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towerofanimus2013-07-04 01:19 am
colonial) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-04 01:19 am
Entry tags:
and the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Characters: America, France, England, open
Setting: the cafeteria and the library
Format: action
Summary: America finally learns about the Fourth of July
Warnings: tiny colonial baby learning about that whole revolution thing
A; Cafeteria - CLOSED TO FRANCE
[It wasn't unusual for America to wander around the Tower on his own, at least a little bit. More than England knew about, really, but being in the cafeteria was hardly unusual for him. And they had good food again, so America was taking advantage of it. He'd stacked chocolate pancakes high enough they were a hazard to carry around, and he'd been unable to choose between chocolate or strawberry milk and had thus gone with both.
He's in a good mood today! What could go wrong?]
B; library - OPEN
[There were books scattered everywhere, some in piles, some open and abandoned, some left dangling off of chairs--it looked as if a small hurricane had taken place in the library, and given this was the Tower that wasn't impossible. But the real source of all the chaos is sitting on a book shelf he's rapidly clearing out. He's got a dictionary on his left and he's reading something else--but eventually he sighs and tosses it onto the ground.
This explains the state of the library.]
There's nothing here! It's not here at all!
C; England's room - CLOSED TO ENGLAND
[And, after tearing the library apart and finding absolutely nothing that would help as far as intricate details went, America had to return to England's room in the evening exhausted and unhappy. He knows England is sick--he was sick last year around this time, too--and he doesn't really want to bother him, especially with something France basically said was going to make him sad.
Instead he climbs into bed and tucks himself against England's side, trying not to look too downcast. He still looks really unhappy and frustrated, though, in spite of his best efforts.]
Setting: the cafeteria and the library
Format: action
Summary: America finally learns about the Fourth of July
Warnings: tiny colonial baby learning about that whole revolution thing
A; Cafeteria - CLOSED TO FRANCE
[It wasn't unusual for America to wander around the Tower on his own, at least a little bit. More than England knew about, really, but being in the cafeteria was hardly unusual for him. And they had good food again, so America was taking advantage of it. He'd stacked chocolate pancakes high enough they were a hazard to carry around, and he'd been unable to choose between chocolate or strawberry milk and had thus gone with both.
He's in a good mood today! What could go wrong?]
B; library - OPEN
[There were books scattered everywhere, some in piles, some open and abandoned, some left dangling off of chairs--it looked as if a small hurricane had taken place in the library, and given this was the Tower that wasn't impossible. But the real source of all the chaos is sitting on a book shelf he's rapidly clearing out. He's got a dictionary on his left and he's reading something else--but eventually he sighs and tosses it onto the ground.
This explains the state of the library.]
There's nothing here! It's not here at all!
C; England's room - CLOSED TO ENGLAND
[And, after tearing the library apart and finding absolutely nothing that would help as far as intricate details went, America had to return to England's room in the evening exhausted and unhappy. He knows England is sick--he was sick last year around this time, too--and he doesn't really want to bother him, especially with something France basically said was going to make him sad.
Instead he climbs into bed and tucks himself against England's side, trying not to look too downcast. He still looks really unhappy and frustrated, though, in spite of his best efforts.]
no subject
He bites back a sigh and rubs his hand in circles over America's back, trying to comfort him and soothe his own racing mind all at once.]
You can tell him if you want. I- I think he would want to know. Just... [And then he gets a little pale, and forces a smile.] Perhaps you could try to keep him from, you know, from being quite so merciless on me for all of this...?
[Yup. Good ol' chickenshit France.]
no subject
[Of course, now he has to figure out how to tell England. Maybe if he knew more details it would be easier, but he doesn't think France is going to tell him, since France had said it was complicated and that was always what people said when they weren't going to tell him something.
He swallows more food while he thinks. Maybe the library would have something...?]
no subject
France sighs and lays a quick kiss on the top of America's head, and the smile on his face turns apologetic.]
Désolé, America. I did not mean to cause so much strife. Try to enjoy the rest of your- uhh- future birthday happily, won't you?