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[America's pretty good at not doing accidental posts, so the utter darkness and silence of the video may be surprising. The screen is completely black; in fact, the only indication of video is the sound of high-pitched whimpering, hiccuped sobs, and... a gurgling stomach. Yes, the camera is pressed up against someone's stomach.
The sobs and whimpers stop, though, when a door opens. Pressed up against the body (presumably America's, since this is his communicator), you can hear the quick, terrified breaths.]
America-san? I've brought you some water. Are you feeling any better?
[Oh, Japan. He takes some steps closer to the bed. America(?) holds his breath.]
America-san--?
[Covers are pulled back and Japan can be heard stumbling a few steps. He's kinda choking on words at the moment. The communicator is dropped onto the bed, forgotten. The lighting of the room is dim and the camera is now smeared with blood, but it's plain to see the little form backing up towards the headboard: it's a small child with a suspiciously familiar cowlick, dressed only in loose boxers and staring in obvious terror off screen at Japan. There is a word carved onto the child's chest:
C R O A T O A N
He's shaking violently and smeared with blood. Poor kid. And Japan isn't making things better.]
A... America-san?!
[The boy's reaction? Scream. Scream and throw himself off the bed. Shuffling is heard as he scurries under it, and he's started sobbing again. This time with words.]
I'M SOWWY I'M SOWWY!
[Annddd back to bawling. Japan clearly has no proper reaction to this situation, so hear him just kinda freaking out in the background. SCREEN IS STILL BLOODY, BY THE WAY. Eventually you can hear him drop to the floor to look under the bed.
Transmission ends with horrible child wailing and Japan falling backwards away from the screaming demonchild under the bed.]
[ooc: Commentlog with Japan, though if you want to join, just jump in and you'll be spammed by Japan, America, and anyone else in the room. Japan will be spamming most comments, though America will probably join in once he calms down some. HOORAY COLONIALISM.]
The sobs and whimpers stop, though, when a door opens. Pressed up against the body (presumably America's, since this is his communicator), you can hear the quick, terrified breaths.]
America-san? I've brought you some water. Are you feeling any better?
[Oh, Japan. He takes some steps closer to the bed. America(?) holds his breath.]
America-san--?
[Covers are pulled back and Japan can be heard stumbling a few steps. He's kinda choking on words at the moment. The communicator is dropped onto the bed, forgotten. The lighting of the room is dim and the camera is now smeared with blood, but it's plain to see the little form backing up towards the headboard: it's a small child with a suspiciously familiar cowlick, dressed only in loose boxers and staring in obvious terror off screen at Japan. There is a word carved onto the child's chest:
He's shaking violently and smeared with blood. Poor kid. And Japan isn't making things better.]
A... America-san?!
[The boy's reaction? Scream. Scream and throw himself off the bed. Shuffling is heard as he scurries under it, and he's started sobbing again. This time with words.]
I'M SOWWY I'M SOWWY!
[Annddd back to bawling. Japan clearly has no proper reaction to this situation, so hear him just kinda freaking out in the background. SCREEN IS STILL BLOODY, BY THE WAY. Eventually you can hear him drop to the floor to look under the bed.
Transmission ends with horrible child wailing and Japan falling backwards away from the screaming demonchild under the bed.]
[ooc: Commentlog with Japan, though if you want to join, just jump in and you'll be spammed by Japan, America, and anyone else in the room. Japan will be spamming most comments, though America will probably join in once he calms down some. HOORAY COLONIALISM.]
