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[thisisherson]

[When the camera clicks on, Kurt is standing in front of his mirror, in a room that's been changing almost as fast as he can come up with new ways to decorate it. Right now it's a mix of maroons and golds, as he tests out a more Moroccan look to his decor. He's looking terribly dapper though. He twirls, and watches how the cape moves in the

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[sunflowersunday]

[ Congrats Kurt, you are the image of frivolous capitalism. ]

Does not seem very practical. Or warm.

[thisisherson]

It's almost summer; it doesn't need to be warm. And besides, practicality takes a backseat to fashionability, always. Just look at Alexander McQueen's famous heels!

[No, really. Look at them. He's imagined them onto his feet (and consequently made himself almost a foot taller) just to prove a point.]

Are they easy to walk in? Of course not! Models have refused to walk the runway in these twelve-inch monsters. But they're still works of art in the fashion world, which makes their practicalness a non-issue.

[sunflowersunday]

[ yeah he's not impressed in the slightest. SORRY KURT 8( ]

I still do not see any appeal in them. If they are a status symbol or considered "art", America has become even more peculiar than before. Hmmm, at least he has one achievement to be proud of in that respect.

[ Can't help but smile at that. And at the mental image of America wearing those. Ahahahaha. ]

[thisisherson]

[Oh god, America in McQueens. While that IS a hilarious mental image, Kurt's distracted by your semantics.]

"He"? Oh, you must be from...that world where countries are personified, am I right? I met America here once before, but he left. There are still a few countries left here now though.

[And he's familiar with all of them, so this really isn't even shocking anymore. You're a country? Sure, whatever. Let's go play with your hair and you can tell me all your beauty secrets.

...Or at least that's how his conversations with Poland tend to go.]

[sunflowersunday]

That is correct, little American. Technically I am the Soviet Union, but most still call me Russia.

[ If Kurt knows history, he might get worried. BUT I'M HALF CONVINCED THE GLEE KIDS DON'T ACTUALLY GO TO CLASS. THEY JUST SING AND HAVE CONSTANT RELATIONSHIP DRAMA.

Anyway. ]

And you?

[thisisherson]

[Granted, Kurt is one of the smarter glee kids...but he's only in tenth grade, and Russia has nothing to do with Beyonce, Patti Lupone, or the French language, so there's a strong chance that Kurt spent any classes that might have taught anything about Russian history staring at the back of Finn's head and doodling both "Mr. Kurt Hudson" and "Mr. Finn Hummel" in his notes, trying to decide which one sounds better.

So, in short, Kurt just...raises an eyebrow at the mention of the Soviet Union and says nothing about it.]

Kurt Hummel. ...It's a pleasure to meet you.

[sunflowersunday]

Kurt Hummel... I will remember!

[ Creepy grin goes here. Questionable fashion aside, there is little about him that really indicates that he's a threat. Probably just another victim of the capitalist tyranny, blah blah blah insert more commie rambling here. But he's American, so HAHAHA IF YOU THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO COMPLETELY IGNORE YOU, YOU'RE WRONG. ]