it's pretty lonely at achtenberg

[britainsbiscuits]

Here we are again... You thought that the third time would be the charm, and we've wound up with a dead end. Again. Perhaps it just wasn't meant to be.

Doesn't stop you from holding onto hope, does it? Well, I suppose I can admire your spirit, Milady. I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait to see if you can make a miracle. I hope, for your sake, that it's not too-little-too-late.

Addendum: Oh, now. Why did you post this?! Don't do that!

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[unalienable]

What's got you so pessimistic?

[britainsbiscuits]

Well, when you've been bounced from game to game with little luck on things working out, perhaps you would be upset too. Really, I don't know why she keeps trying.

[unalienable]

Do you think that's her fault or...?

[britainsbiscuits]

...

No. It's not hers. At least, I don't believe so. I don't think it's anyone's fault. Not everything goes as planned. That's life.

[unalienable]

Oh! Okay!

[ That's lucky, because she, being America, was about to suggest it was probably England's fault and not the mun's. But now that she's got the other woman's thoughts on the subject, she feels less inclined to do so. America smiles and thumps a hand on the older nation's back. ]

So, if that's life, what's she supposed to do, really? Just never try anything ever? That doesn't sound like living life much to me.

[britainsbiscuits]

[hgfjkdgh you're so strong. the thump causes England to stumble the smallest bit]

But what about me? I'm also forced to endure her prodding and listen to her dreams, only to watch her heart break in the end. I'm tired of it. I wish she'd focus on someone else instead. [huff]

[unalienable]

[ Oh, oops! America looks startled and goes so far as to help her keep her footing, hands shooting out on reflex to grab England by the forearm to steady her. ]

Hey, be careful! Watch yourself, clumsy!

[ She giggles, fully aware that she caused the other nation to nearly fall, and releases her once she's convinced she'll be fine without the help. ]

Well, that's our job, right? Either you do the job, or you go into retirement. And I hear not a lot of us come back from the storage closet. That wouldn't be living life for you either.

[ But dreams, huh... America knows that feeling a little too well for her tastes and the thought makes her usually incessant smile fade like an old photograph. She looks away from England, focusing on nothing in the distance and inclines her head to one side pensively. ]

Everyone has had a dream or two that never came true, y'know. That's no reason to give up. If everybody did when things didn't pan out, there'd be nobody left.

[britainsbiscuits]

[oh America, always looking at the glass half-full in contrast to England's half-empty teacup. she blushes darkly when America grabs her and yanks her arm away. she's not clumsy! she was able to catch herself]

So what do you think I should do? Hope and pray for a dying game to regain life? It won't get bigger if no one is interested. [too bad Prussia didn't join her. that would have made things somewhat bearable. but again, empty promises and broken dreams] I don't even know what I'm doing there...

[unalienable]

[ Well, to be entirely fair, it helps when the glass in question is a 32-ounce plastic McDonald's cup; whether one sees it as half-full or half-empty, it's typically enough for America to work with, see. In addition, if one were to ask her, she'd say it's the role she chose: to play the youthful, irritatingly cheerful optimist in compliment to England's darker shades of carefully cultivated cynicism, the stupidly tenacious fool to England's unwavering bullheadedness. ]

Then find another dream! If you're not happy there, why do you stay? Open up your mind to new possibilities, if you're so sure of how this will end.

[britainsbiscuits]

[yes, the fool indeed]

Milady wants to wait things out. She hopes others like you will join. Not that I care, really. If the game dies, it dies. It's not like that saying 'third time's the charm' means anything.

[unalienable]

Well, you're right about that. You're supposed to make your own fate! Isn't that kinda what you taught me to do?

[ America sighs and crosses her arms over her chest, turning back to England now. ]

That place is a little different from what my mun has been looking for, but if it's slow and small, it may not be so bad.

[ She scoffs then suddenly and cracks a grin that's more on the wry side of a smile than the mirthful. She flushes too a bit and focuses her eyes on another invisible point that's a short distance to the right of England. ]

But I don't think she's really worried about the place not being a good fit itself, so much as she is about you.

[ The color in her face grows darker and she starts to fidget a little with the edge of her jacket, distinctly becoming uncomfortable. ]

A stupid metaphor or some such silliness about magnets and whatever...

[britainsbiscuits]

[don't blush America! it makes HER blush. she huffs, trying to look like she isn't botherd]

M-magnets. What is that even supposed to mean, you idiot?

[unalienable]

[ And really, America's all too happy to just go with the pretense, too, even if it is so easily seen through. This is territory that renders her vulnerable and she hates that, so she's perfectly content not to see the older nation's anxiety suddenly rising. She hardly looks at England as she jerks her thumb over her shoulder towards the thread below and, well, she can't control the heat blossoming across her cheeks, of course, so she just pretends it's not even there. ]

I think you get it more clearly than you want to say, old lady.

[ Long story short, America and the mun are probably not quite ready for dealing with something unrequited at the moment, and this feels like a downward spiral directly into that, if it feels like anything at all. America is America, after all — she won't stand for not being the center of attention, least of all the center of England's. That, alone, could be dealt with, but it's the development of America's affections that's worrisome and if they turned that corner into a different breed of love, well, then she'd be done for, wouldn't she. ]

Hey you :D

[weiss_teufelin]

...Oi. Stop being so depressing.

<:3c

[britainsbiscuits]

[oh great now you're going to make things worse]

Of course you don't have to worry about anything. Why don't you go back to your busy life and leave me alone.

[weiss_teufelin]

[Have an eyeroll. This is what she gets for being concerned about you.]

I would, but someone's whining is so loud, I actually heard it over my awesomeness. It's that bad.

[britainsbiscuits]

Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to get you some ear plugs? Or perhaps I should tell everyone that we are all too loud for your delicate sense of hearing?

[weiss_teufelin]

[Smirks.] Well~ I wouldn't begrudge you something to do since you sound oh so happy to do it~ [Flaps her hand forward so England can get a move on.] Hop to it! Do it for the Awesome Me.

[britainsbiscuits]

[she'd do a lot for you if you weren't here teasing her with your presence. but for now she'll just walk away]

Piss off.

[weiss_teufelin]

Only if you stop moping, Brows.

[Who's teasing? She's just here to try and cheer you up. Not that she'd say so, obviously.]

[britainsbiscuits]

[teasing her with something she can't have!]

I will do what I want. And right now I want to punch your teeth in.

[weiss_teufelin]

[Well, not everyone can have what they want. At least not until the right time.]

Hah, then bring it.

[Prussia? Back away from a fight even when it's pointless? No way.]

[britainsbiscuits]

[England doesn't like fighting. she's a lady. but there was a time when she was a pirate and occasionally it slips out]

I said I want to, not that I would. It would be a waste of my time.

[weiss_teufelin]

[Lady, her ass.]

Probably because you'll lose anyway, am I right?

[britainsbiscuits]

No, I just know what will make you run away!