Jan 30, 2010 21:55
[The device clicks on, and initially all that is seen is.. a dim light, and a sleeping figure. The figure shifts a bit, and the person's face is kind of seen.
Wait.. is that.. America?
No, can't be. His hair is girlier longer, and curls in the front. Despite being disheveled, it's definitely his.
He opens his eyes with a groan and glances around. The following italicized words are spoken in French.]
Maple.. Kuma... tarou? Where are you? Are you.. where am I?! Hello, anyone? Can anyone..
[He trails off, there's some movement, and he touches his sweatshirt. His ripped sweatshirt. In fact, closer look shows his sweatshirt is practically in shreds and there's dried blood on it and him. As this dawns on him he looks really freaked out.]
Wh-what happened to my sweatshirt?!
[ooc: OKAY so like pretend this is exactly a day after youma!Canada is exploded. He woke up in the hospital and is freaking out a bit, hence all the Franch.]
my franch is better than yours,
first death,
fml,
youmada