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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 22:44:04 GMT -5
That's right! Maybe they would pass by a fast food place. See, being a hero did pay off sometimes in addition to that warm and fuzzy feeling you got from it. Today, he was going to feel warm and fuzzy and stuffed on fast food! He'd just have to avoid stepping on a scale the next day to keep that warm and fuzzy hero/fast food feeling...
"Wow, thanks a lot! Like I said, super nice of you!" America grinned. "I'm Alfred, but you can call me America too if you want. Nice to meet you, Eliza-" Foreign names were hard, but he wasn't about to give up trying to pronounce her name! "Eliza...betha?"
Hopefully that was close enough, and if not his apologetic smile would suffice.
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Mar 29, 2010 23:03:42 GMT -5
"Elizabeta," Hungary repeated, though he was honestly close enough. At least he hadn't completely disregarded the 'a' at the end of her name and called her Elizabeth. "Or Hungary," she added, "if that's easier for you. Anyway, nice to meet you, too."
She grinned back at America before glancing at the hand placed on her shoulder. "You know...You don't have to hold my shoulder." It was actually getting sort of uncomfortable...
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 23:48:37 GMT -5
America rapidly jerked his hand off her shoulder, oops! He could get a little hands-on when he was being protective without even noticing. "Elizabeta," he repeated, trying it out on his tongue. He'd been close. "Right! You're Hungary, then? I love Hungary! I also love Turkey!"
He laughed at his own joke. But seriously, that's what he thought about when he heard "Hungary" and "Turkey" and even so some extent "Greece" (Greece made him think about burgers, strangely). It was funny how countries had names like that.
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Mar 31, 2010 16:21:54 GMT -5
Relaxing a bit after America took her hand off her shoulder, Hungary giggled softly at America's joke and was glad that she hadn't introduced herself by saying 'I'm Hungary.' Oh, how many more puns that could cause...
"I personally like Chile," she absentmindedly replied, almost immediately regretting the joke as soon as it came out of her mouth. "Oh god, that was...really bad. Pretend I didn't even say that."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 31, 2010 21:04:58 GMT -5
America lived for bad jokes like that, he'd just made one, so he didn't understand why she was apologizing for making it and laughed. He'd have to remember that one. Never mind that he didn't exactly know where Chile was, he could Google it when he had a chance. "No, no, that's actually a good one," he reassured her, after a few seconds of succumbing to giggles.
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Apr 2, 2010 17:12:49 GMT -5
Hungary smiled in relief seeing that America actually liked the joke (though she did question his sense of humor in the back of her mind). "It's actually sort of weird how many puns you could make with country names," she said.
Spotting a subway stop up ahead, Elizabeta paused a moment to pull up her pant leg. Seriously, were her pants getting longer or did she just keep getting shorter? "Hey, I think that's the station over there," she pointed out. She glanced down at her phone again. Maybe she wasn't actually going to be late for work if she caught the next train.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 3, 2010 22:00:10 GMT -5
America's sense of humor is amazing - his country created Seinfeld, after all. "Syriasly!"
He realized that probably wasn't an obvious pun out loud, but put a lot of emphasis on the "Syria" to make it easier. He wouldn't blame her if she didn't get it, though. He could be amused enough for both of them.
America followed her gaze to the station, but his attention was caught by something else entirely - a McDonald's! His expression turned from amused to reverent, his eyes popping wider and his stomach giving a resounding growl. She'd found the station, right? So if he ran over there RIGHT NOW, that would be okay, right? America turned to Hungary and BEGGED WITH HIS EYES, pointing to the McDonald's by the station.
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Apr 3, 2010 22:46:25 GMT -5
It took a moment for Hungary to understand the pun, but she laughed once she figured it out. "That's actually really clever..." she trailed off, seeing America's eyes suddenly widen and followed his gaze to the McDonald's near the station.
Work or burgers? Work or burgers? Well, she could afford to be a few minutes late, and she did promise him a burger for escorting her. Besides, she would feel bad if she denied those pleading eyes. Hungary nodded before starting towards the McDonald's, patting down her right pocket to make sure she had her wallet.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 4, 2010 1:25:12 GMT -5
It had been so long, so very long. America was finally coming home! He skillfully avoided getting hit by passing traffic as he crossed the street blindly to his favorite place in the world. Hungary would no doubt use the crosswalk and look both ways, but there was no time for that, not for him. Besides, she was only buying him ONE burger, right? He could order his other four and his three fries and extra large super-sized coke and two of the apple pies on his own! No need to wait for her at all-
Except he was kind of supposed to be chivalrously escorting her. So he should really wait for the crosswalk...
Groaning, he turned around, neatly avoiding a speeding car, and waited for the light to turn despite the fact that he had almost been to the other side of the street seconds before. "Sorry," he explained. "I got a little excited!"
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Apr 6, 2010 17:14:17 GMT -5
After confirming that she did have her wallet, Hungary approached the crosswalk when she heard someone honk a car horn. Turning her head to see America jaywalking in the incoming traffic, she started, "What the--" She almost screamed when she saw a speeding car come at him as he turned about before seeing that he avoided it.
"Ah, it's okay," Hungary replied after sighing in relief. "Just...try not to almost get hit by cars." Noticing that the light had turned green, she started crossing the crosswalk.
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