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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 19, 2010 22:14:05 GMT -5
[[OOC: Maybe I should say that this is open to anyone? 2 more characters max? I think I should say that.]]
America was going through withdrawal. He was starting to get headaches, his attention span was suffering in class, bright lights and loud noises were making him cringe instead of exciting him as they usually would, and worst of all, every TV commercial for fast food was starting to cause him physical and mental PAIN.
He needed to get some fast food, and he needed to get some A WEEK AGO, but NOW was going to have to do.
As soon as class let out for the day, he left campus with barely a word to anyone, since his mouth was salivating and his stomach was rumbling with anticipation of a Big Mac and fries. It was calling to him, and despite not being 100% familiar with the city, if he got on the T and got off at some relatively popular stop, there HAD to be a McDonald's or Burger King or even a Wendy's somewhere. He might even be convinced into settling for Taco Bell, he was just that desperate and willing to think outside the bun.
America, once off campus, got on the first inbound train and listened to his stomach growl as he found an empty seat and sat down. If anyone had followed him from the school, he hadn't yet noticed.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 20, 2010 1:12:45 GMT -5
Prussia liked trains. (Well, he liked cars more, but that wasn't the point.) So, it wasn't completely strange to find him riding one of the inboard trains off the campus and into town. Now, the trains in Boston were nothing, absolutely nothing, like the trains in Berlin or all through the rest of the country, but he had long settled for the crap transportation anyway.
Case in point: America wasn't the only student on the train at that precise, because Prussia happened to be sitting in the seat next to him. Of course, it hadn't occurred to Prussia that America was one of those doe-eyed freshman that now roamed campus—his campus. So, he merely continued reading his video gaming magazine, ignoring the strange growling sounds coming from his neighbor that made him wrinkle his nose in mild disgust.
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Mar 20, 2010 13:31:26 GMT -5
Hungary had headed straight from her last class to the subway so she could make it to her part-time job on time. Her work-uniform and a pair of heels were shoved haphazardly into her bag that morning along with a textbook in case she had time to work during a break.
Though she had gotten on the same time America had, she did not notice the other student. Hungary stood by one of doors, next to the seat across from two others from her school. Munching on a candy cigarette since Boston law prevented her from lighting up a real one, she looked around the train car and spotted Prussia. Out of instinct, she groaned quietly and hoped that he was too engrossed in his magazine to notice her.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 20, 2010 20:34:07 GMT -5
America didn't notice or recognize Prussia since he wasn't a real country, and also he was really preoccupied by his hunger. He did recognize Hungary, however, having looked over at her when she groaned.
"Oh, hey," he said, waving halfheartedly as his stomach growled again. He grimaced and held his stomach with one arm. "I recognize you! I knocked into you at the welcoming ceremony."
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Mar 20, 2010 21:03:38 GMT -5
Hungary look up when America addressed her, taking a moment to recognize him. Before responding, she finished the rest of the candy cigarette she was eating. "Hey," she replied cheerfully, regardless of the boy sitting next to him. "Oh yeah, I remember that; someone was tangled up in some of the chairs, too."
Pretending to not notice Prussia, Hungary moved over to the seat across from him when someone else got up to leave. Seeing America grimace and hold his stomach, she gave him a look of concern and asked, "Are you okay?"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 22, 2010 22:29:40 GMT -5
[[ooc: I was waiting for Prussia, thinking we could tackle this in order, but I imagine we've waited too long at this point so... I'll just continue it!]]
"They were, yeah, but I saved the day," admitting this is giving America less pleasure than it usually would, an indication that something is seriously wrong indeed.
When she asked if he was okay, he was reminded of Superman. He was Superman, and hunger was his kryptonite, and he wore glasses just like Clark Kent, and his favorite colors were Superman's favorite colors - it all fit! The idea of it made him smile, a little, and he said, "Fine, just hungry. Hey, you don't happen to know where's a good place to get off and get some fast food, do you?"
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Mar 23, 2010 22:23:09 GMT -5
Seeing America smile slightly allowed Hungary to relax a bit before thinking about his question. She debated asking whether or not he had eaten breakfast that morning but refrained from doing so, thinking it would be sort of weird.
"Hmm, I don't really know any fast food places. I think there's a Burger King somewhere remotely near the Chinatown stop, but I don't know if you want to wait that long," Elizabeta replied. "If you're in the mood for Italian food, there's a restaurant called Buono Tomato. I'm actually heading there right now for work," she added, laughing sheepishly at the end.
[[OOC: I was thinking about waiting, but I saw that Prussia hasn't been on since Saturday, so...Yeah.
Wonder where I got the Italian restaurant name.]]
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 23, 2010 22:28:59 GMT -5
Burger King... it wasn't McDonald's but America was desperate! America visibly perked up. "Really? Chinatown is..." He looked at the map printed helpfully on the side of the car, "...only two stops away! Thanks so much!"
America was completely unaware how uninterested he was making himself seem in her or her Italian restaurant, he had a stomach for fast food and fast food only today.
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Mar 23, 2010 22:36:14 GMT -5
"No problem," Hungary mumbled. She wasn't that offended that America hadn't responded about the restaurant she was working at--it just wasn't getting that much business and...
Wait, Chinatown was only two stops away? That couldn't be right, Chinatown was three stops past the one she needed to get off for work, and she was sure she had been paying attention. Hungary looked out the window for any indication as to which stop they were near and flipped open her cell phone to check the time.
"Crap, I'm going to be late..."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 23, 2010 23:33:57 GMT -5
If America were a super hero, he'd go find somewhere to change into his super hero clothes, but as it was, he was only a normal hero. A good hero, but not SUPER quite yet!
And a good hero could sense the distress in this poor girl's voice.
"Do you need help?? We can just get off and go back on another train! I'll help you!" At that, the train stopped, and America held out his hand to her.
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Mar 24, 2010 16:55:39 GMT -5
Getting up as the train stopped, Hungary was too busy looking at the station's name and calculating how late she would be to notice America holding his hand out to her. Besides, she grew up thinking she was a boy, and that thought of being a damsel in distress would have stopped her from taking his hand if she had noticed.
"Are you sure?" Hungary asked, looking back at America as she walked over to the doors before they slid open. "I mean, Chinatown is only about a stop away, and you seemed really hungry..."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 27, 2010 20:45:58 GMT -5
America was slightly put out that she hadn't taken his hand like a proper person in distress. All the more reason to prove how heroic he was and go back with her! Besides, there were homeless people and perverts and muggers around here and he shouldn't leave her alone, no matter what. Heroism was like a food all its own!
"It's not that bad!" he reassured her, and not sure what to do with his hand, he withdrew it and instead placed it on her shoulder in a way he hoped was comforting and appropriately heroic. "You probably missed it because you were talking to me anyway, so in a way it's kind of my fault!"
It was heroic to admit to your faults, wasn't it? With things like this, yes. With politics and war, no. Either way, America followed her out, patted her shoulder once or twice sort of awkwardly, and headed for the stairs up to the street level.
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Mar 27, 2010 23:45:39 GMT -5
Hungary smiled at America as they walked out of the train, slightly confused as to why he had put his hand on her shoulder. "Thanks, but really, it's my fault for not paying attention," she said as she walked up the stairs. "I really ought to treat you to that burger you're missing for helping me."
Good thing she was getting her pay check in two days. Not that a burger was too expensive for her or anything, but she had been spending money on other things like textbooks and food and cancer sticks.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 27, 2010 23:53:00 GMT -5
The mention of a burger - a FREE burger - nearly caught America off his guard and made his stomach rumble, but there was a job to be done here yet!
"If I leave you now and you get kidnapped or murdered or something, that would really suck, so I'll escort you to work. It's no problem, the least I can do!" he said, patting her shoulder once again. "And if you really want to get me one, that's really nice of you!"
He knew, deep down, that it was only polite to respectfully decline the free burger. England had told him once that the man should always pay his own way when with a lady, but England wasn't a huge fan of burgers, or ANY good food really, so America didn't really trust England's judgment. Any sane person wouldn't politely decline a burger when offered!
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Mar 29, 2010 22:35:52 GMT -5
"Well, it's the least I could do since you're taking time out of your day to take me to work," Hungary replied. "I'll get you something if we pass by a McDonald's or something."
Looking down at her phone, she saw that she would probably be late by five minutes. Not too long, and she probably didn't need to hurry considering that the restaurant wouldn't have too much business at this point of the day.
"Oh yeah!" Hungary suddenly realized. "I don't think I've properly introduced myself; I'm Elizabeta."
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