Somehow he'd managed to miss his roommate once again, waking up to an announcement with a sort of bleary sleepiness. When had he fallen asleep? He didn't remember but he wasn't now and that's what mattered. Sitting up with his hair awry he glanced over to see the empty bed on the other side of the room-- and then someone's figure stepped into his field of vision.
"Oh, it's you," he drawled with a wry grin, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and planting his feet on the ground. The exchange this time was more strained amusement than outright abrasive and he was pleased to see that the selection of clothes today was immensely more casual than before. He'd asked what was the occasion as he got dressed, eye rolling with a faint smirk when he wasn't given much of an explanation aside from 'out'.
Initially he hadn't believed the claim of going out to be legit but when he was shown to a bus and given a baggie and a weird coupon thing he was a little less skeptical and more curious. Stepping onto the bus he made a b-line for the back because that was where all the cool kids sat and stopped abruptly short when he laid eyes on--
"Wow," incredulous and amused he couldn't help but grin from ear to ear to see England of all nations, with that shirt on. Really. Was he trying to make a statement? England's shirt had his name written all over it so he took the liberty of claiming the seat next to him. The flop down beside was animated enough to jostle the bus a bit. "Knew I'd run into you sooner or later..." though he was distracted, looking through his bag of breakfast.
"You know me," and then he stuffed some of the breakfast into his mouth, grinning but at least keeping his mouth closed as he chewed. Not as he spoke, though, if only to rile England and get a response out of him. "aways la'e to da pardy." Though after he waited for a response, grinned more when it wasn't as forthcoming as he expected. Swallowing hard he patted his chest with one fist and looked around before leaning in closer, attempting to be inconspicuous.
"This place ain't right," another pause as he sat up straighter, trying to look over the bus seat to see if he recognized anyone. "I met a guy named Izaya, you know 'im?-- Oh, and where are we going? You'd figure if they think we're legit crazy they'd keep us locked up."
Hopefully this wasn't one of his tax-payer funded institutes. If it was, he was definitely yanking the plug.
Stuffed his mouth and licked his fingers, utterly oblivious or uncaring about how he might look while he did it. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, d'you know Izaya or not?" He peeked into his bag with one eye and then tilted his head back to empty the remaining crumbs into his mouth. Though inevitably he couldn't help but break into a grin, seeing England still wearing such an amazing shirt. It really did suit him. He risked getting punched if he persisted but oh, the temptation was great.
"Wait-- a week?" all smiles fell away and now it was time to get down to business. A quick glance to one side as he thought abruptly shifted back to England and he made it a point to look at him over the rims of Texas. "How long have I been," and he rose both hands up, quoting in the air, "gone if you've only been here a week. And what is up with the night here?" All these questions, it kind of irritated him. Felt like he was playing catch up and he preferred to be the guy with all the answers.
"I don't remember getting back to my room. Or falling asleep. Think they've also got a lot of malpractice claims we could file-- am I just scraping the tip if the iceburg?"
"You're the one teaching me manners, it's only right to answer a question, isn't it?" though maybe his, ah, lack of propriety was rubbing off on England given his attire. Temptation visited him again to say something, to acknowledge with his mouth but it was evident enough that something was bugging England and he had a pretty good idea what. He got an answer, though, so he'd humor him, sitting back and bending his ankle over his knee.
A brief moment of the (rather loud) sound of crumpling his bag would blank out speech between them as England got onto him for air quoting, conveniently pretending like he hadn't heard that fool comment. He did smirk over at him, daring him to repeat himself while he slid the crumpled bag into the back of the seat in front of him. "Alright, I've been gone a few days. Good news for you is that I'm gonna get to the bottom of this ASAP."
Torture was a niggling concern in the middle of his gut, actually... the crying from whoever he and Izaya had stumbled across before he woke up confirmed that suspicion in his mind. "They're not mine, I'd know about this." whether that was a relief or a reason for concern he wasn't entirely sure. "And it's always been a military operation s'far as I'm concerned. Once we get folks out of here we are going to have a goddamn party in the supreme court." Probably wouldn't need to go that far.
"You ain't just gonna sit back and take this military take over and stuff, right? So what makes you think I will? Torturin' people is wrong, no where near heroic." his arms settled behind his head as he waited for the bus to get going. "...What's this place we're going to like, o knowledged one?"
"You're a real spoilsport," his eyes moved once up and down over England as he went on. He was perfectly in command of his senses, despite what this institute might think. "Alright, I'll humor you. Who do you think they belong to then? And if this isn't my America than whose is it?" That there didn't make any sense. There was only one USA that he knew of and if there was another one, that suggested he had been transported to another universe. Or something. But he didn't remember going through and wormholes.
There was little that could be done about their situation as of yet and it seemed that the nights were far better times for gathering intel. He'd want to scout around the doctor's offices next time he could, get some answers on his own since England was being stuffy, ornery and grumpy. "Small town, huh? I like small towns. Why do you always have to find everything to be such a pain?" he kicked lightly at England's leg closest to him-- careful of his strength so he didn't really bruise him.
"If you lightened up I'm sure you'd enjoy it, too!"
"And if I acted like you we'd all be bored and stuffy and old men." Excuse him for not being the ideal colony-turned-nation. He really didn't care, he had his own things going on and it was obvious from his current world-perspective that things were going America's way and England was just a sour old fart. Or a sore loser.
Well, fine, it made for an interesting conspiracy theory anyway, what England was talking about. So he'd humor him, give him at least something to bounce off of. "So, hypothetically, let's say you're right and it's not my America. It would only be logical I'd try to think of ways to win it back, right? My people have that second amendment thing for more than just because it's cool to own guns." But then he actually thought about what England had said later and it made the smile fade just a bit, glancing inward. Worse had been done to nations before... but his government wouldn't do that, they'd always been nice in the past. A few instances notwithstanding.
"... Y'know, thinking it's all horrible and hideous and torture and stuff makes it worse on you. Smile a little, live a little, I know you're been through worse-- you always come out more scowly each time?"
"If it's got you thinking you're anything less than a nation I'd say it's working on you." he muttered finally, keeping uncharacteristically quiet while England went on and on. Sure, some of what he said struck home but it was all very conspiracy theory. This place was different, sure, but that didn't mean they were suddenly in another universe. He'd reserve his judgments for later, after he'd gotten into the docs offices tonight.
They weren't going to break him, this was only reinforcement that whatever these people were up to they were breaking even stronger spirits than he'd anticipated and he wasn't going to be one of them. As fun as it was annoying England it did lose some of its charm when it suddenly got more serious. "And I'm not trying to prove my dick is bigger than anyone else's, I'm proving I'm the better candidate to protect the world with. Why would I wanna destroy it?"
How far away was this small town anyway? He wanted to get out and stretch his legs instead of sitting here. It was slightly unnerving thinking that England was this way now but it only strengthened his resolve to set right this wrong. Things needed to be less damn serious anyway so he thought what he could do to break this tension. England sure did know how to pick at his buttons, sometimes. He leaned over with a grin, whispering in England's ear that he really liked his shirt. "So glad you're gonna let Doyleton know, too~"
"Yeah, the knowledge is out there, so anyone can make 'em... if I ain't got 'em to tell people chill the fuck out, who would you rather have 'em?" Seriously, England always thought he was a child, he was just jealous he didn't get it first. His bosses had a good long discussion about what was best to be done and he was relatively confident they'd made the right decision. "If you're in my position you'd see it different."
At least he had a heroic image and ideals and all that to maintain. If England thought about it instead of worrying or griping about it he'd be able to think it could be much worse.
"Ahuh, sure. You go ahead an' tell yourself that. If I were in your shoes-- or your shirt, heh, I'd go around shirtless if it bothered me that much."
"Oh, it's you," he drawled with a wry grin, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and planting his feet on the ground. The exchange this time was more strained amusement than outright abrasive and he was pleased to see that the selection of clothes today was immensely more casual than before. He'd asked what was the occasion as he got dressed, eye rolling with a faint smirk when he wasn't given much of an explanation aside from 'out'.
Initially he hadn't believed the claim of going out to be legit but when he was shown to a bus and given a baggie and a weird coupon thing he was a little less skeptical and more curious. Stepping onto the bus he made a b-line for the back because that was where all the cool kids sat and stopped abruptly short when he laid eyes on--
"Wow," incredulous and amused he couldn't help but grin from ear to ear to see England of all nations, with that shirt on. Really. Was he trying to make a statement? England's shirt had his name written all over it so he took the liberty of claiming the seat next to him. The flop down beside was animated enough to jostle the bus a bit. "Knew I'd run into you sooner or later..." though he was distracted, looking through his bag of breakfast.
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"This place ain't right," another pause as he sat up straighter, trying to look over the bus seat to see if he recognized anyone. "I met a guy named Izaya, you know 'im?-- Oh, and where are we going? You'd figure if they think we're legit crazy they'd keep us locked up."
Hopefully this wasn't one of his tax-payer funded institutes. If it was, he was definitely yanking the plug.
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"Wait-- a week?" all smiles fell away and now it was time to get down to business. A quick glance to one side as he thought abruptly shifted back to England and he made it a point to look at him over the rims of Texas. "How long have I been," and he rose both hands up, quoting in the air, "gone if you've only been here a week. And what is up with the night here?" All these questions, it kind of irritated him. Felt like he was playing catch up and he preferred to be the guy with all the answers.
"I don't remember getting back to my room. Or falling asleep. Think they've also got a lot of malpractice claims we could file-- am I just scraping the tip if the iceburg?"
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A brief moment of the (rather loud) sound of crumpling his bag would blank out speech between them as England got onto him for air quoting, conveniently pretending like he hadn't heard that fool comment. He did smirk over at him, daring him to repeat himself while he slid the crumpled bag into the back of the seat in front of him. "Alright, I've been gone a few days. Good news for you is that I'm gonna get to the bottom of this ASAP."
Torture was a niggling concern in the middle of his gut, actually... the crying from whoever he and Izaya had stumbled across before he woke up confirmed that suspicion in his mind. "They're not mine, I'd know about this." whether that was a relief or a reason for concern he wasn't entirely sure. "And it's always been a military operation s'far as I'm concerned. Once we get folks out of here we are going to have a goddamn party in the supreme court." Probably wouldn't need to go that far.
"You ain't just gonna sit back and take this military take over and stuff, right? So what makes you think I will? Torturin' people is wrong, no where near heroic." his arms settled behind his head as he waited for the bus to get going. "...What's this place we're going to like, o knowledged one?"
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There was little that could be done about their situation as of yet and it seemed that the nights were far better times for gathering intel. He'd want to scout around the doctor's offices next time he could, get some answers on his own since England was being stuffy, ornery and grumpy. "Small town, huh? I like small towns. Why do you always have to find everything to be such a pain?" he kicked lightly at England's leg closest to him-- careful of his strength so he didn't really bruise him.
"If you lightened up I'm sure you'd enjoy it, too!"
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Well, fine, it made for an interesting conspiracy theory anyway, what England was talking about. So he'd humor him, give him at least something to bounce off of. "So, hypothetically, let's say you're right and it's not my America. It would only be logical I'd try to think of ways to win it back, right? My people have that second amendment thing for more than just because it's cool to own guns." But then he actually thought about what England had said later and it made the smile fade just a bit, glancing inward. Worse had been done to nations before... but his government wouldn't do that, they'd always been nice in the past. A few instances notwithstanding.
"... Y'know, thinking it's all horrible and hideous and torture and stuff makes it worse on you. Smile a little, live a little, I know you're been through worse-- you always come out more scowly each time?"
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They weren't going to break him, this was only reinforcement that whatever these people were up to they were breaking even stronger spirits than he'd anticipated and he wasn't going to be one of them. As fun as it was annoying England it did lose some of its charm when it suddenly got more serious. "And I'm not trying to prove my dick is bigger than anyone else's, I'm proving I'm the better candidate to protect the world with. Why would I wanna destroy it?"
How far away was this small town anyway? He wanted to get out and stretch his legs instead of sitting here. It was slightly unnerving thinking that England was this way now but it only strengthened his resolve to set right this wrong. Things needed to be less damn serious anyway so he thought what he could do to break this tension. England sure did know how to pick at his buttons, sometimes. He leaned over with a grin, whispering in England's ear that he really liked his shirt. "So glad you're gonna let Doyleton know, too~"
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At least he had a heroic image and ideals and all that to maintain. If England thought about it instead of worrying or griping about it he'd be able to think it could be much worse.
"Ahuh, sure. You go ahead an' tell yourself that. If I were in your shoes-- or your shirt, heh, I'd go around shirtless if it bothered me that much."
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