[ America appears on screen looking like he just spent two weeks in a ditch (hint: he has). Stubble dots his face, dirt smudges every other inch of him, and he look so displeased.
I told you, bro. I told you about the ditches. ]
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He just seethes at him, angrily supping on a cup of tea which he obtained from... somewhere. He has mysterious ways.]
Never. Again.
[Bloody hell he was such an idiot.]
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I MUST WARN THE PUBLIC!
[ just wait until he gets started on PSAs about SAVING THE TREES and recycling and CORPORATE EVILLLL and other things that don't make sense coming from him. ]
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[Aka he was smart and hunted the vermin down there.
He looks down his nose at him.]
I raised you better than for you to go about presenting yourself like that.
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[ Pretend he has a bunch of pots over a fire that he will fill the bathtub with.
And, though America may be oblivious (or act oblivious) to most things, he definitely catches that haughty look. He responds in kind with a smirk. ]
Like what? Something other than a boring, stuffy clean freak?
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[He turns away slightly.]
Can't believe you ate your bloody shoes. You don't even have spares.
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[ America wiggles his bare toes in response. HE'LL FIND SOME SNEAKERS SOMEWHERE. ]
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But after a long moment, some sort of amused smile cracks on his expression.]
... You are terrible at producing neat facial hair, you yank.
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It looks rugged! Can you even grow anything?
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[It didn't last too long. Not after the other nations made fun of it.
He suddenly looks accusingly at America.]
NO, my eyebrows do not bloody take up all my body hair. Shut up.
[HE JUST KNEW. HE KNEW AMERICA WAS ABOUT TO SAY THAT. He's known him all of the younger nation's life of course he knows what he's going to say.]
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I dunno, man. Don't think the human body can produce more hair than what you've got on your face.
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In a ditch! A ditch! [He bursts into laughter.]
I am going to find you and when I do, you will be in a bruised, bloody pile on the floor!
Welcome back, Angleterre!
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And ---- wait.
What?
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