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[starspangledhero]

[ There's some fumbling as the video turns on, giving only a view of crumpled sheets, then a messy room. In the background is some slightly labored breathing, like the person recording has been running (or stumbling) around. The view stays skewed, facing a corner of the bedroom as America talks. ]

Aha! Finally found it! Okay. Man that took a while, haha! Someone decided to turn out the lights on the world. Ain't the first time in my life, and good thing is that this time it's not gas or bullets or pencils or nothing to make it hurt, but I gotta say that feelin' your way around is a helluva lot harder when you've only got one hand to do it with.

...Shit. Just realized. This think on voice recorder mode? If I'm talking when I should be writing–

[ The video switches over to voice, where some muttering can be heard, then text. ]

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[ Then back to video. Now it's facing America. He looks frustrated, but his gaze is blank, eyes staring off into nowhere. ]

–nd when I make mine it'll have voice control. No, better, it'll have something that'll talk back to you so you know that you're talking into it, and it'll be in a pleasant lady's voice.

[ SIGH. Then his frustrated expression flickers to something more vulnerable, almost like a nine year old that's afraid of the dark but too proud to go to his parents for reassurance. ]

...Anyone out there?

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[totallygay]

[Tatsumi imagines taking America out of the apartment, but nah. The country would know something was up as soon as they reached the stairs.

The werepire would have nodded, except that doesn't do the blind one any good. It should be obvious anyway, but he squeezes America's hand once anyway. Then Tatsumi begins to help the other into the living room.

Or what should be a living room. America gets plopped down on the couch, on top of clothes or whatever junk is there. Damn this place is worse than he ever remembered it.

There is a light patting at America's tummy suddenly. Yes, he knows the country hates it, but all the more reason to tap it to ask if he's hungry. (Besides, he knows America is always hungry.)]

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[starspangledhero]

[ There may still be a chance for that, but at America's own prompting. No way is he leaving on a stranger's whim.

America let's himself be guided and sat down. He's compliant, but inside he's not too happy that he's basically at the mercy of some strange guy.

When the stranger(?) starts patting his belly, America decides he's getting a little too cozy and swats the guy's hand away. ]

No thanks.

[ It's a terse reply. Even though he really is hungry, America would rather not have someone rifling around in his pantry. Theft is one concern, sure, but more than that, he'd mess up the carefully sorted food products. They are sorted in a way that only makes sense to America and God help anyone that tries to rearrange anything (or find anything in the terrible mess). ]

Let's go back to the knocking thing, or some other way for you to talk that doesn't involve touching me or throwing things at me. I don't like the silence.

[ He had more than enough of them in the basement.

HURR HURR GET IT??? shut up dont judge me ]