Amelia Sofía Jones (
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dear_mun2012-07-27 04:57 am
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Maaaaybe looking for homes...
Yo, mun— H-Hey! I'm talkin' to you! Where are you going? Stop! Hey, look! You're not goin' anywhere today until you finish everything. All my tags, all of Alfred's tags, all of Cecil's tags, all the posts you said you were going to make and never did, all the new posts you're telling people you're going to make and haven't started yet, everyone's icons— Yeah, those job applications probably need to be filled out too if you want a call-back...
Mun! You're starting to make Canadia look real productive by comparison! What is going on here?! Don't make me go dig Ludwig out of his man-cave to run you through hoops!
And y'think you can maybe seriously start thinking about actually putting one of us somewhere? You have resources! Stop being so negative about everything! Grab your buddies and take them along! ...Well, okay, so maybe just one at a time, since, uh, they all just have England, but— Come on! We're getting kinda moldy over here. Not pretty. Please? You know you want to give it a try...
Okay! Sleep, then roll up your sleeves! Whoa! Hey, no! No, you're sending the kid there first— not me. I'm older, so I get to be picky. The kid gets tossed up to the Hotel first. It's already been decided! Now go the fuck to sleep. No, you don't need another bedtime story. Ugh. Where is that book...
Mun! You're starting to make Canadia look real productive by comparison! What is going on here?! Don't make me go dig Ludwig out of his man-cave to run you through hoops!
And y'think you can maybe seriously start thinking about actually putting one of us somewhere? You have resources! Stop being so negative about everything! Grab your buddies and take them along! ...Well, okay, so maybe just one at a time, since, uh, they all just have England, but— Come on! We're getting kinda moldy over here. Not pretty. Please? You know you want to give it a try...
Okay! Sleep, then roll up your sleeves! Whoa! Hey, no! No, you're sending the kid there first— not me. I'm older, so I get to be picky. The kid gets tossed up to the Hotel first. It's already been decided! Now go the fuck to sleep. No, you don't need another bedtime story. Ugh. Where is that book...
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Seeing as I feel that I've found myself in what feels like a purgatory of sorts, perhaps a game won't be too bad after all.
[England prefers to know what he's getting into, but even he can get antsy at times. His mun has next to nothing going on, and it gets boring, cooped up with a bunch of other Englands that aren't doing anything but idling around. After all, "games" can't be too difficult once the rules are figured out. And he's armed with that "I tried, so nobody can criticise me" attitude in the event that he should fail in an application, anyway.]
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Amelia, on the other hand, really only cares about one thing— still: ]
You really have no idea who I am, huh?
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I presume that you assume that I should? New film set to premier soon, perchance?
[Though really, England senses something else about this girl. Like she might be of one of them.
one of us one of usHe scrutinises her face- and nothing below that! Really!]
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Well, duh, you should! You're only England! And no! No new movie coming out. I make movies all the time though, just like you and everybody else.
[ But Amelia doesn't give him any other clues. She wants to see him figure this one out for himself— and if he can't, all the more to torture him with later, after luring him into a false sense of security. ]
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If you want me to know you, I'd think the most prudent thing would be to introduce yourself. You seem to know me, at any rate, so that's taken care of.
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Amelia frowns (okay, pouts, really) and crosses her arms over her chest. ]
No. Drop dead, England.
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W-what?!
How is this- you-
[He moves up closer to her quickly, looking her over to see what this is all about, if his eyes are deceiving him.]
How...?
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Parallel universes. Alternate realities. You're a girl too where I'm from!
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Still. So uncouth.]
... I take it that you most likely don't assume the name of Alfred.
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[ America continues to glare a little at him. ]
It's Amelia. Amelia Jones, thanks.
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A... pleasure to make your acquaintance. I, ah, suppose.
[What do when America is sulking?]
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Man, she's pissed. This sucks and it's stupid and it's frustrating and she actually really doesn't want to start all over again.
So, of course, her only solution is to continue to sulk. ]
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If I have approached you at a bad time, I'm sorry.
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Haaaahhh!!!
Amelia's eyes go 'round as saucers once she spots what he's packin' and no matter how hard she wants to keep up the Scorned Woman act, she's got about a snowball's chance in hell at maintaining it when faced with— ]
—ice cream.
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It's just a bit melted around the edges of the container, displaying how soft and perfect the current texture of the cold treat is. Surely Amelia can appreciate cookie dough, yes?]
Indeed. Fancy a bit?
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