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( text; ) Karkat is the one that fell down a hole this time

OKAY SO YOU GUYS KNOW HOW EVERYONE GOT COOL STUFF AFTER THE THOUGHT FISHIES WENT AWAY AND I HAD TO PUNCH A SHARK AND HOW I GOT A MUSTANG (LIKE THE ACTUAL HORSE NOT THE CAR)??? WELL I DID! BUT IT WAS WILD SO I HAD TO BREAK IT IN. AND I FINALLY MANAGED IT WITH ONLY A COUPLE KICKS TO THE EVERYTHING.

CAN'T USE SHIFT CAUSE I'M PRETTY SURE I BROKE MY HAND CLEANING HIS HOOVES. TYPING WITH THE OTHER.

OH AND I GOT SOME COOL OUTFITS TOO! I DON'T KNOW WHAT ALL OF THEM ARE BUT ONE HAS A WHIP AND A HAT AND ANOTHER LOOKS LIKE A POLICE UNIFORM AND A SPOOKY ONE AND A COUPLE OTHERS. I LOOK REALLY GOOD IN THEM!

GUYS MY HAND LOOKS REALLY GROSS LOOK AT THIS:

HOLD ON I'M HAVING TROUBLE TURNING ON VID

( video; english )

--oh, there we go!

[ America grins, then turns the video to his hand. It's swollen, one of the fingers is blackened, and the nail has fallen off. He has to show everyone his gross injuries always. He turns it back to himself; he's wearing his Indiana Jones outfit, minus the hat. ]

Sick, right? I'm gonna splint it up and stuff, so hopefully it won't take too long to heal! And then I can get to work making a saddle to fit him and Namine's pony! The plains should be thawed enough to graze them this spring. Man, I'm excited to finally get to ride again!

And if anyone has some pain meds or anything, that'd be cool.

[ America gives a thumbs up with his non-broken hand before shutting off the video. ]

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I'm doing it soon! It just happened earlier today and I didn't have time to fix it up!

Hey, you don't have any splints or anything lying around, right? 'Cause I don't feel like making my own!

Ah-- ...No, I do not. However, the hospital should be helpful...

If all else fails, I'll ask Cube to gimme something.

Hey, so... how's the chip thing doing? You better now?

[ INTENTIONALLY LOOKING A LITTLE HURT THAT JAPAN WOULDN'T LET HIM HOLD HIS BABBY SELF. ]

...

Yes, I have returned to my normal age. [just sideglancing to avoid that look, America...]

[ you will never escape this look. he will riddle you with guilt. ]

That's good.

[ awkward pause. LETTING THE GUILT SINK IN. ]

[...CUT IT OUT GOD HE CAN'T... ugh]

Did America-san want to speak after he dealt with his arm?

Sure, yeah! I'll have it fixed up in a jiffy!

[ SUCCESS. ]

Contact me afterwards and we can determine a meeting spot.

[SIGH]

[ about a half hour later, he pops back on, waving a splinted (a bit shoddily) hand. ]

Done! You heading over or am I going downstairs?

[eying that hand critically]

I believe it would be better if I were to visit. I will be there shortly.

Okay! You're bringing food, right?

[SO DEMANDING...]

Ah... yes, I will bring something.

[ Japan and Tatsumi must always bring him food for each visit. It's the law. ]

Good! Make me something warm!

...Very well.

[HE WILL SHUT THE COMM OFF NOW. And slump into the kitchen all defeated yet determined. Cooking lalala.

THEN SHOWING UP AND KNOCKING.]

[ opening the door with his non hurt hand! the apartment is a wreck. the horse was running around in here at some point. that much is obvious. it probably even smells like horse in here too, which actually isn't a bad smell. ]

HEY JAPAN!

[He bows only a little since he's holding a pot of whatever.]

Greetings, America-san.

[ trying to take the pot from his hands, half out of courtesy and half out of GIMME FOOD. ]

Hey this smells good! You want a bowl or should I just take it all? Oh, I need a spoon! Go ahead and sit down!

[ The options are the new (read: ugly yet comfy) couch that has horse hair all over it and the broken couch on the floor with suspicious stains on it. ]

Ah... a small bowl will be fine.

[Um does he have to sit... He sort of stairs at horse-hair couch reluctantly.]

[ America won't be offended, but of course, he doesn't say this out loud. He just assumes Japan will understand and not use his Japanese sensibilities to ponder whether it would be rude or not to refuse America's offer. ]

Gotcha!

[ He disappears into the kitchen to grab said supplies. ]

[He will spend a great amount of time pondering this nervously and attempting to sense the mood through the smell of horse.]

[ America returns shortly from the kitchen, handing off a bowl to Japan.

He pauses in front of the broken couch, sets his bowl down on the floor next to it, and promptly flops down onto it. Like. face down. Meaning he has to roll over to eat properly.

With the bowl on his belly, he kinda looks like an otter. How cute. And completely irrelevant. ]

So, what's up? How's it feel to finally feel like a nation again? Well, as close as ya can get here.

[Seeing America like that, he takes it as perfectly okay to kneel on the floor with his bowl]

I admit it is refreshing. A bit strange after so long, as well... Ah, well. Time is quite strange here.

[ Totally acceptable. ]

Yeah, I know what ya mean. It's a real breather. Feels kinda... cramped with the chip in. Stuck in a human body but you've still got all your memories and thoughts, so it's not like you are human, you're just a country compressed.

[ he grins around the spoon in his mouth. ]

Plus it's awesome to have my strength again and not be all weak and dying and stuff!

Indeed...

[Japan, of course, eats much slower.]

I am surprised it ended so quickly. It is a bit startling to relive such a lifetime over the span of five days. Ah... it is not quite like that, either.

Good thing yours didn't last so long! I was like, a little kid for a week, right?

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