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You woke me because of a few pieces of artwork? I'm afraid I'm more interested in gold than paintings. No, you don't need to find anywhere to send me. I'll be on my ship, thank you.

Captain Arthur Kirkland
British Empire

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... [AWKWARD SHUFFLE]

Do I know you, lad?

You look familiar.

[... ouch, that hurt. He knows they're fighting, but...]

It's America, England.

[Eyebrow raise.]

Somehow, you don't look like the little boy I left oh shore.

[Narrows his eyes.]

How do you know of him?

[he sighs and rolls his eyes. more games.]

I am him. I won't play your games anymore, England. I knew coming here was a bad idea.

A very bad idea, if you were trying to use my heart against me.

[Lifts his blade, but still can't quite bring himself to point it at him.]

You do look like him though.

[groans with frustration. he grabs at Arthur's blade so as to bend it in a U shape with one hand]

[Whelp, there goes any weakness he has towards him. Has a pistol to him in a flash and a dangerous look in his eyes.]

I suggest you don't try that again.

You won't fire. You never do. [he fixes england with a stare, focusing the ache in his chest into anger and determination]

[Draws back the hammer.]

So sure, imposter?

[he takes a few steps over so the muzzle is pressed to his chest over his heart. he swallows. he's that damn sure... mostly. 90%.]

[Oh no, this is a warning shot. Doesn't want to kill the imposter yet.

Just in case.

So raises the gun and fires across an ear instead. Oh so close to going into the temple. Which is where it's pointed a moment later, muzzle still hot enough to feel an inch away.]

Don't test me again. Tell me who you really are.

--Ow! My ear! [he clamps a hand over his ear. It almost blew his eardrum out.] Ugh! I told you, I'm America. Who else could bend a steel sword with one hand and carries Nantucket in his hair?! [with his free hand, he points to that silly cowlick that won't ever stay combed down.]

America is a child. He may be growing quickly, but that much in a week? Impossible.

[Glares, but lifts his eyes long enough to look at Nantucket, clenching his jaw as he pales. No, has to be a trick.]

Lower your pistol or I swear I'll tie it in a knot! [he huffs]

Could you get to it before I pulled the trigger?

You won't shoot me. [grabs the barrel]

Are you daft, boy? I just did.

[Jerks back.]

You shot at me. And I'm not a child anymore. I'll be my own country, away from you and your nagging and your drinking and your king's taxes!

King? What king? Haven't you heard, my Elizabeth sits on the throne. We haven't had a king since her brother died. I'll never count that Spanish bastard that Mary wed.

Wh-- George. King George. George III! Not Queen Elizabeth. You found me before she died and you told me stories about her, but that was a long time ago.

Watch your tongue! She may be past her prime, but she is very much alive.

..... No... she died in 1603. It's 1777... [takes a few steps back... this is too odd and it's making a chill run down his spine.]

Try 1590, lad. Your trick might work better if you knew what year it was.

[shakes his head] It's 1777, not 1590. You said you found me in the 1580s, after the Roanoke colony failed. I'm almost 200 years old.

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