Day TWENTY-SIX is saved, thanks to ME via VIDEO
[he's breathing heavily, clutching his chest, feeling the heartbeat of a human being rather than the flow of Washington DC; he hiccups, and those are totally not tears bubbling up in his eyes]
I...I can't...[he rocks on his bed, the LP sitting at an angle on a side table, and he looks at his hands, opening and closing them, examining them with the deep interest of an infant]
...My people. They're...they've gotta be alright, they have to be! [with that he stands up, wobbles, and falls back onto the bed; wow, what happened to his strength?] What the hell...? I can't defend them if I'm like this!
[he curses, leans forward with his face in his hands, starts mumbling] Why can't I feel them? My states, my people, my brothers! They're not goddamned here anymore, I--! [with dawning realization, something that might not have happened as a happy-ending-plzkthx nation, he lifts his head, jaw slacking]
Is this what happened to Prussia...? [he pauses, doesn't move, and suddenly yells and stands up, wibbling on his weak human legs, and catches himself from falling on the side table; have a nice looks at America's hand, guys]
NO! I refuse to believe I'm not the United States of America anymore! I refuse! No one can take away my freedom, my right to exist! [with that outburst he hits the table with his fist, causing the LP to jump, and makes a failed attempt to run across the room, but falls with a loud crash and a few colorful words]
[there's a grunt, he's working so hard to get used to this lack of world power-ness enough to get himself around] I'm the hero and heroes don't just goddamned lose it all like this!
[the LP will cut off, but in the meantime have fun listening to him being all determined and must-be-hero; girls, if you hug him, you'll have a cute, young golden retriever until he poofs back to nakie time. Again.]
I...I can't...[he rocks on his bed, the LP sitting at an angle on a side table, and he looks at his hands, opening and closing them, examining them with the deep interest of an infant]
...My people. They're...they've gotta be alright, they have to be! [with that he stands up, wobbles, and falls back onto the bed; wow, what happened to his strength?] What the hell...? I can't defend them if I'm like this!
[he curses, leans forward with his face in his hands, starts mumbling] Why can't I feel them? My states, my people, my brothers! They're not goddamned here anymore, I--! [with dawning realization, something that might not have happened as a happy-ending-plzkthx nation, he lifts his head, jaw slacking]
Is this what happened to Prussia...? [he pauses, doesn't move, and suddenly yells and stands up, wibbling on his weak human legs, and catches himself from falling on the side table; have a nice looks at America's hand, guys]
NO! I refuse to believe I'm not the United States of America anymore! I refuse! No one can take away my freedom, my right to exist! [with that outburst he hits the table with his fist, causing the LP to jump, and makes a failed attempt to run across the room, but falls with a loud crash and a few colorful words]
[there's a grunt, he's working so hard to get used to this lack of world power-ness enough to get himself around] I'm the hero and heroes don't just goddamned lose it all like this!
[the LP will cut off, but in the meantime have fun listening to him being all determined and must-be-hero; girls, if you hug him, you'll have a cute, young golden retriever until he poofs back to nakie time. Again.]