006 ☆ action
[ If anybody were to see America running around today in the Alpha District, they would notice he's covered from head to toe in pretty much every color imaginable.
What started off as "I accidentally popped a bubble and didn't want to end up completely red like a Communist" had turned into a little game for America. After he had "Communist red" all over him, which was very distressing for about five minutes, he needed to find some white and blue. Since the bubble were clear, he had no idea what color paint would explode out of them until he popped them. Needless to say, he found green and purple before white and blue, and it went downhill from there. America was determined to pop every bubble that crossed his path.
In fact, he was running towards one that was drifting far, far away from him. ]
Come back here! I gotta see what color you are, man! You'll be my 17th one today!
[ Even though the colors weren't edible like he seemed excited to think when he first tasted "Communist red" and found it didn't taste like cherry (or Communism), he still was having too much fun popping as many as he could find.
Upon reaching said bubble, America pretty much falcon punches it, sending a bright blue splattering all over himself-- and in your general direction. What do? ]
What started off as "I accidentally popped a bubble and didn't want to end up completely red like a Communist" had turned into a little game for America. After he had "Communist red" all over him, which was very distressing for about five minutes, he needed to find some white and blue. Since the bubble were clear, he had no idea what color paint would explode out of them until he popped them. Needless to say, he found green and purple before white and blue, and it went downhill from there. America was determined to pop every bubble that crossed his path.
In fact, he was running towards one that was drifting far, far away from him. ]
Come back here! I gotta see what color you are, man! You'll be my 17th one today!
[ Even though the colors weren't edible like he seemed excited to think when he first tasted "Communist red" and found it didn't taste like cherry (or Communism), he still was having too much fun popping as many as he could find.
Upon reaching said bubble, America pretty much falcon punches it, sending a bright blue splattering all over himself-- and in your general direction. What do? ]