And they say that a hero will save us.. [Open/Unfinished]
Characters: America and YOU (Open!)
Content: America arrives again to save the day! And completely freak out and overreact.
Location: Nearby the vicinity of Times Square.
Time of day: Now!
Warnings: America is kind of derp sometimes..
He wasn't exactly sure how he arrived, honestly. One minute he was getting ready for the next international meeting with his friends, and the next.. he was standing in the middle of a barren city. He rubbed his eyes, and cleaned his glasses, and even pinched himself. Hard. "Ow!" Okay, so that didn't work. But.. where was he? Did he fall and hit his head?
"Hello? England, are you here?" He called out, hesitating in leaving the spot, but after not receiving any reply he daringly took a step forward. He hated the feeling of being alone, and this was just.. creepy.
"England? Japan? Are you guys here?" He swallowed sharply, glancing around. The street names triggered something in his mind, though it didn't connect initially. He was too busy trying to find someone else.
A twig snapped off to his side, and he turned. "Hello?"
Nothing.
Heroes weren't supposed to be unarmed, so he managed to find a piece of a plank (wasn't very big but it was the principle of it all) and continued to walk around with it slung over his shoulder, ready to swing at anything if he had to.
"As the United States of America, I order you to show yourself!"
Content: America arrives again to save the day! And completely freak out and overreact.
Location: Nearby the vicinity of Times Square.
Time of day: Now!
Warnings: America is kind of derp sometimes..
He wasn't exactly sure how he arrived, honestly. One minute he was getting ready for the next international meeting with his friends, and the next.. he was standing in the middle of a barren city. He rubbed his eyes, and cleaned his glasses, and even pinched himself. Hard. "Ow!" Okay, so that didn't work. But.. where was he? Did he fall and hit his head?
"Hello? England, are you here?" He called out, hesitating in leaving the spot, but after not receiving any reply he daringly took a step forward. He hated the feeling of being alone, and this was just.. creepy.
"England? Japan? Are you guys here?" He swallowed sharply, glancing around. The street names triggered something in his mind, though it didn't connect initially. He was too busy trying to find someone else.
A twig snapped off to his side, and he turned. "Hello?"
Nothing.
Heroes weren't supposed to be unarmed, so he managed to find a piece of a plank (wasn't very big but it was the principle of it all) and continued to walk around with it slung over his shoulder, ready to swing at anything if he had to.
"As the United States of America, I order you to show yourself!"