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[unionjackass]

[A pair of shrewd green eyes shows up blinking on the screen. The camera pulls back; England is lowering the device examining it--and apparently isn't aware it's recording yet because he's caught mid-sentence:]--the damn thing anyway. "Use this"... Can't even cast a spell, no need to be cheeky.

Of all the ways to pull a prank, this one's got to be the most moronic. [He knits his brows in concern as his footsteps crunch over the ground. He's searching, looking for anything familiar. A prank was one thing, having his magic become null was another. But, strangest of all was the empty sensation at the back of his mind.

England chews the side of his mouth in thought.] That's odd... [He stops abruptly, head snapping up. He fixates on a building, the camera angle low, peering up so it leaves his head and shoulders in clear view. A prank was his first thought and he'll hold onto that until he knows better, but... God, he'd prefer this landscape over the emptiness that's crawling over his mind and he'll be damned if he stands there and simply accepts it for what it is.

He shakes his head.] H-hah, nothing--nothing to worry about I'm sure, I--

[And then he notices the communicator's screen properly and he leans in.]

Is-- Was this thing recording?! How long-- Agh! There's nothing to see here--! If anybody can see or hear this broadcast, and I feel such a fool for thinking anything of it, I demand an explanation for this nonsense at once!

[And with that, he shuts off the device.]

Comments

[starspangledhero]

It's 1969! Well. For me. And that's all that matters.

[unionjackass]

... No it's not. It's 2012.

[starspangledhero]

No. It ain't! And I know what you're thinking--it's not the weed talking.

This place is like... it's unstuck in time. Takes in people from all different worlds and time streams and stuff.

[unionjackass]

[NARROWING HIS EYES.] You're out of your mind. [Which is to say he also can't admit that he's already been told about the timey-wimey shenanigans and most importantly, he can't admit he believes America to any degree.]

But clearly I've no choice but to go along with this nonsense until it's proven true or otherwise.

[...]

Wouldn't happen to have anything to drink too would you?

[starspangledhero]

Denying it is on only gonna hurt you. No skin off my nose, man.

[ So smug. YOU'LL BELIEVE HIM IN TIME JUST WATCH. America imagines the look on England's face when he has to concede that America is right and it is beautiful. ]

What, you mean like booze? Sorry! Can't have any!

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[unionjackass]

[NEVER.]

... [Oh it's on.]

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[unionjackass]

[... No it isn't. He doesn't care enough for "it" to be "on", whatever either of those things are.]

Right, something must've come over me to have me forget what a selfish prat you are.

[starspangledhero]

Hey. Hey. I'd share with like... people! But you're mean, and you're even worse when you're drunk, so you don't get any.

[unionjackass]

I refuse to nurse your supposedly wounded ego.

Oh look it's England, he's so mean. Let's never bother to be polite to him like the entitled little bastards we are.

Thought it might be a chance to take a look at your hand--or lack thereof--but if you'd rather I not then, as you put it, it's no skin off my nose.

[starspangledhero]

I don't want you to nurse anything. Just saying, you're mean sober, you're meaner drunk, and why would I wanna put up with that. You know, I was gonna offer you some grass--you could really use it--but now I think I'll just have it all to myself!

No admiring my chainsaw hand for you. And believe you me, it is truly a glory to behold.

[unionjackass]

Bet you've had a wonderful time in the loo with that.

[Right below the belt. Literally.]

I'm far too busy acclimating to this shithole--and if you're too stingy to lend me a bottle there's no possible way you'd waste anything else on me. S'far easier to produce with a still, so no, you've no high ground here at all.

[No, no he's not worried. You're an idiot and he wants tea even more. Rum would be nice, but tea first--then rum, then bed. In that order.]

[starspangledhero]

Oh, I have.

[ Bet you weren't expecting that response. What does that even mean, you ask? Who the fuck knows. ]

Like I said, I'd be fine sharing weed if you just asked nicely! And I could totally help you get the down-low on this place--again.

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[unionjackass]

[Yes and no. After this long he's expecting the strangest things from America. And yet, considering the circumstances...

He'd rather not think on it. HE CAME CLOSE BY THE LOOK ON HIS FACE THOUGH.]

...

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[unionjackass]

Who says I want, much less need any help from you? Even if I requested assistance your ego would collapse in on itself and you'd prattle on and on about it.

[starspangledhero]

Because you've taken it every other time you've been here.

[unionjackass]

There's a first for everything isn't there? [Currently weighing how much it'll hurt his pride to accept America's help.

Things do not bode well right now. Chip away enough and he might cave.]

Didn't ask to be brought here over and over only to be brought back again and remember nothing.

[starspangledhero]

I know ya didn't. That's why I was offering to help! I thought it'd make things easier.

But I guess if ya don't want it, you can just... wander or something 'til you find a place to sleep.

1/something YOU WILL SEE WHEN I'M DONE

[unionjackass]

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[unionjackass]

[Turkey? No. Greece? God no. Hong Kong? Maybe. China? No. Any of the Nordi--No. The woman who thinks she's also England? ... Maybe.

Maybe.]

[unionjackass]

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[. . .

















Goddammit.]

yes done

[unionjackass]

Where are you?

†∆†

[starspangledhero]

Guess that means you do need my help, huh?

[ Before England can cut his smug ass off with angry ranting, America quickly hurries to finish what he was saying. ]

You see a street sign? I'll give ya directions! I'm at my embassy on Marshall Street, room 202!