tám ❀| love in the summer; followed the sun 'til night
[Following this thread, America and Vietnam can be found in the park. They have a picnic blanket spread out and are having a picnic together as if they haven't got a care in the world but for spending time with each other. That alone should signal that something is very, very wrong.]
Hey, Alfred? How do you like it...?
Gosh, honey, you really outdid yourself on this potato salad.
[Vietnam giggles- giggles; who knew she was even capable of such a sound?- and covers her mouth with her hand.] O-of course...! There's more, if you want it. [She is looking at him adoringly.]
[America leans over and pecks her on the cheek before holding out his plate for her to ladle some more on.] Don't mind if I do! You know how work gives me an appetite!
[She piles on more potato salad, looking concerned. As she hands him back his plate, she squeezes his hand.] Don't tire yourself out too much. I worry about you a lot.
[He immediately begins to shovel down potato salad.] Aww, sweetie, don't worry your pretty little head about me! Just worry about the girls and making great meals like this one, and I'll be just fine.
Okay, Alfred. You always make me feel better. [She blushes deeply, then turns to pour him some juice- and a revolver falls out of the holster on her belt. She looks at it in confusion.] Now... Why would I be carrying this...? Al, is this yours? I can't possibly- n-not a gun, no-- [She seems a little fearful of it and unwilling to touch it, though it actually belongs to her.]
[He looks, shocked, at the gun, and suddenly feels the weight of his own holstered on his hip. But he immediately pulls her off the picnic blanket, gripping her arm a little too tightly. His expression is suddenly uneasy.] Where did you find something like that?
Sen, tell me right now, what would you be carrying that here for?
[Her shoulders slump a little and she allows him to pull her, looking utterly submissive, staring at the ground.] I-I don't know...
Hey, Alfred? How do you like it...?
Gosh, honey, you really outdid yourself on this potato salad.
[Vietnam giggles- giggles; who knew she was even capable of such a sound?- and covers her mouth with her hand.] O-of course...! There's more, if you want it. [She is looking at him adoringly.]
[America leans over and pecks her on the cheek before holding out his plate for her to ladle some more on.] Don't mind if I do! You know how work gives me an appetite!
[She piles on more potato salad, looking concerned. As she hands him back his plate, she squeezes his hand.] Don't tire yourself out too much. I worry about you a lot.
[He immediately begins to shovel down potato salad.] Aww, sweetie, don't worry your pretty little head about me! Just worry about the girls and making great meals like this one, and I'll be just fine.
Okay, Alfred. You always make me feel better. [She blushes deeply, then turns to pour him some juice- and a revolver falls out of the holster on her belt. She looks at it in confusion.] Now... Why would I be carrying this...? Al, is this yours? I can't possibly- n-not a gun, no-- [She seems a little fearful of it and unwilling to touch it, though it actually belongs to her.]
[He looks, shocked, at the gun, and suddenly feels the weight of his own holstered on his hip. But he immediately pulls her off the picnic blanket, gripping her arm a little too tightly. His expression is suddenly uneasy.] Where did you find something like that?
Sen, tell me right now, what would you be carrying that here for?
[Her shoulders slump a little and she allows him to pull her, looking utterly submissive, staring at the ground.] I-I don't know...