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May I tell you something Mun? Go to hell.

Sure, it was your decision to leave, but do you have any idea what this is doing to me? No, you don't.

I'd tell you to live me alone if it was possible.

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They won't leave you alone as long as you talk to them.

I notice that much, West.

Hnn. Then you should also be aware of the fact that it is all up to you if you wish for your mundane to leave you alone, brother. Even if they try, they cannot force us to stay. The solution to your problem is therefore a simple one.

[Unless you actually do wish to stay after all. But he's not going to imply that.]

It's not really what my problem is, but okay.

Then what is your problem? And have you brought it up to your mundane already?

I'm leaving behind those I care for like a damn traitor who's got no sense of loyalty and my Mun doesn't give a shit about it West!

[Well, that's vague. He still considers this and casts the fourth wall a contemplative look. Well, he's done this before, hasn't he? Indeed... He clears his throat.]

W-well. If you think it might help, I could try and have a word with your mundane. But I dislike doing so unprepared. So what exactly happened between you and them and what is it you are trying to achieve?

[He's not really in the mood to talk about it, he's mad at the mun and wants to sulk.]

I'm just mad at 'em. If you think you can do anything, give it a try.

........

[He's actually starting to think that this may be less the mun's fault but more his brother being... Well. His brother. Which means he may have to be patient... It just punch him. Which, admittedly, isn't the best solution, but at least would distract his brother from being mad at his mun and instead be mad at him who is more accustomed to that situation.

But for now, have a patient sigh. And a pair of crossed arms. Give him a moment to think up Gilbert Distraction measure #298a.]

You know, at the place my mundane has me every now and then, just a couple of days ago, I found myself in a room that was filled, almost stuffed with countless little birds. And Blackie right in the middle of them. I still haven't figured out who let him out of my room and into that one, but he was there. Surrounded by chicks.

[Is there any point to this? Well. Maybe. Or maybe there isn't and he's just aiming to confuse you with tales of a massive Gilbird ball pool...]

Huh? That's a really calm response coming from you? Are you sick or somethin'?

[ America leans a little closer to Prussia — probably veering well into the territory of "uncomfortable space invasion" — but he does look genuinely concerned. ]

If you didn't want to leave, why'd you let 'em do it?

[ Stupid question, but it's his roundabout way of gearing up to ask what the problem is. America can be subtle! He just... usually chooses not to be, because why bother when not being subtle often gets way better results? This doesn't feel like one of those times though, hence stratagem. ]

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I bitched at them already, guess why I'm so calm.

[He's mostly mad at the situation.]

Think they'd give me a chance to speak? Not at all. They tired of a game we've been at.

Well, they let you talk to us here, right? If they didn't care at least a little, I don't think they would've done that.

[ Do you need a hug, bro? America understands the feeling. He had to leave a place he'd invested in a lot too before, and not getting to even say goodbye to the people he cared a great deal for because of his mun was painful and indescribably frustrating ]

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