'f confusin' ta me!

[ BIG GULP. An America is an America is an America. ]

[sipping slowly. Oh America. You crazy.]

[ Finishing, and moving to go wash his cup out. ]

Well, thank ya kindly fer the hospitality, but I should probably be on my way. People ta save, Yanks ta annoy, that sorta thing.

Of course. [He stands, so he can properly see him off]

It was nice speaking to you again, Confederacy-san. Take care.

[ Confederacy turns, nods. Trying to look as dignified as possible. ]

G'bye, Kiku Honda.

[ it is at this point that some depressing song starts playing. Maybe The Fray, or Lifehouse.

...Or maybe something significantly more badass. ]

[WOW STOP MAKING ME SO SAD JAPAN IS SAD ENOUGH.]

...Ah.. farewell.

[ NEVER. NEVER. And he doesn't even turn around to speak as he's heading out the door. ]

Tell Alfred ta take care'f ya and do right by ya as much as he can.

[Wow you horrible person. Anyway that statement makes Japan just the slightest bit flustered as he waves his hand after Confederacy.]

I-I could not ask such a thing, surely.. Ah.. Goodbye.

[ MIGHT BE CHUCKLING A BIT AS THE DOOR CLOSES.

And now he is off to go flip more cups before going back to being dead.

How does that make you feel, Japan? ]

[AND THEN JAPAN SPENDS THE ENTIRE NIGHT CRYING BY COMBINATION OF REJECTION FROM DENMARK AND LOSS OF THE CONFEDERACY.

Except actually he just frowns a bit, goes back inside, and will spend the whole night at least, just thinking about this.]

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