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Love is overrated— especially when it's your twin's love life

I'm sorry... I just— No, it's not right, but what do you expect me to say? Call us biased, but we are him, y'know. We're all the same, deep down, so I can't go fixing his relationship for him. I would've probably said the same thing anyway... if it were me. I don't think either of them were right, but I guess what England did just smarts me more 'cause of that.

Which is why I'm totally glad I'm not in love. It's all too... way too complicated. It's way too messy. It doesn't make any sense. Just flip back through a couple posts here and you could see that without breakin' a sweat! How many of us are run ragged on this obsession you muns have? Not me. I'm not getting involved, ever. I did him a favor, helping the kid bring his drunk ass home, but that's it. I don't want to play mediator. Maybe saving them just means I gotta let them go their separate ways.

I'm sorry. I don't want anyone to hate us. But I don't know what else there is to do.

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Meh~, you and your mun shouldn't worry about things like that.

Huh? Whaddya mean?

Um...w-well, shouldn't you j-just not worry about what anyone thinks about you? O-or about love and all of that other stuff?

[ America wryly smirks a little bit; she still finds Molossia kind of cute in his own awkward sort of way. He's not the first Molossia she's met, not even including the female one from her world. ]

It's kinda hard not to when me and Alfred share a mun and his... uh, ex is insanely popular here.

[ They're America, after all. They thrive on attention and annoy the hell out of people with their constant habit of presuming everyone is a friend of theirs. ]

[If she ever, ever, told him that, then he would probably die from embarrassment on the spot.]

O-oh! Er, ye-yes...I suppose that would be kind of hard...but, um, who's his ex?

[ Then it'd probably be a bad idea for her to let on that she and that other Molossia made out, huh? Good stuff to know! ]

England.

[Yes, yes that would be a rather bad idea. One that would lead to him never looking at another America the same way ever again.]

E-England! That bushy-eyebrowed grump? S-since when!

[ Speaking of bad ideas... ]

Er... uh, well...

[ She doesn't really know how to answer that. She does not feel the same way about her version England as Alfred does about his and they definitely haven't spoken at length about it, so she can't begin to know how best to explain it. ]

...it's complicated? Since forever, kinda? They were together for a few months, ever since he showed up in my mun's headspace, but, uh... I think he's felt that way about England much longer. England didn't feel the same for... a long while. He... was in love with Spain, of all people.

[ She frowns and drops her gaze to the floor with a quiet sigh. Thinking about the whole thing is uncomfortable and it gives her a headache, but she's almost always thinking about it now, since Alfred seems to be fading quite a bit. ]

I guess it makes sense, in that way. They had a rough, painful start, so they get a rough, painful finish.

[Yeah, now you're starting to make him confused.]

Er...the hell? S-since when? I-I thought... [He actually didn't know what he thought. Just that he has a headache right now. Congrats, you broke your poor micro-nation's brain.]

Ya know, if you ask me, I think it's probably better for them this way. [She shrugs the nonchalant shrug of someone so very outside the situation.] It's not like it was all fucking sunlight and roses when they were together and they both've got their own baggage that they can't seem to deal with together in a healthy way.

[Another shrug, a shake of the head. Love and its complications. Prussia's lucky her own relationships are never quite as complicated as England and America's.]

Ah, so you were involved... Well, your mun was. Are you alright?

You thought what?

[ Hey, it's not like she asked the Republic of Molossia to show up in the middle of Nevada, tyvm. ]

[ She laughs, the sound derisive and closer to a scoff than anything resembling her normal laughter. ]

Then it's a good thing no one's asked you.

[ As much as America likes and respects Prussia, her doling out relationship advice strikes the younger nation as extremely laughable. Between her anti-commitment issues and her choices in Belarus and Hungary, America takes anything she's bound to say with about a dozen truckloads full of salt. ]

I don't remember anyone dying and naming you Love Guru.

[ America rolls her eyes at the question, her way of saying, "Well, what do you think." Then again, she considers that this England really never could understand, or so her mun says, so she sighs and doesn't quite meet England's gaze. ]

What's that supposed to mean...

[You have completely lost him now, if she was anyone else, then Molossia would probably be cursing up a storm.] J-just...that doesn't make any sense!

[Besides, since when did any America ever complain about Molossia being there? He actually gives them money in the form of relief funds.]

[ She's not complaining! Molossia's a good buddy. A little uptight nowadays, but still a good buddy. 'Just saying— she didn't will Molossia into existence. ]

I don't think these kind of things are supposed to make sense to everyone.

[ She shrugs with an uncharacteristically small laugh. ]

They just happen. It surprised my mun, and England's, too.

[ She may not feel the same way about her own England, but it does make sense to her. She doesn't fault anyone for not getting it though. ]

[Well yeah! Otherwise he probably wouldn't have his super-hair and awesome shades.]

Th-then forget about it! Ain't like it's gonna hurt ya or anything like that.

[Girls and their feelings, so much confusion in here. Why can't they be like guys and not feel anything? :|]

[ Ha ha ha ha!! Guys don't feel anything? America reaches over and prods his cheek with an index finger. Perhaps a demonstration is in order to teach the younger would-be nation why that's not entirely true. ]

It kind of does, 'cause like I said, we share a mun.

[ Poke poke poke... ]

I met another dude-Molo once. He was a pretty good kisser!

[What was up with all of this poking now?] S-stop that~! [He's a pretty strong nation too, ya know!]

...N-nah, th-that couldn't of been m-me! [Oh god, are you really going to try and break his mind now, America?]

[Prussia takes no offense to the laughter, even smirking a little in response to it.]

No one did, thank fucking God! I wouldn't even wanna be a Love Guru!

[Love and all that, so not her expertise. Give her something to beat up then you've got your gal, but those complicated, mushy feelings? Naaaah. She'll have to pass.]

[ America's thoughts exactly! If she has to beat someone up, she'll ask Prussia for advice— when she needs it. Considering she's the greatest military might today, she doesn't usually need it the way she once did, but when she does, she usually thinks at least briefly of Prussia first. ]

So why're you hangin' around a place like this? Isn't it boring?

It totally was. What, are you saying you're a bad kisser?

[ More prodding. ]

[She shrugs.]

It's even more boring in the headspace.

[And she'd rather not deal with the gloom and doom happening in there right now. Everyone's feeling down and sometimes, one needs a break from all that. But then she's here, commenting about the issue. Not exactly an escape, but at least she can speak her mind without an army of Englands looking at her wrong.]

[ No, instead, she gets an army of Americas looking at her wrong— or at least the leader of said army, for now. Amelia doesn't really want to hear such discouraging words, least of all from Prussia, even if her own aren't that much brighter. ]

Well, do something about that. You're Prussia.

N-no way! I-I mean, I think I'm a pretty good k-kisser...

[There, you've got him to start blushing now and trying to grab that finger.]

B-but why would I kiss you! Not th-that I wouldn't want too....N-no that's not what I meant! [Can he hide himself now?]

[Prussia's never been known for her tact or her boundless optimism, though she's known to prefer cheer to gloominess herself. Still, it's what she thinks and if America wanted to hear a brighter perspective, she should go to Spain. Or even France. As said, Prussia's not the best person to ask about things like love.]

Way ahead of you, or rather Gilbert is. [That smirk only deepens.] 'Word around the headspace is Gilbert and his Spanien and Frankreich have plans. And if I know those three, which I kinda do, it should be a riot. Hopefully it'd shake things up or at least put off the gloominess for a while.

[ Amelia isn't so sure that's a good idea, given past circumstances that she was not around to witness herself, but she says nothing on the matter. She just shrugs and schools her lips into a pleasant enough grin, the usual mask of an America who's thinking one thing and saying another, pretending to not understand or see the fragility of the present situation. It's easier this way. ]

Great! That should do the trick!

[ Oops, she's too fast! ]

So you don't want to kiss me? How else are you gonna prove that, huh?

[don't be like that. she's not judging. she's just putting two and two together. mun considers America's mun to be very lucky to have the other Mun's attention, especially since this mun has been pushing to play pairings with other said mun. BUT THAT'S SO CONFUSING SO LET'S NOT EVEN GET INTO IT]

...Well, if you're going to be like that, then never mind me. Brat.

[America, you troll. Are you trying to get him flustered and worked up?]

I-I do! ....B-but it ain't like I l-like you like th-that or anything.

S-so I'm not gonna! [Was it starting to get hot in here?]

[ Ah, well, so is this? It's complicated, at least. Extremely so. ]

...Then I won't.

[ She can't help being defensive. This is such a sensitive topic and she and her mun are used to the less tolerant atmosphere of another place. Broaching a subject and slicing the boil off with a clean, sharp, surgical blade, thus ending the problem there, is a process they're accustomed to executing swiftly, lest it fester and cause more... wank. ]

Snob.

[well, alright then. England is a fan of getting rid of problems quickly. at least she likes to THINK she is, but then she stays up at night crying. she shrugs and heads off, muttering something about ungrateful children]

[ How ever did you guess? :3a You are speaking to someone who has had centuries of classical training in How to Get Under the Skin of Tsundere Archtypes, remember. England has always been good for practice like that. ]

So... that means I have to kiss you?

[Well yeah, but that's England. He can't compare to the amazingness that is Molossia. The person who's hair is so super it may as well classify him as being a superhero..

...NO! I-it doesn't! [Sob, his face has lit up like a Christmas tree now.]

[ America overhears and though she can't really catch all the words clearly, what she does catch grinds her gears. Children! Huh! It may be the same old song she's heard from England since forever, but that doesn't mean she's going to let the other woman get away with it. Amelia digs her hand into a pocket of her jacket and withdraws a baseball. She grips it tightly, then snaps her arm back, stepping forward with her left foot, and pitches the baseball, aiming for the back of the older nation's head. ]

I'm not your baby sister or your child!

[oh, violent, aren't we? Gwen tilts her head at the last second and the baseball whizzes past her. she turns around and faces America with frustrated tears in her eyes]

You are, whether you like it or not! You chose me!

[ "Tomato, tomata", "a rose by any other name would still be as... red"— Amelia's not intimidated. In fact, she takes Molossia's face as her cue and she leans forward on her toes just a little bit to kiss him. See? Super-hair or no, this nation's a bona fide supergirl. ]

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Yep!

[There's probably more trouble ahead. There usually is considering it's the trio that's involved, but well, trouble's better than this plateau of nothing. Who knows how England would end up after the trio's done with him, though they have said they would be "in their best behavior," whatever that means... Maybe this'll be good! Make things go into motion! This is Prussia's brand of optimism. Nothing comes out of being idle or down.]

[Wait, what? Kiss him!? This is rape, this is what rape is! DX He's going to start flailing around as he felt her lips on his. And then went stiff as a board....it didn't change the fact that this felt rather nice...]

[ Hah! What was that about strength again? She's not holding him tightly, by any means! But then she pulls away almost as quickly as she leaned in, and a contemplative expression takes over her face. ]

Hmm... I think the other dude-you was better...

[ Perhaps... Perhaps. America would agree if she wasn't so close to the matter. It fogs her judgement and handicaps her own usual constantly upbeat optimism.

Maybe... Maybe though... Maybe it will put things into motion again and cause one of them to act. ]

Not only is she a troll, but she's also a tease and a rapist! D: Why do you like torturing poor, poor Molossia like this~?]

H-huh? W-w-well that's 'cause I-I didn't expect... [Can he just go ahead and die now?]

[ Is it a consolation prize that it's not exactly personal? She irritates most people intentionally, and even then, only because she can. ]

'Sorry, no second chances!

Th-that's fine...didn't wanna kiss ya anyway... [You see that? He might just be starting to hug himself.]

No harm done then!

[ She sees it, but she pretends she doesn't, waving goodbye over her shoulder instead and she starts to head off. ]

See you around!

[ America jerks backwards as if England physically slapped her, and she grits her teeth. It hurts to have that thrown in her face— not because she would bother to deny it now, but, rather, because it is true; she did choose England to be her guardian and for better or for worse, what's done is done. She used to trust the other nation unconditionally and loved (loves?) her just the same. At a time like this, that pains Amelia to remember. ]

You're damn right I chose you! And what did you do? You left, over and over again. You were hardly with me in the "New World"! You left me in it to survive! By myself! Then you exploited my trust for your own gain, and warred with me, because I took the few things you had given me, to heart!

[ America cannot stand to look at the other woman for much longer— not now, not right now. Normally, she would be able to handle one of the older nation's typical emotional meltdowns without it affecting herself, but this time... It being still not long after her birthday, the drama going on between her twin and his England...

Amelia doesn't want Gwen to be upset, but simultaneously, she's frustrated, scared, and terribly depressed about what's going on. It may not affect her directly, but indirectly... there's all sorts of implications and she hates thinking about them all. Of course, no matter how many times she tells herself not to think about it, she just does so with increased intensity and half drives herself crazy with worrying and self-doubting. It's no surprise that England hits the exact buttons programmed to induce a small meltdown of her own. ]

What a stupid kid I was.

[welp. i guess they are going to fling the most hurtful words at each other until one of them breaks.

...well, that would happen if Gwen were Arthur. she prefers to back away from a fight, dignified, or perhaps scared.]

You'll always be a stupid kid. [coolly. and then she turns to leave again]

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