[ England is sadly, sorely mistaken though if he was expecting America to drop the subject when given one clear hint of the answers he's grown curious of. England's expression is telling, as is his incomplete sentence. Still standing defensively, he narrows his eyes a little as he decides how to continue with this subject, without giving himself away too much. After a handful of seconds, he prompts the older nation firmly: ]
[England gives America a look; surely he knows what England well enough what England almost said. Nonetheless, he answers America, though skimming over the finer points currently running through his mind.]
I cannot imagine our current... relations being so- so very different in the future. It is preposterous.
[He looks the rebelling colony up and down before adding, quietly and perhaps rather bitterly:]
[ The older nation's tone as he voices his presumption that... more amiable relations between them would never be possible again between them strikes the former colony as peculiar. He expected his elder would be quite adamant about the matter - coldly insistent on them being estranged and hateful towards one another, instead of... Well, England sounds and looks painfully resigned instead.
Suddenly, a vision - or a memory? - floats into the eye of America's mind; England is angry, upset again, but he's shouting that America is an idiot for not understanding him, for not realizing how he truly feels. And then they kiss? The teenager's expression first becomes graver, more confused, then it softens. ]
Maybe... I... I guess I don't know... It's hard to say. I mean, it just... It doesn't feel like a delusion.
[England swallows as he watches America's expression change, feeling like he almost knows what the other is seeing. He shakes his head, horribly unsure about it all, unsure about America's answer. Because to him, too, this doesn't feel like a delusion; America's arms around him, their bodies locked close, and passionate, hot kisses over his neck. England breath catches; they're all as clear as any other memory, but. But how can things change that much?]
Part of it... must be dreams, just silly visions cooked up by this place. As if it could ever be-
[He struggles with his words, feeling his face heat up.]
I mean, as if I would ever want any of that with... with an idiot such as yourself!
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Can't imagine what?
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I cannot imagine our current... relations being so- so very different in the future. It is preposterous.
[He looks the rebelling colony up and down before adding, quietly and perhaps rather bitterly:]
I'm sure you must agree with that, as well.
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Suddenly, a vision - or a memory? - floats into the eye of America's mind; England is angry, upset again, but he's shouting that America is an idiot for not understanding him, for not realizing how he truly feels. And then they kiss? The teenager's expression first becomes graver, more confused, then it softens. ]
Maybe... I... I guess I don't know... It's hard to say. I mean, it just... It doesn't feel like a delusion.
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Part of it... must be dreams, just silly visions cooked up by this place. As if it could ever be-
[He struggles with his words, feeling his face heat up.]
I mean, as if I would ever want any of that with... with an idiot such as yourself!
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