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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 23, 2010 23:13:17 GMT -5
(O-open to anyone who wants to talk to Mattie~)
It was hopeless. Canada didn't know where he was. What began as aimless wandering at a large and exciting street became an anxious attempt at finding which way it was to get back to the university campus. He stumbled through the crowd, apologising whenever he ran into someone. However, no one really seemed to care, each being far too busy with their destination to exchange words with a stranger.
Canada sighed, stopping his lost wanderings to rest against a street pole for a while. Why are people always so busy in the bigger cities? He wondered to himself, staring up at the sky. So different from his little town he liked to call home. At least it was hard to get lost there. Canada wondered how he would find his way back to the university. Maybe he could ask for directions...
He stared into the window of a shop as he thought, admiring the display. While Canada wasn't used to the busier life, he had to admit, there were a lot of interesting things here...
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Arthur Kirkland
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I wear my sunglasses at night because the sun never sets on the British Empire.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 23, 2010 23:34:25 GMT -5
Arthur was wandering around Newbury Street looking for a new electric tea kettle, because it had become apparent that Spain probably wasn't going to buy him a new one. As he walked by a shop, he was distracted by the window display, and ran right into a young man who had been standing there.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I didn't see you there," Arthur babbled, brushing off his coat as if running into someone made you dusty. He looked up, and saw that the young man looked very familiar. He found himself staring for just a moment, trying to place the face. "...America? Is that you?"
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Post by Esteban Valdés on Mar 23, 2010 23:38:22 GMT -5
Esteban was walking back to campus after a quick run to the convenience store, swinging his plastic sack with several small tubs of Ben & Jerry's--he'd been craving some Cherry Garcia, but once he got there, the Chunky Monkey looked pretty irresistible too. It was a nice day. If not for the cigarillo clamped between his teeth, he might have been whistling merrily.
Suddenly, a figure just ahead caught his eye. He blinked for a moment, not sure if he believed what he was seeing. What was that pendejo doing here? Esteban narrowed his eyes. He still hadn't forgiven America for the problems he'd caused him in high school. Just thinking about it was getting his blood boiling...
"America, you asshole!" Esteban snarled, jogging the few steps between them, grabbing the other man's collar, and taking a swing at his face.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 24, 2010 0:07:14 GMT -5
Canada was still staring at the window display when someone ran into him, throwing his balance off for a moment. He stumbled a bit, but managed not to fall over. Instincively, he started an apology, uprighting himself to face the person who he ran into. Oh. The bushy eyebrows and the distinctive British accent was not unfamiliar to Canada...but apparently, England didn't recognize him. For who he was, at least. Not again... Ca-na-da, not America, he wish he could say. But he smiled anxiously, shaking his head in response.
"Ah, no, England...I'm Cana--" His breath and sentence was taken away from him when he was suddenly grabbed by the collar. Huh? Something hard hit his face before he could even see what was going on, knocking his glasses off his face and onto the floor with a clatter.
These were the kind of moments that made Canada really wish he didn't look so similar to his cousin.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 24, 2010 0:16:20 GMT -5
The sound of his name being called followed by some kind of untrue profanity caught America's attention as he walked down the street carrying an XL-sized soda. Once his attention was caught, merely a second later he saw someone get PUNCHED, and whooooaaaaa that was so not cool!
Obviously he was needed in this time of crisis! America ran across the street, where he recognized England and that violent jerk Cuba and some other kid who looked to be the victim of this violence, no doubt related to Cuba!! And what was England doing, getting in on it too? This wasn't right, not right at all!
"Hey!" America turned to Cuba and glared. He pointed his soda at him threateningly. "Can't you stop being a hooligan for like two seconds and not punch innocent people in the face? That's not right, man."
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Arthur Kirkland
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I wear my sunglasses at night because the sun never sets on the British Empire.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 24, 2010 0:22:48 GMT -5
Arthur stepped back, surprised when the dark-skinned man with the cigarello in his mouth suddenly came out of nowhere and punched who if finally recognized as Canada in the face. He was about to step forward and defend the young man, but then, again out of nowhere, the real America was there, up in cigarello-bloke's face.
Arthur pulled Canada aside, now that America was occupying the other man. "Are you all right, Matthew?" he asked, remembering his name at the last second.
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Post by Esteban Valdés on Mar 24, 2010 0:32:22 GMT -5
Esteban did a double-take between the guy on the ground and the real America, who had materialized seemingly out of nowhere. Now that he looked at him, the other guy wasn't nearly as obnoxious-looking as America. He winced, ignoring America for the moment to bend quickly and retrieve the fallen glasses, checking them for damage. They seemed unbroken, at least.
"Sorry about that, man," he said, a little sheepish, holding the glasses out for the kid to take. "My bad. Thought you were someone else. No hard feelings, yeah? ...ah!" He quickly reached into his plastic convenience store bag and retrieved a small tub of Chunky Monkey, holding it out as a peace offering.
He knew that the real America was still behind him, but he'd deal with that asshole in a moment.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 24, 2010 0:47:55 GMT -5
America's emotions were still boiling and angry. Justice could not be done with an exchanging of ice cream! Justice had to be done with and eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, punch for a punch, and a restraining order or two. Maybe a civil suit too.
America grabbed the ice cream Cuba was holding out to Canada and forcibly shoved it into Canada's hands. Mainly this was to piss Cuba off. No ice cream would be exchanging hands without going through America's hands first! As he shoved the ice cream at Canada, he finally got a good look at him and recognized his cousin Matthew. What's he doing here? Is he a country too?
"You're going to share that with me later, right?" America asked him quietly. "For being your hero?"
Abruptly he turned around and pointed his soda at Cuba again, this time spilling some of it through the cap and getting it on Cuba's shirt. "Don't think that's going to make everything better!"
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 25, 2010 1:25:53 GMT -5
Canada's head was throbbing from where he was hit by what looked like a dark figure--he couldn't really tell without his glasses and after getting hit a few moments before. England pulled him aside, making him loose balance a little. Apparently, his vestibular system decided to fail him. At least England got his name right this time and whoever it was who hit him (Canada still couldn't tell) seemed to figure out he was not America. That probably had something to do with America actually showing up out of no where though...
"Eh..." His head was aching, but it was only one strike. "I'm okay, Arthur..."
He took his glasses and put them back on his face, getting a better look at the guy. The dark-skinned fellow genuinely looked sorry for hitting him, even offering him ice cream. Canada was frustrated for being caught in this situation, but he couldn't blame the guy---it wasn't if that punch was really meant for him. Even if it hurt.
"Oh, well..." He resigned to keeping in his frustrations. What good would it do if he got mad at someone who was genuinely apologetic? "It's okay..." Just please, please don't confuse me for him again, it's painful. Canada kept that part to himself. The ice cream was shoved into his hands and he smiled nervously. Ah, the source of his troubles...being the hero again.
"W-well..." He trailed off when his cousin suddenly turned around to face the other guy again, pointing a soda at him accusingly. This was probably the kind of behavior that made this guy so angry with America...which indirectly led to Canada's slowly ebbing pain. Ah, the source of his troubles...He probably would end up sharing the ice cream with America later. As long as his cousin was persistent, Canada would have a hard time refusing. Oh my god, this is long. I'm so sorry...
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Arthur Kirkland
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I wear my sunglasses at night because the sun never sets on the British Empire.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 31, 2010 17:22:31 GMT -5
Arthur wasn't quite sure who the taller man was, still, although it had become clear that he was probably another country like the rest of them. Someone who had a problem with Alfred, obviously. Which...didn't really narrow it down any.
He kept his attention on Matthew, ignoring the other two countries. "Are you sure?" he asked, running a gloved thumb over the younger country's cheek. "That bloke looks like he can pack a pretty powerful punch." He lifted Matthew's hand, the one that held the ice cream, and pressed it to his cheek.
Then he turned to Alfred. "You daft pillock, always causing problems for your brother." He'd said it automatically, realizing after a moment that the two were cousins, not brothers. "Er. Cousin. But just the same, your actions do reflect on him. And on me as well, you know. You could try not upsetting other countries every once in awhile." Such hypocritical words from the former British Empire.
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