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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!

PARTY AT MARSHALL! BURNING CHEMICALS OUTSIDE IN AN OLD OIL DRUM TO MAKE PRETTY COLORS! FOOD AND DRINKS! FREE "GOODS" TO AMERICAN CITIZENS! *WINK WINK*

AFTER PARTY AT DISSIMULO 1110. AND BY THAT I MEAN THE PARTY CONTINUES AT MY HOUSE FROM 4AM TO WHENEVER EVERYONE CRASHES FROM PARTYING TOO HARD.

YOU DON'T NEED TO BRING A PRESENT BUT I'D REALLY LIKE 'EM!

CHINA YOU ARE ONLY INVITED IF YOU HAVE FIREWORKS. NO TATSUMIS ALLOWED. I SEE YOU THERE, I WILL PUNCH YOU WITH MY FREEDOM FISTBLADE.

[ ooc: Since I'm lazy, I won't be setting up a log, but I'll have a comment at the top of this entry open for action. If you decide to throw a character at the "party," feel free to threadjack and talk with any other characters! Otherwise you're just stuck with America wallowing on you. You're also free to handwave it as "yeah they'll come by later and party with America all night awww yeah" since I'm sure everyone's busy for THE GREATEST DAY OF THE YEAR. Just let me know if you do want to handwave it!

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY FOOLS. ]

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You should have been dead a long time ago!

( She pulls away from him and elbows him somewhere; Stocking isn't quite sure where. Either way she hopes it hurts. )

Edited 2012-07-06 17:52 (UTC)

Oof! [ Owww his ribs. Sure it hurts, but considering he's probably been punched with cannons before, this isn't so bad.

Pouting. ]

Now that's no way to treat the birthday boy.

Oh shut up, you've had more birthdays than you can count. You should be celebrating the countdown of your death!

I AM DEATHLESS. ...well, at least permanently. Can't kill me off for good. Even when the Earth is swallowed up by the Yellowstone Caldera, I will live on as something grander. I will become a galaxy of my own.

[ America has started this speech and is no longer even addressing Stocking directly. He's just kinda gesturing and talking grandly to the open air. HE IS ADDRESSING REALITY ITSELF.

And then he snaps back into focus. ]

Anyway, I know exactly how many birthdays I've had, plus the ones here that don't really count. Either way you're being a jerk. What gives?

( She listens then rolls her eyes. )

You know what gives. Also you're totally not invited to my wedding even if China thinks you are.

You think I know what gives, but as a matter of fact I don't know what gives.

[ Okay, he has an idea, but he looks genuinely befuddled right now. Besides, he'd rather hear it straight from her than play guessing games. ]

Well uh-

( She kinda forgot herself. )

I'd rather not tell you. I'll forgive you if you make me a cake~

[ gosh these two can't even remember why they're mad at each other. America's face immediately lights up. Luckily he doesn't realize that she's forgotten and merely thinks that Stocking is using her angelic mercy (HAH) to forgive him. ]

That I can do. Will topping it with cookies put me back in your favor?

Yes it will! Also I want it after my wedding, like a week after. Don't you dare bring it as a wedding gift.

( This of course means he's reinvited to the wedding. )

[ HUZZAH ]

Okay! Well, d'ya want anything in particular as a wedding gift? Like... I dunno what angels usually want for gifts. Like something to clean your wings? Wing ornaments? Uh... a bible? But ya probably have all those things.

[ wait no he has the perfect gift for any occasion ]

Want a washing machine?

[ he has a collection of them. ]

Yeah I think China would like that.

( Weirdo. )

Feel free to bring a friend, a date, whatever.

( She then nudges him with her elbow. )

Or maybe even Tatsumi~

[ THIS FACE FOREVER. ]

Only if I can bring him in pieces. Otherwise it's just gonna be me and the washing machine.

Oh come on you take things to seriously. How about a smile? Come on~

[ pout!!! which is like the opposite of a smile wtg america ]

Hey, I'm a plenty fun and smiley guy, but this ain't one of the subjects that's gonna get a smile outta me. Not unless I'm delivering justice to that bloodsucker.

And by justice I mean my fists.

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