ninety-five. [accidental video/action]

[idkmybfftony]

H-hello? Is anyone there? What is this thing...?

[a few buttons are pressed and there is America, except a hundred years younger. Yay progressives and prohibition, everyone telling him what to do, and of course he's still insanely isolationist. WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE WHERE IS HE AHHHH. Plus he looks younger and thinner and completely horrifiedBoss?

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[bonnefois]

Your boss is not 'ere. Nobody's is...

[idkmybfftony]

France...?

I... y-yes, I know. Otherwise he'd be here. He wouldn't..

[bonnefois]

Of course, 'e wouldn't. Your William Taft is a good person, oui?

[idkmybfftony]

....uh huh.

[insert young teenage confusion awkward wibbling.]

[bonnefois]

Now, now, mon cherie, zere is no need to cry, oui?

[idkmybfftony]

I-I'm not. I just... I'm not supposed to go outside! And I'm here and Boss isn't and... and I don't know what to do...

[bonnefois]

I would not be able to tell you what to do, Amérique. Per'aps Angleterre can be of 'elp, oui?

[idkmybfftony]

England.

[God he hates Europe he hates you all. Grrrr.]