[unfinished/open]
Who: America and anyone who finds him. *coughGermanycough*
Where In the hallway of the 9th floor
When: Not too long after Lag's death here
Rating: PG-13 for America wangst.
Summary: America is still depress over flipping out and killing people. Lag dies. America is more depress because now he killed a child. America tries drinking to sort through his depress, like a good teenage boy who fails with negative emotions. Spoiler: It's not working so well.
the Story:
[America isn't having a good past couple of days.
Not only has he taken to hiding in England's room (no, not hiding, as that equates to fear and America isn't scared) and not speaking to some people because yeah.. awkward turtle on the whole 'shooting' and 'killing' thing. Plus he's still trying to convince himself that everything wasn't his fault.
He just grabbed the first thing he could find in a nearby closet. Rum and some cola. Sweet. He manages to finish off three quarters of the rum before he just stops and sits there, arms folded across his knees and forehead on his arms.
Thinking. Right. He's thinking.]
Where In the hallway of the 9th floor
When: Not too long after Lag's death here
Rating: PG-13 for America wangst.
Summary: America is still depress over flipping out and killing people. Lag dies. America is more depress because now he killed a child. America tries drinking to sort through his depress, like a good teenage boy who fails with negative emotions. Spoiler: It's not working so well.
the Story:
[America isn't having a good past couple of days.
Not only has he taken to hiding in England's room (no, not hiding, as that equates to fear and America isn't scared) and not speaking to some people because yeah.. awkward turtle on the whole 'shooting' and 'killing' thing. Plus he's still trying to convince himself that everything wasn't his fault.
He just grabbed the first thing he could find in a nearby closet. Rum and some cola. Sweet. He manages to finish off three quarters of the rum before he just stops and sits there, arms folded across his knees and forehead on his arms.
Thinking. Right. He's thinking.]