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[libertyfuckyeah]

Who: libertyfuckyeah AND asideglance AND spiffingtea

Where: by the Dissimulo observatory

When: July 13th night sometime after America's post.

Rating: This.

Summary: America versus Japan. Fight Club. I think that just about sums it up.

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[asideglance]

Having arrived there first, Japan had had plenty of time to sit in his thoughts. And there were so many of them. He supposed the main question was just who was he? What did being 'Japan' mean? He liked to think he understood a bit better now.

Standing at the sound of footsteps, the empire did his best to ignore the shadowy figures as he had been all along, stepping forward and giving a bow as usual. He was always formal in this way. It annoyed him that America was so much more casual about it-- as if it didn't matter, as if things had already panned out and he were the one at fault and that was that. It was more complicated than that. It was always more complicated.

"America-san," he greeted, eyes moving to that granola bar. Really? Now? There was a faint sigh, but Japan didn't move to unsheathe his sword or anything of the sort. He assumed America wanted to have the first say.

[libertyfuckyeah]

He will show you the way, Edward Norton.

America lifted a hand and waved, scarfing down the rest of his food quickly. Probably not the most graceful and dignified entrance to make, but since when had either of those things ever concerned America. Note the lack of question mark.

He scratched his chin with a gloved hand, glancing around the field. No way to tell if there were others lying in wait for him. When America finally looked at Japan, a slew of possible phrases popped into his mind. Many cocky, others taunting, some poignant, a few steeped in anger and hurt, all of them wanting to tumble out at once. At Japan's sigh, he grins slightly.

"Yeesh, do you always have to act like there's a stick up your ass? Passive aggressive is one thing, but you just look flat-out unhappy. And I have a feeling that doesn't entirely have to do with me, right

[asideglance]

Japan twitches at that. How rude, how insulting... But he tells himself to keep calm. Of course, his version of calm is to frown in obvious annoyance at the other and stand as tall as possible.

"I am not sure that my happiness is necessary to mention in a scene like this..." He slides his gaze sideways, resting one hand on the hilt of katana, and no more. He just wants to make it clear that he's always prepared for an attack.

"Surely you have something more important to say? Ah, I certainly hope so... It would be a waste of time if all I am to hear are these sorts of things."

[libertyfuckyeah]

America's grin widens a bit as Japan's hand goes to his sword. Under half a second, I can draw and fire in under half a second. A secure little fact in the back of his mind as the conversation goes on and his hands hang at his sides.

"Seems like it's a big deal," he says. "You don't betray someone who calls you friend and cut open their throat if you're happy. Even Russia might not be that sick. But, you're right, that's not everything I gotta say. It's still a legitimate question. Are you happy?"