Re: Flipside (2a/?)
anonymous
August 24 2009, 18:18:54 UTC
“Fuck,” America swore, after seemingly hours of screaming for Tony. The alien was obviously not going to answer anytime soon. At first, America thought the alien was pulling a nasty trick on him, but after awhile, he realized something was truly wrong. For all his snark, the alien was a good friend. Tony wouldn't leave the Nation hanging just for kicks.
“Damn hurricanes,” America muttered, easily deducing they were the cause of the technical difficulties, “They do this when I'm on WoW too. Fucking lightning fries the system in the middle of raids...Fucking hell.”
At first, America tried logging out of the game. Tony had mentioned that the visor would respond to his thoughts, but when all he got was a headache after trying to bring up the exit screen, America gave up. And he knew better than to go looking for a save point. Tony was a hard core gamer with a strong belief in only having one life in a game. Tony didn't like having too many save points. Hell, the alien thought that early Metroid games had too many save points. And Tony was one of those jackasses in Diablo II that was freaking level 99 on hardcore mode. On all the classes. Bastard only played hardcore because he liked lording it over everyone that he was maxed level without ever dying. Fucking bastard...but America was digressing. In any case, America bet that Tony didn't program any save points into the game and that there was only one life in the game. America supposed he could end the game by killing himself, but that would have been unheroic.
Since he wasn't going to be able to log out the normal way, America decided to sit back and wait for Tony to work out the bugs in his system. But America had never been a patient person.
“Argh! Sooooo boooooooooring!!!” America whined, “If I'm just going to wait around, might as well go exploring.”
America started with the house. It really did look just like his old home in Virginia from back in his colonial days. The old house had been torn down long ago, so it was a bit of a surprise to see it so exactly rendered. It was perfect, down to the white dogwood trees in the front.
“I hope Tony hasn't been sticking probes in me in my sleep to read my thoughts,” America grumbled, as he searched for a way into the house. To his surprise, there was a key to the door in his coat pocket.
“Cool,” America grinned, “He must have wanted this to be a base of operations.”
The inside was like the outside in the sense that it looked exactly the same as in America's memories. The house was considered fancy for its time because of the multiple rooms it possessed. There was a kitchen/dinning room area and three bedrooms: a guest room, one for England, and one that America and Canada had shared. Peeking into “England's” room, America found it to be rather dusty, but well furnished. He was surprised to find that the wardrobe was filled with clothes, all in the fashion of the 1600s-1700s. After a brief examination, America discovered all of the outfits to be a bit small for him, giving him the suspicion that they were tailored for England.
“Tony really went for realism, huh,” America murmured, closing the wardrobe.
He checked his and Canada's room next. On their shared bed, there was a very familiar figure.
“Flopsy!” America cheered, plucking his old stuffed bunny out of the bed. Flopsy had been a gift from England back during his colonial days, and the toy had been America's best friend for nearly a century. The real Flopsy was in his storage room back home, tattered and missing an eye. In comparison, this bunny was in much better condition, but it was Flopsy nevertheless.
“Man, Tony is good,” America laughed, cuddling his childhood toy. After toeing off his boots, America lay back on the bed, the toy rabbit resting on his stomach.
“It feels like I went back in time,” America mused. Suddenly, he yawned, feeling tired now that he was laying down. It had been a long day, between the meeting, hurricane, and game...maybe a small nap was in order.
Re: Flipside (2a/?)
anonymous
August 24 2009, 18:20:25 UTC
Our World
In his time on Earth, Tony had picked up several bad habits from America, including a terrible taste in food, a love of horror movies, and a severe unwillingness to ask for help or admit when something was wrong. So when Canada called, Tony said nothing about the “accident.”
“So...when did you say America would comeback exactly?” Canada asked over the phone.
“Few days,” Tony replied. He wasn't lying...America had said he was taking a few days off.
“But there's a meeting in a week!” Canada wailed, “We have a joint presentation with England. We all agreed to prepare together. We even agreed to meet up at McDonald's tomorrow so Alfred could have lunch while we worked. England's treat! Alfred never turns down free McDonald's! Is there something wrong?”
“No, of course not!” Tony laughed nervously (another bad habit he picked up from America), “I've got to go...sorry I couldn't be of any use.”
“But...”
Tony hung up, cutting off the Canadian's protest. The alien then went back to the task at hand. Namely, the smoking virtual reality visor and the missing American.
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Other World
England tightened his hand around Canada's fingers, his mouth set in a grim line. This was going to be the first time after...after the incident that the two of them were going to visit America's house. After Salem, England felt reluctant to visit Alfred's colonies. But it was his duty to join Canada in surveying the land. After America's death, his lands were Canada's.
“It's not mine, Daddy,” Canada whispered, looking down, “It still feels like America's, not mine.”
England didn't answer right away, his eyes distant. His head was still filled with memories, and the sound of screams. A little body swung in front of him, blue eyes dead, dead, dead. Salem...
Once they reached America's Virginia home, England was surprised to find the door unlocked.
“Bloody looters,” England snarled, pulling out a pistol, “Stay behind me, Canada.”
As soon as he entered the house, he noticed a bag and musket leaning against the chair, indicating the intruder was still around. But what kind of robber left his things lying around? England checked his room first. Empty. Same with the guest room. Canada and America's room...not so much.
England bared his teeth when he noticed the lanky form sprawled out on his colonies' bed. The intruder even had the gall to cuddle up with America's stuffed rabbit. England strode over to the bed, only to stop dead in his tracks when the man on the bed bolted up and, like lightning, had a pistol pointed at England's head.
“Daddy!” Canada gasped. The stranger blinked at the pair of them, instantly lowering his weapon when he got a better look.
“Iggy? Mattie?” the intruder gasped, a familiar smile working its way onto his face, “What are you guys doing here?”
England sucked in a breath. Only one person, and one person only, addressed them like that...and only one person had those exact sky blue eyes and silly little (Nantucket) cowlick.
“Impossible,” England whispered, his own gun wavering. Before he knew it, he was enveloped in a bone crushing hug, his pistol slipping from his fingers.
Re: Flipside (2c/?) above is 2b
anonymous
August 24 2009, 18:21:33 UTC
“Thank God!” the intruder (America? But America had died...he had died so young...) laughed happily, “I thought I was stuck here forever! Tony must have beamed you guys in to get me. Man, I know I said I wanted a vacation, but I was kinda hoping to spend a little time at the beach with too, you know? Well, maybe not for very long, Iggy, since you burn like your scones...But I gotta admit, this place is fucking amazing! As soon as Tony gets the kinks worked out of his system, I totally wanna come back. Everything is so real and accurate! Awesome graphics.”
“What the bloody hell are you talking about?!” England yelped, pushing away the taller man once he got over his shock, “Who are you?”
The intruder raised an eyebrow, “Are you okay, England? I know that I ditched my glasses, but I don't look that different.”
England sputtered. This man knew he was a Nation! Dear God...he looked so much like America, too. But England had been there. He saw the body. America was dead!
The stranger looked down when he felt a tug on his coat, his eyes locking on little Canada. With a grin, the tall intruder picked up the colony, tossing the boy in the air and catching him gently causing Canada to giggle.
“You know, I thought about doing the kid thing too, but really...I don't like being short,” the stranger told Canada, “But you look fucking cute, Mattie! Be careful you don't show Francis, he might try to kidnap you again. France is such a pedo.”
“Al?” Canada whispered, reaching out with his chubby hands, “You're Al. You look and feel just like him.”
England sucked in a breath. Canada and America were blood brothers, a rarity among their kind, and twins to boot. The twins could always feel each other and understood each other in ways others could barely comprehend. If Canada thought this person was America...
“Dear God,” England whispered, “You are America...”
“Well, yeah. What's goin-hrk!” America's words were cut off as England pulled both of his colonies into a hug.
“Dear God, you're alive!” England cried, holding his children close.”
“England, you're going all weird on me,” America said, a tad uncomfortably, “Is this got something to do with the outfit? I knew you were going to fall to pieces when I put on this uniform.”
“My dear boy,” England smiled, pulling back a little to get a better look at America. There was no doubting it. He was older and taler (much taller) but it was definitely America. England's little colony.
“Dear Lord,” England gasped, hugging both colonies close to him again, “After Salem, I thought I would never see you again...”
“Wait, what?!” America yelped, stepping out of the embrace, “What about Salem?”
England frowned. America should know about Salem...
“The Witch Trials, lad,” England reminded him, “After the witches became exposed, you got caught up in the middle...God, I thought you had died!”
“Oh fuck,” America swore, “This is starting to sound like Tony's game!”
The expression on the blue-eyed Nation flickered, shock written all over his face.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," America cursed, sitting down heavily on the bed, "You-you're not my England are you? Or Canada?"
"What on earth are you talking about? And stop bloody swearing in front of your brother. Honestly...Language!"
"England," America began seriously, "Does the name George Washington mean anything to you? Lafayette? Betsy Ross?"
Re: Flipside (2d/?)
anonymous
August 24 2009, 18:23:28 UTC
"What are you getting at, America?" England asked, confusion written on his face. America paled. Usually the Briton started reacting as soon as one Revolutionary War reference was made, drunk or not. America should be getting pummeled and banned from sex for a week, not stared at like he had gone bonkers.
"What about you Canada?" America asked, desperation coloring his tone, "Milk in a bag? Kraft dinners? Hockey?!"
Canada shook his head. America looked like he choked on his own tongue. He had to be in an alternate universe.
Since when did Canada not know about hockey?!
notes: If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm a gamer-girl. >.> Sorry for the references. If you don't get it, no worries. And while I thought of America as a gamer, I though of him as more of a casual kinda of gamer-guy since he has so many other interests (ie. Sports, gun collecting, politics, archeology, fucking England, etc.). Tony, on the other hand, I thought to be a real crazy hardcore kinda guy when it came to gaming and hates having to save. He's pretty bossy and scary on online play too. Beh, Tony is hard to write since there's not much info on him.
Also, sorry to all you Canadians out there. I HAD to put in a hockey obsession joke...I mean, every Canadian I met goes crazy over hockey. I've seen fangirls and I've seen Canadian hockey fans. The hockey fans are scarier. As for why Canada doesn't know hockey...Well, the first game of hockey wasn't played until the 1800s. Simply put, in the Other World, the game wasn't invented. Nor was Kraft Dinners nor milk in a bag. Canada is so un-Canadian.
BTW alt!Canada appears to be about eight to ten years old. Really cute, eh?
Eh, I hope no one thinks that they're accepting America a little to quickly, or that America is accepting that they're not his England and Canada too quickly, but I didn't want to spend too much time with them dancing around each other trying to figure each other out. That gets annoying, and I've got lots of fun things to cover. Like the fact that the Other World's time period coincides with the Golden Age of Piracy. Just a little more explanation/discovery bits in the next chapter to iron out all the doubts.
Re: Flipside (2d/?)
anonymous
August 24 2009, 19:14:10 UTC
Wheee! Another section Author!Anon, and as delicious as the first.
I wouldn't think that America put it together to quickly, since he thinks he's having problems with the game it would naturally be the first thing he would bring up.
I wouldn't worry about the gamer references, I don't game but it was easy to grasp the sense of what America meant from what he said. And in fanon at least Tony is often portrayed as this sort of hardcore gamer that easily lies to other countries and causes problems, so I think you've got him down.
If you don't mind what other fills are you working on? (I feel like I've read your writing style before and am curious now.)
Anyway great work Author!Anon, I just can't wait for the next part. Keep up the awesome work!
Re: Flipside (2d/?)
anonymous
August 25 2009, 02:30:09 UTC
This is my 12th fill actually >.> Been thinking about taking a 13th one, since "Thirteen" is an important number in fanfiction for me. lulz, Salem Witch Trials America This is my third ongoing one tho (all the others were oneshots). The other two I'm currently working on are "No Known Cure" with amnesia!America as a doctor and "Haunting You" with ghost!America and tortured!England. Haha...maybe one of these days I'll de-anon myself.
And America hasn't really put it all together...he just thinks it's REALLY odd that Canada doesn't know about hockey and is saying the Alt. Reality thing as a joke. Sorry I wasn't being clear enough to bring that across. Gotta work on that. >.
Re: Flipside (2d/?)
anonymous
August 25 2009, 03:27:29 UTC
I was right, I do in fact read all of your ongoing fills. (not I feel like some sort of creepy stalker orz It was unintentional I assure you, and completely your fault for writing such readable things.)
Re: Flipside (2d/?)
anonymous
August 25 2009, 00:22:49 UTC
First of all, the pacing of the story is great. I am not surprised that England and Canada accepted him quickly; the explanation that Canada recognized his twin is convincing to me. And despite how dumb he acted, America was actually pretty sharp, so it's not so farfetched that he noticed something was off right away. The only thing that bugged me is that America believed he was playing a virtual reality game in the beginning of the story, so why did he suspect that he was in an alternative reality all of a sudden? For all he knew, England and Canada could be NPCs based partly on his memories... (Or maybe you are going to explain that in the next chapters and I am just jumping ahead? XD)
I am very very VERY curious about the story now :D America better not let Iggy knew that he was a nation now not a colony lol And it's going to be epic watching England vs. England...
Oh, and I love your Tony. This is the first time I like Tony O_O
Re: Flipside (2d/?)
anonymous
August 25 2009, 02:33:31 UTC
America actually does NOT know that he's in another universe...he just thinks it's REALLY funny that Canada doesn't know about hockey and is saying the Alt. Reality thing as a joke. (You know, the whole the world must be ending/hell freezing over/got transported to another universe because normalcy is all wonky sort of thing) Sorry I wasn't being clear enough to bring that across. Gotta work on that. >.< I'll probably fix it if I ever de-anon myself
Re: Flipside (2d/?)
anonymous
August 25 2009, 02:35:36 UTC
Oh YES, gaming. I was squeeing when I saw the mentions of Diablo (and I bet Al and Tony are just salivating at the mouth for Diablo II) and WoW. I can totally believe that Al is bigtime into gaming, it's even canon what with Japan giving him gaming consoles for his birthday. And I enjoyed reading the equippage scene where Al is making up his character- reminds me of the fun times of ginning up an avatar for an RPG. Can't wait to see how the game mechanics of leveling up his spells and so on will work (also I'm glad you kept him a male). Will he see in-game menus that only he can see or what?
Also, I don't think he accepted them too quickly at all or vice versa. You put in a very reasonable and plausible justification for that. I mean, if they could 'feel' he was a Nation, in canon, without even meeting him properly....
Can't wait to see the next chapter, and how alfred died in that world, and if he can do magic now can he see England's fairies?
“Damn hurricanes,” America muttered, easily deducing they were the cause of the technical difficulties, “They do this when I'm on WoW too. Fucking lightning fries the system in the middle of raids...Fucking hell.”
At first, America tried logging out of the game. Tony had mentioned that the visor would respond to his thoughts, but when all he got was a headache after trying to bring up the exit screen, America gave up. And he knew better than to go looking for a save point. Tony was a hard core gamer with a strong belief in only having one life in a game. Tony didn't like having too many save points. Hell, the alien thought that early Metroid games had too many save points. And Tony was one of those jackasses in Diablo II that was freaking level 99 on hardcore mode. On all the classes. Bastard only played hardcore because he liked lording it over everyone that he was maxed level without ever dying. Fucking bastard...but America was digressing. In any case, America bet that Tony didn't program any save points into the game and that there was only one life in the game. America supposed he could end the game by killing himself, but that would have been unheroic.
Since he wasn't going to be able to log out the normal way, America decided to sit back and wait for Tony to work out the bugs in his system. But America had never been a patient person.
“Argh! Sooooo boooooooooring!!!” America whined, “If I'm just going to wait around, might as well go exploring.”
America started with the house. It really did look just like his old home in Virginia from back in his colonial days. The old house had been torn down long ago, so it was a bit of a surprise to see it so exactly rendered. It was perfect, down to the white dogwood trees in the front.
“I hope Tony hasn't been sticking probes in me in my sleep to read my thoughts,” America grumbled, as he searched for a way into the house. To his surprise, there was a key to the door in his coat pocket.
“Cool,” America grinned, “He must have wanted this to be a base of operations.”
The inside was like the outside in the sense that it looked exactly the same as in America's memories. The house was considered fancy for its time because of the multiple rooms it possessed. There was a kitchen/dinning room area and three bedrooms: a guest room, one for England, and one that America and Canada had shared. Peeking into “England's” room, America found it to be rather dusty, but well furnished. He was surprised to find that the wardrobe was filled with clothes, all in the fashion of the 1600s-1700s. After a brief examination, America discovered all of the outfits to be a bit small for him, giving him the suspicion that they were tailored for England.
“Tony really went for realism, huh,” America murmured, closing the wardrobe.
He checked his and Canada's room next. On their shared bed, there was a very familiar figure.
“Flopsy!” America cheered, plucking his old stuffed bunny out of the bed. Flopsy had been a gift from England back during his colonial days, and the toy had been America's best friend for nearly a century. The real Flopsy was in his storage room back home, tattered and missing an eye. In comparison, this bunny was in much better condition, but it was Flopsy nevertheless.
“Man, Tony is good,” America laughed, cuddling his childhood toy. After toeing off his boots, America lay back on the bed, the toy rabbit resting on his stomach.
“It feels like I went back in time,” America mused. Suddenly, he yawned, feeling tired now that he was laying down. It had been a long day, between the meeting, hurricane, and game...maybe a small nap was in order.
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In his time on Earth, Tony had picked up several bad habits from America, including a terrible taste in food, a love of horror movies, and a severe unwillingness to ask for help or admit when something was wrong. So when Canada called, Tony said nothing about the “accident.”
“So...when did you say America would comeback exactly?” Canada asked over the phone.
“Few days,” Tony replied. He wasn't lying...America had said he was taking a few days off.
“But there's a meeting in a week!” Canada wailed, “We have a joint presentation with England. We all agreed to prepare together. We even agreed to meet up at McDonald's tomorrow so Alfred could have lunch while we worked. England's treat! Alfred never turns down free McDonald's! Is there something wrong?”
“No, of course not!” Tony laughed nervously (another bad habit he picked up from America), “I've got to go...sorry I couldn't be of any use.”
“But...”
Tony hung up, cutting off the Canadian's protest. The alien then went back to the task at hand. Namely, the smoking virtual reality visor and the missing American.
~
Other World
England tightened his hand around Canada's fingers, his mouth set in a grim line. This was going to be the first time after...after the incident that the two of them were going to visit America's house. After Salem, England felt reluctant to visit Alfred's colonies. But it was his duty to join Canada in surveying the land. After America's death, his lands were Canada's.
“It's not mine, Daddy,” Canada whispered, looking down, “It still feels like America's, not mine.”
England didn't answer right away, his eyes distant. His head was still filled with memories, and the sound of screams. A little body swung in front of him, blue eyes dead, dead, dead. Salem...
Once they reached America's Virginia home, England was surprised to find the door unlocked.
“Bloody looters,” England snarled, pulling out a pistol, “Stay behind me, Canada.”
As soon as he entered the house, he noticed a bag and musket leaning against the chair, indicating the intruder was still around. But what kind of robber left his things lying around? England checked his room first. Empty. Same with the guest room. Canada and America's room...not so much.
England bared his teeth when he noticed the lanky form sprawled out on his colonies' bed. The intruder even had the gall to cuddle up with America's stuffed rabbit. England strode over to the bed, only to stop dead in his tracks when the man on the bed bolted up and, like lightning, had a pistol pointed at England's head.
“Daddy!” Canada gasped. The stranger blinked at the pair of them, instantly lowering his weapon when he got a better look.
“Iggy? Mattie?” the intruder gasped, a familiar smile working its way onto his face, “What are you guys doing here?”
England sucked in a breath. Only one person, and one person only, addressed them like that...and only one person had those exact sky blue eyes and silly little (Nantucket) cowlick.
“Impossible,” England whispered, his own gun wavering. Before he knew it, he was enveloped in a bone crushing hug, his pistol slipping from his fingers.
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“What the bloody hell are you talking about?!” England yelped, pushing away the taller man once he got over his shock, “Who are you?”
The intruder raised an eyebrow, “Are you okay, England? I know that I ditched my glasses, but I don't look that different.”
England sputtered. This man knew he was a Nation! Dear God...he looked so much like America, too. But England had been there. He saw the body. America was dead!
The stranger looked down when he felt a tug on his coat, his eyes locking on little Canada. With a grin, the tall intruder picked up the colony, tossing the boy in the air and catching him gently causing Canada to giggle.
“You know, I thought about doing the kid thing too, but really...I don't like being short,” the stranger told Canada, “But you look fucking cute, Mattie! Be careful you don't show Francis, he might try to kidnap you again. France is such a pedo.”
“Al?” Canada whispered, reaching out with his chubby hands, “You're Al. You look and feel just like him.”
England sucked in a breath. Canada and America were blood brothers, a rarity among their kind, and twins to boot. The twins could always feel each other and understood each other in ways others could barely comprehend. If Canada thought this person was America...
“Dear God,” England whispered, “You are America...”
“Well, yeah. What's goin-hrk!” America's words were cut off as England pulled both of his colonies into a hug.
“Dear God, you're alive!” England cried, holding his children close.”
“England, you're going all weird on me,” America said, a tad uncomfortably, “Is this got something to do with the outfit? I knew you were going to fall to pieces when I put on this uniform.”
“My dear boy,” England smiled, pulling back a little to get a better look at America. There was no doubting it. He was older and taler (much taller) but it was definitely America. England's little colony.
“Dear Lord,” England gasped, hugging both colonies close to him again, “After Salem, I thought I would never see you again...”
“Wait, what?!” America yelped, stepping out of the embrace, “What about Salem?”
England frowned. America should know about Salem...
“The Witch Trials, lad,” England reminded him, “After the witches became exposed, you got caught up in the middle...God, I thought you had died!”
“Oh fuck,” America swore, “This is starting to sound like Tony's game!”
The expression on the blue-eyed Nation flickered, shock written all over his face.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," America cursed, sitting down heavily on the bed, "You-you're not my England are you? Or Canada?"
"What on earth are you talking about? And stop bloody swearing in front of your brother. Honestly...Language!"
"England," America began seriously, "Does the name George Washington mean anything to you? Lafayette? Betsy Ross?"
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"What about you Canada?" America asked, desperation coloring his tone, "Milk in a bag? Kraft dinners? Hockey?!"
Canada shook his head. America looked like he choked on his own tongue. He had to be in an alternate universe.
Since when did Canada not know about hockey?!
notes:
If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm a gamer-girl. >.> Sorry for the references. If you don't get it, no worries. And while I thought of America as a gamer, I though of him as more of a casual kinda of gamer-guy since he has so many other interests (ie. Sports, gun collecting, politics, archeology, fucking England, etc.). Tony, on the other hand, I thought to be a real crazy hardcore kinda guy when it came to gaming and hates having to save. He's pretty bossy and scary on online play too. Beh, Tony is hard to write since there's not much info on him.
Also, sorry to all you Canadians out there. I HAD to put in a hockey obsession joke...I mean, every Canadian I met goes crazy over hockey. I've seen fangirls and I've seen Canadian hockey fans. The hockey fans are scarier. As for why Canada doesn't know hockey...Well, the first game of hockey wasn't played until the 1800s. Simply put, in the Other World, the game wasn't invented. Nor was Kraft Dinners nor milk in a bag. Canada is so un-Canadian.
BTW alt!Canada appears to be about eight to ten years old. Really cute, eh?
Eh, I hope no one thinks that they're accepting America a little to quickly, or that America is accepting that they're not his England and Canada too quickly, but I didn't want to spend too much time with them dancing around each other trying to figure each other out. That gets annoying, and I've got lots of fun things to cover. Like the fact that the Other World's time period coincides with the Golden Age of Piracy. Just a little more explanation/discovery bits in the next chapter to iron out all the doubts.
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I wouldn't think that America put it together to quickly, since he thinks he's having problems with the game it would naturally be the first thing he would bring up.
I wouldn't worry about the gamer references, I don't game but it was easy to grasp the sense of what America meant from what he said. And in fanon at least Tony is often portrayed as this sort of hardcore gamer that easily lies to other countries and causes problems, so I think you've got him down.
If you don't mind what other fills are you working on? (I feel like I've read your writing style before and am curious now.)
Anyway great work Author!Anon, I just can't wait for the next part. Keep up the awesome work!
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And America hasn't really put it all together...he just thinks it's REALLY odd that Canada doesn't know about hockey and is saying the Alt. Reality thing as a joke. Sorry I wasn't being clear enough to bring that across. Gotta work on that. >.
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Oh snap America! Irony strikes once again!
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I am very very VERY curious about the story now :D America better not let Iggy knew that he was a nation now not a colony lol And it's going to be epic watching England vs. England...
Oh, and I love your Tony. This is the first time I like Tony O_O
P.S. Mrs slattern... are you serious recaptcha?
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Also, I don't think he accepted them too quickly at all or vice versa. You put in a very reasonable and plausible justification for that. I mean, if they could 'feel' he was a Nation, in canon, without even meeting him properly....
Can't wait to see the next chapter, and how alfred died in that world, and if he can do magic now can he see England's fairies?
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