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Who: asideglance and libertyfuckyeah
Where: Dissimulo! One of the houses
When: Thursday night
Rating: if you can't deal with the violence in a HBO series, you should probably avert your eyes
Summary: After dealing with a lot of things, including apparently getting accidentally shot in the butt on the way to Dissimulo, Japan is getting... tired of America.
The Log:
It was amazing just how oblivious America could be. At first it had simply been startling. Then it was a bit fascinating, Japan admitted, but about now, it was only an annoyance. Walking around as if nothing were wrong at all... Where did he get off? Japan was beginning-- no, he had always wondered how someone like America could end up so successful. Was it luck? Or was his brash way of going about just an unfair advantage in the world?
Whatever it was didn't matter anymore. To be honest, Japan was tired of acting so afraid. Why was he holding back? If he were back home, he wouldn't know of any future. Any loss. He would just fight for his country, his ideas, himself. He would stand up for those things and have pride. The knowledge of a future event and getting caught up in it was the same as staying lost in thoughts of the past. And so tonight, he intended to make that clear.
It wasn't difficult at all to slip through the window of the house where America was staying. He would have knocked if he hadn't known that America was probably asleep. Someone else might answer the door too, and while he didn't particularly care if someone else found him, it was something that should probably be avoided for as long as it could be. So he stepped over to the bed, sword in one hand, already drawn. He stared down at America for a moment before looking to the left at the nightstand. Nothing too much of importance, aside from-- ah.
He brushed the glasses off the table and frowned down at them as he stepped on them. If that noise wasn't noticeable enough, perhaps his words would be.
"Seeing America-san so quiet is a bit strange."
Where: Dissimulo! One of the houses
When: Thursday night
Rating: if you can't deal with the violence in a HBO series, you should probably avert your eyes
Summary: After dealing with a lot of things, including apparently getting accidentally shot in the butt on the way to Dissimulo, Japan is getting... tired of America.
The Log:
It was amazing just how oblivious America could be. At first it had simply been startling. Then it was a bit fascinating, Japan admitted, but about now, it was only an annoyance. Walking around as if nothing were wrong at all... Where did he get off? Japan was beginning-- no, he had always wondered how someone like America could end up so successful. Was it luck? Or was his brash way of going about just an unfair advantage in the world?
Whatever it was didn't matter anymore. To be honest, Japan was tired of acting so afraid. Why was he holding back? If he were back home, he wouldn't know of any future. Any loss. He would just fight for his country, his ideas, himself. He would stand up for those things and have pride. The knowledge of a future event and getting caught up in it was the same as staying lost in thoughts of the past. And so tonight, he intended to make that clear.
It wasn't difficult at all to slip through the window of the house where America was staying. He would have knocked if he hadn't known that America was probably asleep. Someone else might answer the door too, and while he didn't particularly care if someone else found him, it was something that should probably be avoided for as long as it could be. So he stepped over to the bed, sword in one hand, already drawn. He stared down at America for a moment before looking to the left at the nightstand. Nothing too much of importance, aside from-- ah.
He brushed the glasses off the table and frowned down at them as he stepped on them. If that noise wasn't noticeable enough, perhaps his words would be.
"Seeing America-san so quiet is a bit strange."