(no subject)

[warchangedme]

I'm heeeere. Here at last!

Fashionably late, but who cares!?

Now, lets go have some fun and find me some Canadians and Britons...maybe some Russians, if they're post Cold War...or pre-Communism. I'm told I am not allowed within ten feet of the Soviet Union. Something about playing nice.

...China is okay if he feeds me. No Cubans.

Comments

[warchangedme]

[America laughs and puts down the devil finally, rubbing his forehead against Artie's with a smile.] Arthur? If you ain't him either you sure look like him.

[Totally used to alternate universe counterparts. Yup.]

[sweetsweetdevil]

Iggy. 'Sounds like a worm!

[He laughs again, not even stopping when he's finally set down on his feet. Funny thing about Artie is that he's practically England's complete opposite. The affectionate rubbing makes him smile and return it, purring softly with pleasure as his wings curve and settle along his back comfortably.]

I prolly look like him. Arthur? You mean England, yes? [He's very much aware of England. He's not the only England-shaped thing in his Mun's headspace after all.]

[warchangedme]

Maybe it's because someone looks like a fuzzy caterpillar? Mainly those eyebrows of his? [He rubs his thumbs across the demon's eyebrows, but is still smiling and lighthearted.

This America is a little more affectionate, blame the isolation the part of him that went through World War III experiences all the time.] Yeah, England. You talk to him often? Iggy is sort of a nickname France taught me to call him when I was small.

Time for beeeed. I shall tag back later! o/

[sweetsweetdevil]

[The demon doesn't mind the touch to his eyebrows. He doesn't mind them all that much and since they're being touched so gently, he even likes it. The redhead nods at the question as he leans closer to America, hands supporting himself on the taller blond's chest.]

I do! Well, at least nowadays. Usually he doesn't like me and would send me away, but we're both quite lonely nowadays, as well as the others, so I suppose he's more tolerant of me.

[Artie relates everything with what seems to be his usual cheerfulness. He speaks of loneliness and being sent away as if it's a natural way of things that he has accepted, which he has. One can't be a demon without eventually getting used to not being liked.]

Sleep well!

[warchangedme]

Lonely? [America frowns and brushes Artie's cheeks. Even if he accepts it, the other nation still can't help but want to fuss about it.] We'll...I don't expect him to take it, but you tell England and anybody else in there that they can talk with me when they get lonely.

That includes you, okay?

[sweetsweetdevil]

I will! [He nods again, happy at the touch to his cheeks.] I'm sure he'll put up a fight, but he'll come around~ He likes you, but he would hardly ever say so!

[warchangedme]

It's just the way he is. Some people decided to just be happy like you and me, and others see everything as the world waiting to disappoint them.

I like him too though. I'm sure he knows that. You know... I think I like you too.

[America doesn't like anyone who will be nice to him though.]

[sweetsweetdevil]

You like me? Really? [This is new! Well, not really as he's got Jersey and of course the Puppy who seem to like him too, but it's always wonderful when someone says they like him.]

[warchangedme]

[Th-that's just too cute. He gives Artie another hug.] Of course! You treat me good, I treat you better. That's how I work.

[sweetsweetdevil]

[And so he just clings back to America, his tail twisting into a heart at the end in his happiness.] I like you a looooooot!

[warchangedme]

Why thanks! [For his effort, the demon is rewarded with another headbutt of love from America.] So, anything good going for you?

[sweetsweetdevil]

Well, everything has been all right, really. Except for that I haven't seen Jersey and my Puppy for a while. [He doesn't move far from the headbutt, just smiling up at America as a hand lifts to lightly touch along the blond's cheek.]

[warchangedme]

I'm sure they'll show up...not that I mind having you to myself.

[sweetsweetdevil]

[He chuckles softly, green eyes lidding a little at the words.] They will, yes, but I don't mind just being here with you too.

[warchangedme]

[He can't help it. He gives Artie a little kiss on his cheek. It always makes him happy to have an England or Arthur pleased with him.] Nice to be wanted.

[sweetsweetdevil]

[America's words make him tilt his head curiously as his hands link behind the blond's neck, arms draping gently over his chest and shoulders.] Of course... You sound as if you're not always paid much attention.

[warchangedme]

Mm. It feels like it sometimes. Know it ain't true so much nowadays, but your heart don't always know what your head does, yanno?

[He hums, content to cuddle Artie while they talk.] Sometimes you don't grow out of being a kid waiting for his bro to come home.

Add to that, I'm from a world that nearly wiped itself out thanks to nuclear war, and the isolation that causes...[Shrug.]

[sweetsweetdevil]

War's a nasty business, I always say. [There's a sympathetic look in his eyes and he goes on his tiptoes to gently touch a kiss to America's forehead in comfort.]

My Puppy is in the brink of war, too. I wish he'd be all right, but I heard it couldn't really be avoided.

[warchangedme]

[The kiss gets a happy hum from America.] Take it that war ain't your division of Demon-dom or something?

[sweetsweetdevil]

[Artie laughs, shaking his head.] No, no~ I wouldn't want to rule Hell! Too much work~

No and my Puppy is actually a you from the past, from the American Revolution. [These Mun head spaces are so funny and interesting! You never know who you end up meeting.] Jersey and I have adopted him you see~

[warchangedme]

Ha! Puppy would be a good way to describe me from back then. I was kinda like a lost puppy. He's probably told you about things with England. [He's getting a little sad just thinking about it.]

[sweetsweetdevil]

[He nods, petting America's cheek gently as he senses his drop in mood.] Yes and talking about it makes him sad the poor thing...

[warchangedme]

It's an old wound for me, and still fresh for him. And it's part of the reason Iggy has problems. It took me just as long to forgive him, and I'm sure he still really hasn't forgiven me.

I wouldn't ask for forgiveness though, I guess. I stand by the political and ethical parts of the Revolution, even if I was throwing a tantrum as well. Still, even if the emotions hadn't been there, I still would have rebelled.

[He nuzzles into Artie's hand, sighing.] Sorry babe. You probably didn't wanna hear that.

[sweetsweetdevil]

It's all right. [He grins and pinches America's cheek, laughing softly before sobering a little.] I don't mind. 'Didn't expect you to tell me all that, though.

[warchangedme]

[He squawks at the pinch, but laughs and sticks his tongue out.]

I just want to make myself clear. I try to live without regrets, yanno? It's something I don't mind sharing with certain people. England if he listens, Canada because he needs to know, and Japan, because I can tell him anything.