part 147 birdies going tweet tweet tweet

[aphanon_meme]

on my little boat on the sea I'm so happy it's Friday here, and the weather is really nice for once, too. I can't wait for spring!

Enjoy part 147! :)

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[alfredlet]

She likes people who are naked!

[alfredlet]

What are you talking about, America?

You have no mother.

[alfredlet]

She said to call her mama. ['maman,' really]

[alfredlet]

Who did?

[bends down to pick him up]

[alfredlet]

[raises his arms obediently for you to lift him] Girl France! She calls herself mama!

[alfredlet]

[nearly drops him]

WHAT?

[looks him in the eyes]

Listen here, America. France is the devil, do you understand? Stay away from her, and her male versions too.

[hugs him tightly]

[alfredlet]

[ALMOST DROPPED AS;LDKJ]

[l-looks you in the eyes too] B-but she -- but... hnnk -- [hugged tightly; does his best to hug you back but is somewhat confused and saddened]

[alfredlet]

She's a witch, my boy. Bathes in the blood of babies nightly. Dresses in their skins.

[rocks him back and forth and hums]

But you're a clever child, and won't be caught, will you?

[reaches out to stroke his hair]

[alfredlet]

A witch... [rests his head on your shoulder, eyes tearing up a bit] Anon said England was a witch... and France is a witch... [IS THERE ANYONE HE CAN TRUST]

[alfredlet]

You don't believe England is a witch, surely?

[presses their heads together and tries to kiss his forehead]

You mustn't listen to gossip and lies. Be sensible, poppet.

[alfredlet]

Anon says he does magic and makes potions! [closes his eyes briefly as his forehead is kissed, and then rubs at one of them with a little fist]

[is gullible okay]

[I mean he can't even sense the irony in what you're telling him]

[alfredlet]

Anon can't be trusted. They're all in league with Satan. Except me, I'm special.

[gently bounces him up and down]

What would England say if he were here? Don't you think it would break his heart, to have you distrust him so? He's probably cry. And to spend time with France, of all people. Don't you know she's tried to kill him before?

For shame, America, for shame.

[alfredlet]

With Satan?! [AND FEAR LANCES THROUGH HIS HEART] Why would they p-promise their souls to... to him? [the bouncing barely consoles; anon has been like a mother to him! And now they're all palsy with the devil?!]

E-England would say that he doesn't like France and I shouldn't call her mama... but... he's not here! Mama danced with me at the prom! Mama taught me big words! Sh-sh-she loves me! [SOB]

[alfredlet]

She doesn't love you. She's using you as a weapon against England. She wants to break his heart, and then she'll kill him. You see how nice she is then!

And England is here! Just be patient and good, he'll find you.

Haven't you seen what anons can do? How they can make food and other things appear from nowhere? That's why they make a contract with the devil. Beware, my child, beware!

[holds him tightly and spins around in a circle]

[alfredlet]

She doesn't wanna kill England! [cries] She said England has nice legs! Sh-she doesn't wanna kill him! [misses him so badly goddamn]

E-everyone has food sometimes! The meme makes food... [holds on tight while you spin him, shaking, hoping to God that all of this isn't true]

[alfredlet]

She's lying! Lying, lying, lying, everything she says is a lie!

You know England wouldn't want you near a France, even a girly one. Don't be such a bad little brother.

[puts him down]

They make food from thin air, America. And don't listen to the anon below. Think about it. Isn't that what someone in cahoots with the Devil would say, if they didn't want you to know?

Remember France is catholic. She lies with the whore of babylon nightly. Anyone who wants you to be with her is your enemy, and England's enemy.