England
was
trying to cast a weather-changing spell to fix drought problems world wide...and accidentally turned himself into a woman. Damn.
Poland
thinks
that look totally suits him more!
England
is
not amused by that comment. T-The lack of...that feels weird...a-and...someone stole my spellbook, so I can't change back until I
find it...
might have found a weird book near by, but he doesn't see why he should tell anyone about it. It was like, just a book. No big deal. He_
Poland
is
staring at England for a bit though, trying to figure out who this person is without actually saying anything to him due to being shy.
notices Poland staring at him, slightly put off by the intensity of his gaze. "Oh, Feliks! E-Er...this might sound odd, but...it's me,
Arthur! You wouldn't happen to know where my spellbook is, would you..?"
nearly jumped when the girl said his name and kind of hid behind a nearby tree, peeking around it hesitantly. "Like...what are you talking_
about, Arthur is totally a guy."
Alfred
is
staring rather blankly at the new female.
"Yes, I know..." He-...er...she replies through gritted teeth, sighing softly. "I am Arthur...just...er...I accidentally turned
myself into a girl..." She returns America's stare with an infamous glare, one that isn'
isn't quiet as powerful now that she's switched genders. "What are you looking at, twat?"
finds this whole situation highly amusing~!
England
wishes
that people would actually bother to help her instead of just staring...
Alfred
is
asking Russia if he has a camera. It's time for FaceBook and YouTube.
England
will
be my than happy to castrate Alfred if he takes any videos or pictures, let alone post them.
*more,not my. Meh.
snorts. As if you can catch him.~
narrows her eyes, looking determined. Is that a challenge?
wouldn't call you panting for breath while he gets away a challenge. /whistles
glares at him silently before turning to go and look for her butcher knife.
Ivan
is
glad to announce that, indeed, he does have a camera hidden somewhere in his coat!
isn't stupid enough to threaten Russia, so she humbly pleads that he not humour America and keep the camera to himself...?
just wants one photo~ And he promises not to share it with America.
England
will
will oblige him the photo if he promises not to a.) use it for...perverted purposes or blackmail or b.) show it to anyone else.
pouts. That's not fair! Why would you brandish a knife at him and not Russia! So not fair!
also snorts. Who'd want to use your photo for perverted purposes, old man?
Because she knows that you'll hit her, regardless of the who, what, where, when or why-Russia, on the other hand...she can't be sure, and
therefore has to tread lightly. A-And noone, most likely...I-I'm just being careful...
Alfred
is
irritated. Why're you so scared of Russia! =3= And... seriously! Who'd want to see an old ma-... Oh... /evil grin France?~
England
is
not scared, per se...her cheeks flush a dark red, and she begins to awkwardly shift from foot to foot. "O-Of course not...F-France
wouldn't waste time on a picture of me..."
Alfred
is
still glaring. If not scared, then what! He demands to know! And doesn't quite get your reaction... but he'll assume France anyway.
Just...cautious!! There's a difference...if only to piss you off, she refuses to give you an answer, let alone an acceptable or truthful
one.
Why cautious? He's not scary. Huff. And it's okay, because whether or not you confirm it, he'll think France.
takes a sneaky snapshot without any of you realising! Yay for him~
would like a copy of said snapshot from Russia-san... for aesthetic purposes.
sees an extreme amount of downsides to being surrounded by men in her current state, storming off to go ask Hungary, Belgium, Monaco,(or
even someone less perverted, like Canada) for advice.
Ivan
wishes
you the best of luck in your womanly endeavours to return to normal~ And Japan, he is all the willing to share with you!
England
wants
to snatch the photograph from you, rip it to shreds and burn it, but...doesn't want to risk her own life in the process. Pouting furiously,
she settles for flipping him the bird (as elegantly as possible) before taking her leave. Honestly, men...she's glad that she doesn't
behave that way when she's her natural gender...
wouldn't be so sure about that last comment there...
England
is
...now slightly curious as to why that is...
Think about it...
I am thinking about it!! ...=___= Are you implying that I am as...unruly as the rest of you?
Not unruly, just not as gentleman-ly as you'd prefer...~
...and what the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm certainly more a gentleman that you...
Only because I do not delude myself into thinking I'm a gentleman, nor do I claim to be one.
Wha-how dare you!! I am not deluding myself!!
isn't sure about that either...
England
thinks
you can go back your country and freeze.
would have been doing that anyways, even without your concerns.
England
wonders
why you're still here, then-other than to make her headache worse.
isn't quite sure himself...hmm...
knows a perfect way to get rid of you, then. Would you like an authentic English scone?
, for one, does not think you're a gentleman at all. v.v
And... dude, get that away! /burns
pushes your arm with even less strengh then usual, shoving the scone in your face. She is too a gentleman...j-just not right now...
Alfred
is
now going to need some bleach for his face. But first, he tosses that scone out the window.
lets out a mortified cry, jumping out the window as well to save her precious scone.
cannot... believe that just... happened. URgh.
Ivan
is
horrified. Who on Earth would want to eat that thing, let alone save it?
fails to see that as well....
clutches the scone to her chest, demanding that America pay for the poor thing's burial. ...a-and help her to make another batch, because
ingredients are expensive nowadays...
...thinks you need to get yourself checked for any mental problems...
glares at him. Says the one with multiple-personality-syndrome...
Yes, but at least he admits to it. Unlike you, Mr.-oh, oops. You're a Miss, aren't you now? Miss In-Denial~
does not need to be reminded of her temporary gender change, it and it only serves to infuriate her further. Aside from that, I'm not in
denial-about anything!!
recalls an earlier conversation and wonders if Hungary has anything to say about that. Stare.
doesn't want anyone's opinion on the matter-she'd rather drop the bloody topic and move on to something more...important!
Alfred
wonders
why, if you're not in denial, you're so quick to change the topic. More staring.
refuses to satisfy your curiosity. Just...dammit, talk about burgers or comics or something!! Do you only ignore the atmosphere when
it's convienient for you to do so??
Alfred
will
not admit that yes, he does. Sometimes. Sometimes he just can't help it. But he's fine with you not knowing that. And... he still wants to
know. Wonders where he got this curiosity from, eh, Dad? =3
=3=*
frowns, crossing her arms over her chest. Don't use that cocky tone with me, boy...I'm not your father, anyway. Nor your brother, for that
matter...your words, remember?
finds it highly amusing how England's so riled up about this~ Blackmail material for later on in life...
pauses. True. Blinks. Then what are you?
England
has
to remind herself that the only reason Russia finds it 'amusing' is because he's sadistic...would anyone else like to benefeit from her
unhappiness?
... pretty much that. Though I find the fact you're a female funny.~
jabs him in the chest dissaprovingly.. How the hell is it supposed to be funny?
Ivan
thinks
that England should be America's sister, right? And yes, he is sadistic~
England
is
not his mother or his sister...in fact, she is under the impression that her and America are barely friends. ...well, could you try and
snorts. Why do you think it isn't?
be a bit less sadistic for the next hour or so..?
doesn't quite think that's possible. Sorry.
doesn't even want to try that. It'd be weird for him if he didn't enjoy people cowering before him~!
,in that case, will be more than happy to leave. ...the problem is that she isn't even aware of where she is currently...
Alfred
is
actually still stuck on trying to picture England as his sister...
smacks him lightly, wondering how he always manages to get so easily distracted. Why would you need to picture something like that?
grins. It's entertaining.
England
wonders
in what sense it could possibly be entertaining.
Because it's completely demeaning to you?
England
is
suprised to find that Russia's suggestion actually makes sense. ...tch, most likely.
Ivan
is
offended that you think his usual suggestions don't make sense. Very, very offended.
points out that you don't make suggestions very often-if you did, she'd be more willing to listen.
doubts that, since you're too busy arguing with mine. =3=
can't help but aruge with your ideas-they're so bloody senseless!!
A huge, genetically engineered superhuman is not senseless!
It's the epitome of stupid, dumb and senseless.
agrees with Russia. A hero will not save the world-people and intellegent ideas will.
Alfred
has
saved the world plenty so your argument is null and void. =3=
disagrees-can you provide any examples of when you saved the wordl?
*world
Uh, when I helped your butt in the wars and prevented the world from being taken over by Germany? Yeah? Maybe? =3=
pauses, thinking about it. Both Alfred and Francis had been of great help to him after the London bombings, but...America hadn't actually
bothered to join the war until it became a personal matter. I...suppose you can get half credit for that one.
What do you mean half?! What, what! Does not appreciate this!
would like to once again point out that America's usually the one that starts the wars that he gets himself into, and fights through them
through sheer force of will. And bombs. Lots of those.
Yes, half. You don't deserve whole credit, because...you're still a bastard. Hmph. ...and again, England finds himself agreeing with
Russia. Is sensible Ivan going to become a constant...?
I did not start those wars!
And what's wrong with being forceful? Glare. =3=
No...but you ended them in the worst way possible.
Being forceful is fine...but not when there's a peaceful way to do things!! e__e
doesn't think being sensible is a hard thing to do, so maybe it'll stay for a while. And he agrees with England - peace for all~
Nihon
thinks
now is probably not the best time to say anything... not that he was going to voice any opinion on this in the first place.
sees Japan and waves him over. "Hey, hey, Japan, there's nothing wrong with being forceful, right? Right?!" And he also doesn't think the
idiot should be saying anything about being forceful. =3=
"A-Ahh.." He isn't quite sure what America means by forceful but... "If no real harms comes of it, I suppose it's fine."
does not think he is being forceful at all. He also thinks Japan needs to grow a backbone and slap America for being so over-bearing.
would sure as hell beg to differ. And he's not overbearing! He just likes expressing his opinion on others. =3=
In a very forceful way, yes, everyone knows.
Nihon
thinks
he should say anything now either. Perhaps it'll be good to have more photos -snaps- England-san does really cute in a dress, after all.
(oops, *shouldn't say, argh typoes)
agrees with the notion of the earlier "entertainment". Though disagrees with that cute part.~
England
gives
Japan a kicked-puppy look. Now Kiku was taking pictures of her, too...? Why was everyone so intent of gathering blackmail of some
form? ...not that she was exactly one to talk, she'd been photographing America since World War 1...but that was absolutely irrelevant to
the current situation!!
would kill you right now if you had said that out loud, but thankfully, you didn't. Beside, he thinks being thrown out a window is
enough punishment. And really, it's not his fault you put yourself into these situations. =3=
Nihon
is
sorry that make England-san feel uncomfortable, but he does think she has that cute factor. Perhaps she could even try to star in a girls'
music band? It would be quite a hit back in his home.
England
is
vaguely tempted by the idea-she hasn't played a guitar since her punk days, and it'd be interesting to be up on stage again. Although, her
female body isn't all that attractive...even less so than her male one.
Ivan
is
not going to start contemplating England's newly-found curves.
senses her fear, pats her back encouragingly. "Don't worry, we can help you with the dresses and do wonders to your hair that the audience
can't help but adore you. "
England
gives
him a small smile,shaking her head. "Er...no thank you, I'd rather not have to hide behind all of those things. I'll just...change myself
back. ...as soon as I can find that damn book..."
(Pfft, you know you love those curves Russia~ /le wink)
... does not... really care if Russia does. Or not. =3= And he fails to see what curves he's talking about..
Nihon
is
dejected that England doesn't like his idea. She couldn've have been the next Ayumi Hamasaki for all she knew.
apoligizes, but she isn't all that interested in being a pop star. Now, hadn't Poland found and taken the book...? No...hm...
((My secret is out! /le gasp))
does a re-evaluation of England, and points for America to see. "Right there."
((Bwahaha. >-D You cannot hide your secrets from me~))
pouts and doesn't look. "Fine. Whatever."
blinks, looking over at America and Russia. "What are you two going on about...? I haven't got any curves.."
replies flatly. "See, even he - she - it admits it. =3="
blinks. "But it's right *there". He-she wouldn't be much of a woman without them..."
cannot believe you're still looking. And he doesn't care. Whatever! He's going to go home now and get some brain bleach.
lets out a frustrated sigh, shaking her head. Even know, she still does terribly around people...they rarely like or get along with her
and vice-versa. There are very few exceptions to this rule. "Perhaps you ought to get your eyes checked, Ivan.."
frowns. "But they really are right there..." But he nonetheless shrugs. "Perhaps you should ask my sister for womanly advice."
"Your sister...?" She blinks, two images coming to mind-one a large-chested, kind woman, the other...of a rather petite, incestuous
psycopath. "Right...which one?"
shrugs again. "Either one. Though, for the sake of your sanity, I'd go with the my older sister. She won't try to kill you, at least~"
"I...see. I'll be sure to do that, then..." She smiles weakly, honestly wanting nothing more than to have her old gender back./
nods. "If you want to." He looks around. "Where'd America go?"
Alfred
is
currently sulking by the tree outside, mumbling about "stupid curves".
spots her spellbook a few feet away, going to retrieve it. Finally, she can change herself back...
goes over to said tree and starts poking America on the cheeks.
sulks and looks away.
continues to poke~ Heh, it's fun.
"Stop it." Bats your hand away, trying to think happy burger thoughts.
casts the spell, a blue light surrounding her as she reverses her gender. Oh, that's a relief...
gets distracted from cheek-poking when he sees a blue light. Sparkly~ He turns to look, and sees...England.
blinks and wonders why he stopped - oh. Real nice. Wonders if he's gonna look at England's curves now, too. Huffs and tries to escape
away back to his house as silently as possible.
closes the spellbook, going over to Russia when he sees America retreating. "What were you two arguing about this time...?"
"I was just poking him." He grabs America's collar and roughly pulls him back.
does not appreciate. "What the heck! Leave me alone!" Pulls hand away and begins running off now. Stupid.
stares for a moment before running after America, calling his name. Honestly, he's at the last straw with all of this bickering and
dodging around things, and he's going to put a stop to it today.
Ivan
wonders
what you're going to do.
stops since at least it's England. "Yeah, what, Artie?"
grabs his arm, panting slighly from exertion. Damn, he's just too old for this..."A-Alfred...y-you...are going to c-come back...a-and you,
I-Ivan and I...a-are going to have a talk..."
"Eh?" Looks at your hand. He could pull away easily... "Talk about what?"
"Everything." Arthur replies, tugging on the other's sleeve. "Just...Alfred, this has to stop. Please."
Alfred
is
confused. "what has to stop? Huh? If you're talking about your cooking, definitely!"
"...not my cooking..." He replies, biting his lip and looking down. "I-I mean....that, too, I suppose, but...I mean this...all of the
arguing, insults thrown about...a-and..."
blinks. "But that's normal, isn't it? o.o"
does not want to talk, but will settle for listening.
Normal...? God, he really did do a terrible job of raising the boy if he considers arguing to be the norm..."N-No, it isn't..."
's tone is flat. "Are you asking me to get along with him... and you?"
lets go of Alfred's arm so that he won't feel how much he's trembling, nodding hesistantly. "Y-Yes...I am..."
Alfred
asks
simply. "Why...?"
"Because...I want to get along with you both..."
blinks. "Eh...? What the heck is with this sudden request?" Laughs. "Are you drunk or something?~"
wouldn't mind getting along with England~
stares at the ground,tears threatening to leak from the corners of his eyes. "No, I'm not drunk...I just want to...be able to talk without
the conversation turning into a full-blown argument..."
".... What...? Where is this coming from? =3=" What's with the emo England today.
Ivan
thinks
America should just shut up and be emphathetic for once.
glares at. Shut up. He doesn't need you telling him anything. And it'd be weird, besides, if they'll stopped arguing.
clenches and unclenches his fists a few times, trying to say something without a sob bursting free from his chest. He doesn't want this,
dammit, he can't stand it..."I-It's been...hic bothering me...f-for a while...actually..."
's eyes widen. His face distorts into one of... pity and pain. "E-England...? Why are you...- why now?"
hurriedly wipes away the tear that manages to sneak out of his eye,feeling his knees go weak. "W-What do you mean...? Would...you r-rather I
not say anything...?"
agrees that it would be strange to not want to strangle America every time he sees him...
frowns. "I mean... Yeah... I guess... but why now? I mean... why when he's here?" =3= Points to third wheel.
pauses, furiously wiping his eyes before glancing up at America. "W-Well...what better time than now...? You're always busy...when esle
would we be able to talk about it...?"
blinks... "So you thought the most appropriate time was right after you looked like a girl? o_o"
realizes that Alfred, for once, has a point-the situation was still somewhat awkward and the air was still tense, but that was most likely
what motivated him to speak his mind. "...w-well...yes...it's a bad time, then..?"
sighs and crosses his arms, looking away. "Yeah, kinda. But if ya' want, just go ahead and talk...? I'ma listen... I guess. =3="
"O-Oh, right...thank you, I suppose.." And when he'd thought that he wouldn't be able to find the words, there were suddently too many-
they began to spill out of him, the tears soon following. "I-I just don't think you would understand, Alfred...i-it's just so damn
maddening sometimes, how often we fight...it's always over something pointless or hurtful and I always end up feeling guilty and
ridiculous afterwards...I-I hate how I'm always insulting you, and it destroys my already-weak ego to constantly be insulted by you..I-I
hate how you seem to be charming and heroic and pleasant and whatnot towards almost everyone else, but I seem to be one of the
exceptions. A-And...and..." He stops for a moment to take a deep breath, shoulders shaking violently.
(...so much text. Wai?)
decides, for once, to be quiet and let you continue. "... And?"
((Because it's sexy. 8D))
"A-And I think that I-" He stops, flinching and shaking his head. "N-No, that's all..." He finally looks up, searching Alfred's gaze for
some sort of approval (or, more likely, rejection.) . Did he say too much...? Is the other man just going to walk away without another word?
((...text is sexy? Owo))
doesn't... really know what to... say right now. Give him a few moments, and while you wait, he sort of wants to hear you finish
that trail of thought as he mulls things over.
((It ish. =~= /solemn nod))
Ivan
is
going to pretend that he isn't hearing anything, idly walking around the place and playing his scarf-oh hey~ There's a flower!
begins to chew on his lower lip again, wincing when it starts to bleed-Alfred's silence unnerves him, at the very least, and he isn't quite
sure what to think. "A-America...?"
Alfred
is
still quite speechless. "Ah... Artie, what do you want me to say...?"
"I...I don't know..." He replies, absently wringing his hands together. "I-I suppose...at least tell me your opinion about all of this...?"
Alfred
is
really more taken aback than anything else. One moment he's sulking and running away, and the next there's... this... what, confession? He
doesn't quite get it, where the heck this all came from, but he can't deny that he's wondered about it himself. "W-well..." Might as well.
"I don't get what you're so sad about." He frowns a little. "What's wrong with us arguing about little things? At least it's not about
watches him expectantly, if possibly looking even more nervous than before. Worst case scenario is that Alfred walks away without saying
bigger things, right? I mean... it's like what you always call them..." Pauses. ""Squabbles"? Yeah... It's always been like that." His
anything...second-worst is that he laugh if off and call it a 'silly idea'. Best case scenario...well, he doesn't want to be that hopeful.
face softens. "I dunno... I can't really remember why this happens... just know it does. You... really shouldn't let my... words bother
you too much, yeah?" He sighs again. "I mean, why would they?"
glances back down at the ground, the tears on his face having dried by this point. "I-I know I shouldn't, and...y-you always act like you
don't mean them later on, but..." He clenches his fists again, if only to keep from trembling too obviously. "I-I just want it to stop...I-I
want to...get along with you..."
"Eh?" He doesn't... really understand what the problem is; fighting is just what makes their relationship, isn't it? Like he's said,
he doesn't understand why... they just do. "Well, if you know that I don't mean them, then why does it still bother you?" He frowns,
pursing his lips. "And we do get along, Artie! Just not... in the way you wanted...? Without fights, I mean. This is just... us... ya' know?
shakes his head-he understands that it's been that way for years, that their entire relationship has been built on squabbles, arguments
and disagreements-however, he doesn't want it that way, has never wanted it that way-perhaps that was why he'd fought so hard to keep
Alfred as a colony, took his insults to heart..."I...I see...but...does it have to be that way...?"
hesitates a bit. He is already friends with him, it's just that the relationship is rather... complicated. And he feels like it would be
the end of the world, or something, if he tried to change it. "Well... sort of... I mean." He pauses. "You're just so... serious all the
time, ya' know? I mean, you're a little bit of a downer and... I don't really... like that, so I pick on you. But... it's just weird!
It's like putting the sun and moon together; they'll... explode."
finds himself a tad bit confused by the metaphor, but nods nonetheless. He isn't quite sure what he wants about their relationship to
change-certainly,though, he's well aware at this point that one of the main issues is his behavior-he's bitter about past events,
difficult to carry even a casual conversation...altogether, not a very decent person to be around. It's just so...frustrating at times,
and he hates himself for it. "I...I suppose I understand...what should I do, then...?"
really can't quite understand where this is coming from... but he supposes it's a long thing coming. He's always had a soft spot for England
after all, having raised him, but that seems to have all gone down the drain during the Revolution. Strangely enough, he doesn't feel bad
about it, because he needed to be free. But... is that where it started? He wasn't even sure if it could fixed. "I... I don't know,
England. You can't just suddenly and completely change something... That's asking for the impossible."
"I-Idiot...I know that..." He lies, now unable to look America in the face. At this rate, he might just consider crawling into a cozy little
hole and spending the rest of his life there. In truth, though, he's not sure if, after all of this time, he'd be able to handle being
isolated again...what was worse, being in constant conflict or being alone? "T-That is...I know I can't just snap my fingers and make peace,
b-but...I'd like to be able to...work towards it..."
"Is there something else wrong?" He frowns a little; his observation skills now up to par with the situation, especially since he was
getting a little more used to it now. "Why would you suddenly ask for this... Is there something only I can do?" He wouldn't mind trying, of
course, even if it for England - because he would not mind saving the day. He doesn't get why the other's so suddenly keen on "peace", but
he knows personally... that's probably not really going to happen. "And I don't know why you're complaining about peace. We bicker, but at
least we're not pointing guns at each other, yeah?"
smiles almost bitterly, shaking his head. "What sort of question is that? Very few things aren't wrong nowadays..." He does wonder, though
..every nation goes through the point where they're on top, where the world is at their command-at the moment, that position belongs to
America. However, so many of the nations have alive for hundreds, thousands of years...could it be that, eventually, they'll all fade away,
leaving Alfred and a few others to complete the cycle on their own...? It's an unpleasant thought, and one that's kept him awake for many
frigid, lonely nights. "No...no, I suppose we aren't pointing guns at one another..." Not anymore, he adds in his mind, feeling his knees
go weak at the thought. "Something...only you can do...? I-I...I don't know, Alfred...what do you mean..?"
doesn't really think that there's too many things wrong... aren't those just how things are supposed to be? It's just the norm now, he t
Alfred
thinks
, and there's really no sense in changing it. He'll step in, of course, if something potentially life-threatening or world-changing occurs
but other than that, it's completely fine... "See, I..." He sighs, scratching his head. "I don't really get it, or what you want me to do.
Trying to be friends? Yeah, kinda, aren't we already? Is there something more you want, aside from this "peace"?
finds himself looking to the ground for guidance again-he isn't quite sure what he wants, or rather, his heart refuses to tell him. At the
very least, he knows what he doesn't want, and that is constant arguing and conflict. "W-Well, I...in that case, I suppose...I-I want you
to do...whatever you think will make you happiest..." When he looks back, he sees that what had started the entire thing was when he had
simply been too afraid to let Alfred go, and because of that, he had lost him. It was wrong of him to do so, even if he'd never admit it,
and even if he's reached the point where it's impossible to fix his mistake...he'll be damned if he doesn't at least ry.
*try
Ivan
has
the feeling that this whole conversation is getting a little too private, and as much as he likes to know the issues of other countries,
he can do without this titbit of gossip… Maybe he’ll head home and drink some vodka…
, for one, personally thinks the idiot should go home. Ah... Well, back to the matter at hand. Happiness? What his heart really wants?
That was quite a lot of heavy stuff to suddenly think about, and that gave in to even more confusion. He has no real issues with
attachment to England otherwise, but he is still somewhat protective of the male and wants to know... just why he suddenly brought this up.
"Then..." He pauses, softening a little. "What do you think would make me happiest, that would also make you happy, Arthur?"
finds himself taken aback by and generally unprepared for the question-what he wants? Since when has Alfred cared about the opinions or
England
needs
of other's, Arthur's in particular? Indeed, the world must be ending...or, with his luck, rotating backwards. He's fought with America for
so long that he wonders if they can reach a conclusion that will make them both happy..."I-I don't...I don't know...I suppose that...as
long as you're happy, I'll be able to bear...whatever it is..."
sighs and decides that he has to be just a little more forceful. His expression into a slight scowl, his tone filled with a little more
force than before, he turns to the other with slightly narrowed eyes. It's not that he's selfish, but he would rather do things his way.
However, there are still times when he needs opinions, and so he does not appreciate the question shoved back at him.
"That's different." He says simply. "I'm asking what you want that makes you happy; who knows, it may be the same thing
I want, but you have to tell me what you think first." He pauses. "So let me ask again, what is it that you want that will make you happy?
knows that look-that determined, 'don't-you-dare-fuck-with-me-'cause-we're-doing-this-my-way-" expression that he's only seen on America a
few times-the Revolution, Pearl Harbor, and a few occasions during the World Wars...everytime, it makes him wilt and shake, finally
understanding the true force of America as a superpower and not his dear, little colony who he raised from the ground up. Nonetheless, he's
unsure as to how to answer Alfred's question. What does he want? Can he really spell it out, or does he even know? He wants things to be
less complicated, he's tired of being alone, he doesn't want to see the backs of the only people he's ever cared about every time he
closes his eyes, watching them walk away and unable to do anything about it. But even if he managed to tell Alfred that, as strong as he is
America is not a god nor a wish-granter-what could he do? "It's...difficult to say..." He replies weakly, biting his lip. "B-Besides, it
wouldn't really make a difference if I told you..."
Alfred
is
not amused in the least, not by both the fact that his questions are being continuously evaded, or the fact that England is the one evading
them, a person whom he would have never thought would be the evasive type. Direct, blunt and... a jerk sometimes, yes, but never evasive,
and it's irking him. He's now waiting for an answer, an answer that again, does not satisfy him in the least. He coughs a little angrily now
as his patience runs a little thing by the words. "Just tell me! You're talking to me, me, who's always trying to make a difference in
the world! Then you come here, parading that it wouldn't make a difference? Thanks for the confidence boost, England, but I don't really
appreciate it. Now it's either you answer my question now, or I'm leaving."
flinches as though he's been slapped-the words sting a little, but only because they're true. He was the one who started this entire little
...ordeal, and it's cowardly and ridiculous to not go all the way through with it. He could run away now, if he wanted to, but he sure
hell would regret it-aside from that, it would only worsen the current situation. Damn courage for abandoning him when he needs it most."I
-I want-" He has to stop himself from clamping a hand over his mouth, fear welling up in his throat and making it almost impossible to
breathe, let alone speak. "I-I don't...I-I hate having to be a-alone..." Arthur nearly chokes on the word, caught between crying and
laughing at the silly, unbelievable mixture of emotions in his heart. "I-I hate fighting and arguing and disagreeing b-because...a-at the
end of the day, I've pushed everyone away...t-there's noone to talk sense into me o-or comfort me or...anything, it's just me, all alone
in that damn house..." The one that's been standing for as long as he can remember, rebuillt countless times-he'd lived in there with his
brothers, spent time there with all of his colonies, Francis, Kiku...it's filled with memories, both good and bad, and when the sun sets
there's nothing to keep those memories from drowning him, smothering him and pulling him away from sanity.
waits and waits and waits, hoping for a sufficient enough answer because true to his words, he would have definitely left if not satisfied.
He feels pity, his heart softening, but his mind demands answers which prevents him from fully understanding the emotion of pity... but his
mind is soon enough satiated. Alone...? The words are like deja vu, and he winces. Was it not only until very recently that he had been as
well? He knew it too well. "But... I don't... You're not alone. I'm here... right? We're fighting but, I'm still here, aren't I? I don't
understand... what it is you need me to do when I'm already here. I already am company... we're friends. Is there something more than that
that you need...?" Because bless his little heart, he's still dense.
shakes his head furiously, body still trembling all over-he's said enough already, and even that is too much. He knows that Alfred will
only be satisfied with an honest, no-strings-attatched-or-hidden answer-but Arthur is weak, and he's not sure that he can give him
that. "Y-Yes, I know, you are, but it..." He very nearly finishes 'isn't enough', but he can't imagine what that would do to the poor
boy's ego. He doesn't want to break Alfred's heart like that...or at all for that matter, so wouldn't it just be better if kept his wants
and his needs to himself, as he has always done? Of course it would..."D-Don't be ridiculous...I've just been..thinking too much lately,a-
and you're right...of course I've got everything I need..." He manages a weak smile, though the effort of it makes tears threaten to fall
from his eyes again.
Alfred
is
stuck between two places: sorrow and anger, and there is a very fine line between both. He waits eagerly for an answer, eager to satisfy and
get at least one thing off his chest. There has to be something he's done wrong if England's like this, and he'll do everything he can to
fix it because, after all, isn't that what heroes do? But this sorrow is pitched hard into anger, and the tears on the other's face almost
make no difference to him anymore, except for the softening of his expression. "Fine, then, England. I may not be the smartest fruit in the
basket, but I know when I'm being lied to, or when someone I've known is lying." He slowly starts to turn away, shaking his head. "I just
want to make everyone happy, but you're preventing me from doing that. Whatever." So much for this talking session. "If you decide to
actually man up and tell me what the hell you really want - I'm not heartless, Arthur - then I'll be waiting. 'Till then, I don't really
want to talk to someone who keeps themselves from achieving happiness for the sake of just making everyone else happy." Because lord knows
he's done that for too long.
England
feels
his heart sink when America begins to retreat, the sight being something all-too-familiar.Nonetheless, it wasn't a thing that he wanted to
see, let alone think of. He wants to see America laughing, smiling at him and blabbering on about the weather, the new superhero movie he
wanted to drag England to see...all of the little things that he constantly flushed about and labled as superficial, things that made up the
past century or so of their relationship-for a while, that had been enough to keep his loneliness at bay,and he'd been able to, likewise,
keep quiet about it. Now, though...even if he couldn't say what he wanted, he knew that he didn't want America to leave him. *I've already
*I've already lost him once before, don't make me go through this again...* "A-Alfred..." He calls weakly, wanting to chase after the other
man, but his legs suddenly seem to have no energy in them. "W-Wait...don't..."
Alfred
hates
seeing someone close to him hurt; actually, he hates someone he even knows hurt. It wouldn't even be too far-fetched to say that even his
enemies should be spared high-class torture and the like when he's around, because personally, a hero should never be like that. He should
treat everyone fairly. But when it's close to home, to his heart, then it affects him the most, and he doesn't think he can quite handle
someone literally killing themselves on the inside for someone else. He hates it. But when he hears that pleading voice, he can only stop
for a moment, because out of courtesy, he'll do it. But when he speak, his voice is flat, because he'll soon leave if this isn't
sufficient. The other better know that it's his last chance. "What."
"I-I'm sorry..." He chokes out, feeling like a dog who's run away and come home, only to return and find that his family is in the process
of moving away. Arthur bites his lip, torn between practically spilling his words, his thoughts and emotions, his pleas onto the cold,
hard ground and losing America forever. The choice has already been made for him, of course-every fiber in his being is against the latter
option, and he couldn't make that decision even if he wanted to. Heart pounding and shoulders shaking so hard that England is suprised he
hasn't fallen apart yet. However, until he can find the exact words to express himself...which, he supposes, will take time-between the
two of them, words have only caused conflict. "C...Come home with me tonight, Alfred." He manages, looking suprised immediantly after, as
though the words came out of their own accord.
definitely did not expect those words. Or... even anything close to that, for that matter. He had expected more of an explanation, but
definitely not an invitation to his house. What, was he planning on playing some video games to ease the tension or something...? There
Alfred
was
something about that he just didn't quite get, and so because of this, it led him to, well, pursue the matter. Confused, he turns to the
other rather reluctantly, but otherwise nods and agrees. "... Sure... I guess. You promise you'll tell me everything then?" Because if not
he was not going to waste his time.
nods, taking a moment to wipe the sweat and tears from his face. If anything, it'd be nice if his body just cooperated with him for once,
rather than letting his emotions get to him...for now, though, he had at least bought some time. He had an entire evening, at least, to try
and understand/explain himself...that ought to be enough, but nonetheless he feels his stomach twist in knots at the idea. "Y-Yes, of
course-I promise. A-And if I don't, you won't ever have to speak to me again..."
(Shall we continue this in a new thread, or...?~)
(Hm...yes, I think we ought to~...this one's getting a tad bit full~)
(Have you seen my thread with Russia? I hardly call this full. >o> But regardless, I shall start it now!)
(No, I haven't...Owo /goes to stalk Haha, alright then~)
(Don't stalk. =3= And it's 1,200+ posts. No seriously, don't stalk. Dx_
(...why not? :3 /stalks you instead ...FHUWIDWDW-t-that's alot of posts...)
(Told you. And no, really, don't I have a reason. Trust me for now...? >.>; )
don't then a PERIOD comes after that word.
(/reads last twenty posts Owo Ohh, I see...well, that's not too bad~... :3 I promise not to stalk it, though~..why didn't you want me to see
it? Oh, and a period comes after what word, now..?)