On his mun's insecurities...

[warchangedme]

 Listen. There is a lot to interpret about me. That's how it goes. You aren't going to always agree about how much of an airhead I actually am.  How much of me is fat and how much is muscle, what the wars have been about or how I really feel about Russia.

You need to make peace with that kiddo. Tearing yourself up with depression because you think your doing it wrong, or getting mad when someone decides to place me as barely smarter than a hamburger doesn't help anyone.

Long story short, take a chill pill and learn to love the bomb...or something.

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[dolphin_rant]

I agree. These days so many mundanes bicker and fight amongst one another that we, their muses, seem to be unable to simply go about our ways.

Isn't variety the spice of life?

I suppose I can understand a mundane being angry about seeing... well, for example, if someone I knew was very serious and I found them acting like a fool, I would think there was something wrong with them. My mundane gets mad about extremes.

But not every muse acts the same. Sometimes the difference is only paper thin. It's not worth the worry and stress...

You know?

[warchangedme]

I can understand that. And I try to tell her that. I'm beginning to think she's the type who worries for the hell of it.

Also, would it be too weird to ask for an autograph~? [Naruto isn't really one of his favorite-favorites, but might as well ask.]

[dolphin_rant]

Eh? From me?

Erm, well, a-all right..

[He signs some of the spare paper he keeps with him and hands it over.]

Tell your mundane not to worry so much. There are much more important things to worry about in life!

[warchangedme]

[America gives his best grin.] Dude! You're awesome. Thanks.

I'll try to keep reminding her. No promises she says.

[dolphin_rant]

Well, have her think about it this way.

How does she know she's being judged for her portrayal and how does it affect her immediate life?

Is she one of those mundanes who checks those awful places where mundanes gather to belittle one another? Sometimes it's best just to focus on playing rather than who's out to get you, right?

That's what I try to tell mine, anyway!

[det_dejligt]

Someone thinks you're smarter than a hamburger? What kind of a joke is that~?

[warchangedme]

I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of me landing on the moon!

[det_dejligt]

Off this rock, huh? Why don't you come down and have a beer.

[warchangedme]

Now you're speaking at my volume. My place or yours, Denmark?

[Where was Denmark again...he remembers a story about it being great to be a Norwegian there, so it's gotta be close right?]

[det_dejligt]

Whatever. But I'm bringing the beer.

[Like he'd subject himself to whatever Alfred happens to call beer.]

[warchangedme]

[At least he doesn't brew it so thick it might as well be some kind of nutrient paste.] Fine. We'll go to Boston.

[det_dejligt]

[Hey, it's the good stuff. That sounds actually pretty good idea, surviving on beer alone.... DANISH DREAM!] What's in Boston? [Here, have your own Carlsberg, Alfred. Skål!]

[warchangedme]

Nice cops, easy to navigate streets, especially when your hammered, and plenty of nice park benches. It's a nice drinking city with a basketball problem.

[det_dejligt]

Ok. [Whatever~(It's at the other side of that little puddle there.) He's easy going.] So, sup? Your mun is stressing too much, huh?

[warchangedme]

She always does. Mostly when people she thinks are better writers have a different take on things. Like I mentioned before, how much of an airhead I am.

[det_dejligt]

Well, aren't you? [Grin.] As much as Germany is a Nazi and Norway a raging Viking. [Grimace on the last one. Who remembers Denmark as a Viking instead of a pathetic drunkard?]

[warchangedme]

Maybe, back in the day with Germany and Norway...still makes me a little uneasy. [A little laugh.] But I like to think of myself as an airhead than an asshole. Not saying I don't have my moments in that either...

[det_dejligt]

Heh. I don't think any of us really came out of history with clean papers. [Shrug.] Not quite my point, but... [Beer, beer is good. Take a swig, c'mon.]

[warchangedme]

[He takes a good long gulp. If Ameri-mun remembers right, Denmark is the taller of the two of them, so he get pulled down to get a head-bop of love from America.] C'mon. Let's go get stupid. Maybe I'll convince you to at least drink a Sam Adams with Sam Adams.

[det_dejligt]

[Pleasantly surprised, there's a rather vicious face smash involved but also easy going laughter right on top and an arm around Alfred's shoulders.] What's that? If it's booze, I'm in!

[warchangedme]

[Let's hear if spontaneous, violent love! America laughs and wraps his free arm around Matthias's shoulder.] Part of a drinking game. You go to sites on the Freedom Trail and drink one beer in their honor. The one I remember off the top of my head is Samuel Adam's lager at his monument.

[det_dejligt]

[Clinking his Carlsberg against Alfred's, he drains his beer and sets the empty bottle in a back pocket of his pants.] Sounds like my kind of game. After I'll introduce you to the Little Mermaid and we'll drink more. [Make that an arm around your hips, America. Yup, not too shy about personal space.] Lead the way!

[warchangedme]

[Alfred is a shameless cuddleslut, so he doesn't really mind the hand on his hip. Matthias is a bro, and bro hugs are always acceptable.] Onward! Let's make some memories for the internet.

[And their night of drinking was glorious.]

[ivan_rossiya]

And how /do/ you really feel about me, Amerika? *smiles evilly*

[warchangedme]

Do you want the long, complicated but completely honest answer, or what I think you want to believe?

[ivan_rossiya]

well, what do you think I want you to believe? *smirks*

[warchangedme]

I think you want me to be afraid of you. Now am I actually afraid? Of war with you, yes. Of you, personally? I probably should be, but you're still that guy who morally supported me during the Revolution, acted as middleman when England and I locked horns in 1812, and tried to help me keep my act together during my Civil War. In light of that, I can't call you wholly bad, or good for that matter.

And yes, that is part of an official statement I have in my files somewhere, but it is still the truth.

[ivan_rossiya]

Aw, but I do not want you to be afraid of me! I want us to be comrades, even if we are not as close as before the Cold War. *smiles*

[warchangedme]

How about we just keep on then, and build them bridges when we find those canyons to cross. [Sincere smiles, and then he's back to his goofy self.] So, lets get hammered. I'll bring the whiskey, you bring the vodka. I think I hear some rib-eye steaks calling our names.

[ivan_rossiya]

Sounds good *smiles*

[coldwarhippie]

Man... your mun sounds, like.... wow, man.

Well... kind of like mine, actually. She's always worrying about that kind of shit, too.

But that pinko is like, all fat. Haha! [wow, he is so baked right now, sorry.]

[warchangedme]

Haha! Well for what it's worth, I remember being a wild child in the Sixties. On a scale of one to Cheech 'n Chong, how high are you?

[Hang on, let him get out some of his emergency munchies for you.]

[coldwarhippie]

[he snickers in that special way.] Like, a billion. But don't tell. [because it's totally not obvious to anyone who sees or smells him, man.]

[oh no! Cheech and Chong are a bit after his time, so the reference goes completely over his head. but he will definitely take you up on those munchies.]

[warchangedme]

I don't think I have to, man. But don't worry, my lips are sealed.

[Oops! Just lemme fix my notes here. Sorry about that! <3 Meanwhile, enjoy all the yummy salty and sweet treats the twenty-first century has to offer.]

[mountie]

You're here, too? [Don't mind his unhelpfulness.]

I hope your mun starts feeling better soon, though.

[warchangedme]

[Hi, Canada. Have America tackling you in a bear hug and kissing your cheek.] She tries. Nature of the insecure beast.

Never mind that though, how are you~? I missed you, sorry we sucked at posting so much.

[mountie]

[He can't help but laugh a bit as he hugs back, kissing him lightly on the side of the nose.] Well, if it helps I don't think she has anything to worry too much about.

It's okay. I know how it can be sometimes. There's so much else to do and so little time, among other things. As for me, I'm doing well enough. And yourself?

[warchangedme]

[He laughs as well before releasing his brother. JUST MAKING SURE YOU FEEL HIS LOVE MAN.]

Went drinking with Denmark, trying my best not to harass any of the Avengers until I see the movie. Hope they make a sequel with Wolverine next though.

[mountie]

[Don't worry. He always does. Even if he's being pissy.]

Sounds like you've been busy. And having fun. Good luck with your attempts, though, since I know how hard it must be for you. [It's a playful little tease, really.]

[warchangedme]

Is it horrible I think Loki is pretty hot? He's the bad guy! [He gives one of his headbutts of love...gentle, really! And keeps a hand on Matt's hip.]

[mountie]

Well, no. It's not horrible at all because I may have to agree with you on it. [Laughing lightly, he made a show of rubbing his head and crinkling his nose, even going as far as whining just a bit before failing to keep a straight face and just grinning widely. ...ever so casually scoots a bit closer, leaning slightly against him.]

Must be the 'bad boy' appeal, eh?

[keepscalm]

[oh here's a face he hasn't seen in a while! Since his journal was still "pixietea", specifically.]

My mundane was wondering if you'd come over in the exodus from Livejournal. She's certainly kept an eye out for you.

[So has he, a little bit, but only because he was worried about America's well-being. Really!





Okay so maybe he kind of missed him. Just a little.]

For what it's worth, I'd have to agree with you on this sentiment -- which I'm sure is a bit of a shocking development. [Him agreeing with America on anything...] It's something I've had to assure my own mundane of many a time, as well as a worry that I'm sure impresses upon every player at some point or another.

Yoooooou~♥

[warchangedme]

[He knows you~ And much like with Canada, England gets swept up in bear hug and kissed on his cheek. Hello, darlin'~]

Hey~ Sorry to keep you waiting. Yeah, she's starting to understand it's normal. She also got some praise which makes her feel a whole lot better.

yes me *^* hello again!

[keepscalm]

[He grumbles a little at the excessive display of affection, because he is England and grumbling is what he does. However, he is also tsundere, so despite his grumbling, he gladly returns the embrace.]

You say that as if I was waiting. [He was.]

I don't think she should be too concerned. You're perfectly...America enough.

[Maybe not the best way he could have worded that, but it's concisely what he wanted to say regardless.]

[warchangedme]

Aww, thanks man. I think your perfectly England.

That makes both me and the mun happy. Oh! Oh! Girl me came too so don't forget to say hi to her. She'll have a happy fit. And there's a just opened.

[He finally puts Iggy down, though much like everyone he likes or loves, he's probably not going to let him go far.]

[keepscalm]

Thank heavens for that. I doubt I'd have a leg to stand on in any game otherwise.

[Oh hello ground, it's nice to see you again. England missed you.] "Girl" you? [He's spoken to female Americas briefly before, but...female Americas.

He clears his throat to put on his best put-upon face. Only because you asked him to, America.] Well, it would be rude to allow a lady to go without a proper greeting. [Proper gentleman here, folks.]

Damn, I made some typos that last post.

[warchangedme]

[Aw. He just likes making sure you FEEL HIS LOVE. Besides, you aren't put out at all and everyone knows it, Iggy.] She's been reading sad fanfiction with the mun again. Just like me, seeing a friend makes her happy.

Oh! How's prep for the Olympics going? Are you as excited as I am?

it's ok haha, i do it all the time 8'(

[keepscalm]

[no he's totally awesome at concealing his feelings and he's not at all transparent!!

He grimaces a little at the word "fanfiction".] Ah, that tripe that mundanes are so fascinated with. It's best not to pay attention when they start reading it, I've found. [For his own sanity.

But he brightens at the mention of the Olympics.] Well, it's a handful [understatement] but I'm very enthusiastic about it! It's quite the honour.

[warchangedme]

Yeah, I kinda prefer just not look. [And the change in topic makes him turn considerably more bouncy.] I'm getting more excited...now if I could just get the basketball players to understand that it's an honor and shit and stop asking for more money than their own teams pay them, I'll be happy. None of my other teams are doing this.