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[ Sorry for all the screaming, Gohl, but America just got stabbed in the fucking EYE. He's been running around, yanking the pencil out of his eye and trying to find something to wrap it with. He settled with a torn bedsheet. It's quite bloody and gross at this point. Also, as a result of blindly running around and trying to chase down Namine, he now is sporting a nice bruise on his forehead due to an unfortunate run-in with a door.
His voice is hoarse from the yelling, but otherwise fairly steady. Not chipper, though, because dude. October event. WORST EVENT EVER. America obviously looks upset but really, who wouldn't be after their kid STABBED THEM IN THE EYE. ]
I need some bandages. Anyone seen Namine?
[ America moves to shut the communicator off, but suddenly throws his hands up in frustration. ]
What is wrong with everybody?! No way England and Hong Kong and Canada all got theirs out at once, and no way Russia should be allowed to ever get his out, and they're--! And Japan... and, Namine, she already has hers out--!
[ Like the mature person he is, he throws the communicator against the wall with an angry shout. This is like, the icing on the cake of his bad week.
He'll pick it up eventually, but for now, have a nice view of him hunched over on Gohl's couch, miserable and pouting. I will totally pick up tags tomorrow but for now I must sleep ;w; ]
His voice is hoarse from the yelling, but otherwise fairly steady. Not chipper, though, because dude. October event. WORST EVENT EVER. America obviously looks upset but really, who wouldn't be after their kid STABBED THEM IN THE EYE. ]
I need some bandages. Anyone seen Namine?
[ America moves to shut the communicator off, but suddenly throws his hands up in frustration. ]
What is wrong with everybody?! No way England and Hong Kong and Canada all got theirs out at once, and no way Russia should be allowed to ever get his out, and they're--! And Japan... and, Namine, she already has hers out--!
[ Like the mature person he is, he throws the communicator against the wall with an angry shout. This is like, the icing on the cake of his bad week.
He'll pick it up eventually, but for now, have a nice view of him hunched over on Gohl's couch, miserable and pouting. I will totally pick up tags tomorrow but for now I must sleep ;w; ]
