[And he'd really rather not be anywhere else.]

[amerikanskiie]

... I don't understand the sudden urge of bringing me out here. Weren't you always so touchy about my existence to begin with? What is this change of heart all of a sudden?

[Ah, perhaps he should stop asking. Asking too many questions leads to trouble, and trouble is what he wishes to avoid.]

... at least do your responsibilities of fixing up the details of my timeline. I still do not understand your interpretation of what occurred during the second Great War.

Please allow me to rest, now. I don't want to see their faces at present.

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[detestsliberty]

You seem tired...

[amerikanskiie]

... considering my situation, I suppose that would be expected.

[detestsliberty]

Did your mundane tell you why she's suddenly interested in you?

[amerikanskiie]

Only because, contrary to everyone else, I refused to be here. They're odd like that.

[detestsliberty]

Well that's not reason enough.

Just because you reject your mundane's whims?

[amerikanskiie]

There is also to excuse of wishing to expand my timeline elsewhere... but the former would be the deciding factor.

[He lets out a sigh.]

Nevermind. I'm used to being pushed around into undesired affairs anyway.

[detestsliberty]

What exactly does she plan to do with you?

Well we shan't allow that!

[amerikanskiie]

They have no idea, at present. Which is well-preferred at present, considering it can't be anything pleasant--

... please don't. They aren't the only ones wishing me to do their bidding, and I'm far too used to it.

[detestsliberty]

Well I hope for your sake it stays that way then.

..how can you say such things?

[ofsoutherngraceandcharm]

Hnnn...

Look what the cat dragged in.

[amerikanskiie]

...

[Well there's a familiar sight. One he isn't completely pleased to see.]

Hello to you as well, I suppose.

[ofsoutherngraceandcharm]

Only suppose?

[amerikanskiie]

That would depend on whether you enjoy my presence to begin with.

[ofsoutherngraceandcharm]

Don't you get smart with me.

[amerikanskiie]

Are you sure you just haven't caught up?

[ofsoutherngraceandcharm]

[ He's just going to give him a look. ]

[amerikanskiie]

[And he's just smiling slightly in turn-- it's faint, almost not quite there really, but if one looked closely enough they'd see hints of a cheekiness that hasn't been present in a long while.]

You do realize time waits for no one, right?

[unionjackass]

[he tilts his head. Something seems very, very wrong here.]

Tired and down, I see! If you've got a fever I'll have to insist that you rest at once, and I won't hear any arguments otherwise. A day of rest and you'll be back on your feet.

I wouldn't worry about your Mundane, honestly! Stubborn and foolish the lot of them. Chin up, lad.

[amerikanskiie]

[If only melancholia wasn't a usual thing for him, now.]

I'm... as well as I can presently be. Your concern is unneeded.

[And undeserved, at least he feels towards his case.]

I suppose I can't be too worried about what they may do. If it's unpleasant, it's the most I can expect out of them. It's what I should expect.

[unionjackass]

[England is beginning to realize this isn't a ... a normal America, and for the sake of things, he eyes the hammer and sickle in the post's main icon. What turns his insides a little icy is the formal and quiet way of speaking.

The begrudging island nation doesn't typically complain or pick at someone unless he even cares enough to be around them to pick in the first place; such is the case with America--usually.]

... Alright, h-hah, alright Alfred--if I may-- [usually he wouldn't dare break into personal space, but often America usually does that instead. And this seems to be a special case anyway.]

[England raises the back of his hand carefully up to check for fever; checking this America's economy, as it were.]

Have you been drinking? This isn't a joke, is it?

[amerikanskiie]

[There were two triggers, two actions that had him shrink away. Arthur couldn't be blamed to be at fault-- the man simply did not know, who would expect such out of the usually brash and proud incarnate of the United States in the first place? But, though America, he certainly wasn't the United States-- that itself was, in his own hesitant words, gone.

What triggers him first is him name-- or rather, his human name. 'America', he could deal with. 'Alfred', however... Alfred was long dead and gone, broken down and beaten by Ivan in ways not even Arthur had managed to do. To simply hear that name caused his posture to stiffen, as if what he just heard was a dreaded curse word not usually uttered.

The second trigger would be the notion of physical contact; almost instantly, he jerked away from the other's hand as it was merely raised, not allowing it the chance to trespass his personal space. As soon as he had established a safer physical distance of his own judgement once more, he pressed his lips together for a moment before dipping his sights further away from the Briton.]

... please don't. [His tone came out stiff and uncomfortable.] I can't assure either of your statements-- ser Braginsky would prefer I have none of that.

[unionjackass]

[The reactions send a chill down Arthur's spine--that alone is a very difficult task at best. The fog of his shock is burned away by his erupting anger. He clenches his fists at his sides, absolutely bristling with wrath.]

Ivan Blathering Braginsky can fucking sod off. I don't know what you've experienced here in this-- this metaspace... thing--I don't know, but whatever it is he's done-- I won't have any of it.







[ooc: aaaaah I AM LOVING THIS THREAD. I'm sorry, he's v protective. And swears a lot when things/people he's protective of are threatened/damaged/injured/humiliated.

ANYWAY. Because of life and stuff I'm needing an internet hiatus until around this weekend. I'll be tagging tonight (sept 3rd US CST) but not after that until saturday or sunday. You're very welcome to tag this back and I hope you don't mind the pause because I'd love to continue this as soon as I'm back online. <3)

[amerikanskiie]

[He senses the other's rage before it erupts-- it has him back away slowly by a mere step, an instinctual habit that had been instilled upon him. Ivan's anger is very different-- it's doesn't erupt, doesn't show any signs of manifestation until it was too late to escape. Arthur's anger is less subtle, easier to catch, and he decides to give distance for the sake of his personal safety.]

That doesn't change how it is. What's done has already been done, and that won't change.

Ser Braginsky... he did what one is supposed to do in war-- he won.

[When he speaks the last word, bitterness drips from his tongue, the acridity of that one simple truth paving way into his features. It twists his lips into a ghost of a smile-- no, it couldn't even be called that. The expression was mocking, not towards anyone's regards but his own, for he believes he had been a fool to think any different.]

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[[ooc: AAH NO IT'S FINE I'VE ALWAY LOVED SHOVING ALIK UPON OTHER ARTHUR MUSES ANYWAY. Ivan's really beaten and broken him down to the bottom so he's probably different from what people are used to but Alfred is still buried in there... somewhere. Under all that shame.

And it's totally fine! I get real life priorities come first, so I'll be patiently waiting for the weekend. It's not that long off anyway, and good luck!]]

[unionjackass]

[Not that it's voiced, but he's not angry at America; for once, he's anything but.]

He-- What are you on about? [Because of the confusion his calm returns, and because the hollowness in America's voice is so chilling.] It's not as if you were ever... at...

... [The gears click. Could it be possible America is referring to the Cold War? A decades-long pissing match between East and West...]

He's--No, this isn't how things turned out. It's 2013 and you're free.

[ooc: AAHHH babyyyyyyy also hiiii I'm back]

[amerikanskiie]

[Anger is a volatile emotion, nevertheless. It may not be directed at him-- though he wouldn't understand why it wasn't, in the first place-- but its effects may. So he keeps his distances, out of safety, and out of personal preference.]

Strange, I don't seem to recall it ever going any other way.

[An eyebrow is raised. 2013? That's much too far off into the future. He can't imagine what 2013 would even be like.]

It's 1982, twenty years since the crisis at Cuba. I'm as 'free' as the bird I keep caged in my room-- which is not at all, to be frank.

[And it should anger him, really. In the beginning, it did-- because the United States wasn't meant to be caged down, not after it had worked to free itself from the British crown. But the United States had been alive then. It did not exist now, had no place in his present day. Twenty years, and he's grown conformed to this truth. Twenty years, and he finds the notion of resistance useless, now.]

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[[ooc: shh no you'll scare him and yes hiii welcome back!]]