[he holds a piece of paper with scribbled notes]

[waits impatiently while mumbling "Pwease say yes"]

[walks in......... and looks]

[twitch]

No.

He already got one of you, he's not getting you, too.

[scoops America up, grumbling about France and Julchen trying to take America away]

wh~y?

Because! He's a bad man!

he will get meeee~

baaad ma~an?

{snuggles up to England anyway}

[ugh... he rolls his eyes. America doesn't need to know about what that arse said]

Let's go get some dinner. it's late.

And no more playing on the computer for you.

din-neer

[GRUMBLES]

White hair man says its fu~un

we have sweee~eeets?

Yes. You can have some IF you promise to stop talking to France!

he talk to me here in plu~urk

he invite us to di...di... have sweets

[glares off into the distance. he's picturing France bribing America into his car with candy]

we go have swe~eets?

No! You don't get any. Not while you're talking to that guy!

he says he wa~ants to plaaay and feed me~

Look, just... be quiet, okay! He really hurt me... that guy...

[d-dammit he's tearing up...]

He only cares about himself...

[holds America tightly]

hurt where?

where pain? I kiss it?

[america panics and wipes England's tears with his small fingers} don't cr~yyyyyyy

[BAAAW Y U SO CUTE AMERICA. he sets you on the ground]

Just. Stay away from him. Alright?

alri~ight

[obviously he knows America won't, and he knows he can't keep him away. England dries at his eyes with his arm]

[america looks around England's if there is a wound}

[america looks at him sadly thinking he made England cry]

H-hey! Why are you....

[crouches down, panicking. no don't cry]

I~I...alfred make engwand...[chokes up in tears]

[aaaaugh more panicking]

N-no! It wasn't... You didn't!

...

alfred making engwand sad...

...No. You don't make me sad, poppet...

((ooc: stupid plurk and "is"))

I'm sorry for upsetting you.

sniffs

pwamise...I won't make engwand cr~yyy

[rubs America's head buuuu]

{smiles a bit with the rubbing}

Shhh. It's okay. Let's have supper, yeah?

supppeee~eeer

Good.

white hair man join alfred?

Of course. He lives here.

[a small smile... because he feels like they are a family]

lets call him~

he was playing when I left hiiiiiiiii~iiiim~

Right, right.

[reaches for England's hand]

[a-ah! BLUSH... but he takes America's hand]

[he just smiles up to him and tries his hardest to hold more than two fingers]