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[libertyfuckyeah]

Who: libertyfuckyeah AND asideglance AND spiffingtea

Where: by the Dissimulo observatory

When: July 13th night sometime after America's post.

Rating: This.

Summary: America versus Japan. Fight Club. I think that just about sums it up.

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[libertyfuckyeah]

He will show you the way, Edward Norton.

America lifted a hand and waved, scarfing down the rest of his food quickly. Probably not the most graceful and dignified entrance to make, but since when had either of those things ever concerned America. Note the lack of question mark.

He scratched his chin with a gloved hand, glancing around the field. No way to tell if there were others lying in wait for him. When America finally looked at Japan, a slew of possible phrases popped into his mind. Many cocky, others taunting, some poignant, a few steeped in anger and hurt, all of them wanting to tumble out at once. At Japan's sigh, he grins slightly.

"Yeesh, do you always have to act like there's a stick up your ass? Passive aggressive is one thing, but you just look flat-out unhappy. And I have a feeling that doesn't entirely have to do with me, right

[libertyfuckyeah]

"This is a chemical burn," America says nonchalantly, dumping what is apparently lye onto the hand he's gripping. He doesn't let go even after the powder lands.

[asideglance]

A yell of pain as the burning causes him to pull away immediately-- but he still can't get out of the grip. After a moment of struggling he attempts another punch with his weaker hand.

"Stop!"

[libertyfuckyeah]

His grip doesn't slacken, doesn't let go. Exhaling through his nose keeps out the smell of burning flesh from invading his mind and triggering any unpleasant memories. It's just the two of them now; whatever may have happened in their own histories, will happen, it's only America and Japan the walking personifications now. Alfred and Kiku, or something of that ilk

[asideglance]

He doesn't stop trying to pull his hand away, but he does calm himself in a way. Narrowing his eyes, he watches America with gritted teeth before speaking. "Something..." He clenches his left fist, but doesn't do anything with it just yet. Punching wasn't working.

"Perhaps so." What was he getting at? That being this bit more human was going to stop him? Between wincing, he continued.

"Even human, this sort of thing could not stop me. Does America-san believe he is making a point?"

[libertyfuckyeah]

"Of course it won't," America says in an almost surprised voice. His eyes widen in almost childish sincerity.

And then he pours a little more higher up on Japan's arm.

"Like I said, don't worry, I'm gonna fix you up after this," he mutters. "But first, I gotta try to stop you. I know you hurt China. And I told you not to mess with the other countries."

He sighs, as though disappointed in Japan. (He is.) "You're kinda like me in some ways, which is why I guess we get along in the future. Strong in ways people don't expect."

Compliments hidden amongst corrosive materials. Like a particularly painful backhanded compliment. America could be considered his own special brand of passive aggressive.

"But that can be annoying too, as I'm sure you know!" A small smile returns to his face. "And pride's kinda our thing. And people call me arrogant. Look at you."

He sounds almost bemused.

[asideglance]

Japan forces himself not to yell at that new addition of lye, instead gripping at his leg with his free hand. What was the point of this? Torture? His words weren't anything important. They were... hypocritical. Annoying.

Honestly, acting as if they had anything in common. (In Japan's opinion, they were nothing alike.)

"China-san struck me first." Now he was sounding childish too, but he didn't even note it, narrowing his eyes further and trying to pull his arm back. "I may have pride, but I am not arrogant."

After all, to be arrogant would have to mean that he was exaggerating... He throws another punch with his left hand. Who cared if it wasn't working. He promised he wouldn't just sit there and take it...

[libertyfuckyeah]

"You don't think you're arrogant? You think determination will drive you to win anything?"

His voice is barely at a whisper. He didn't want it to come to this. Sickness rolls in his stomach like waves of acid at the thought that it's come to this. That he's letting it come to this sentiment even after everything- or maybe because of everything? His throat was still slit, it's just them- so it's not as bad as he was in the actual war, right?

America has to convince himself of this so he can live with his actions.

"Do you really think you're winning now?"

More lye splashed across Japan's throat, particles hitting the skin of his cheek just under his eyes. He holds Japan's other hand in his grip now, uses his knees to pin Japan to the ground.

America watches the man burn under his grip and, in the heat of the moment (much to his disgust) is satisfied with himself.

[spiffingtea]

And like a parent who had just caught a child misbehaving, a shocked, infuriated tone rang out from the door of the observatory.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're playing at?!"

To England, it was fairly obvious from the start that he was up to something. England sort of knew that casual, suspicious look of America as he'd exited the house and wandered off to the end of the road. It was only flicking through a few messages on the communicator did it click.

Shit.

And when he'd come across what was going on...

He looked, wide-eyed, at America, and looked horribly, horribly, disappointed.

And this is the shortest remark ever.

[asideglance]

"That--..." Whatever he had intended to say was interrupted by the burning and being pinned. He heard England's voice next, but he couldn't see him... Wincing and struggling under America, his anger focused on him more than the new country on scene.

"Get off!"

[libertyfuckyeah]

America snaps out of whatever feelings or thoughts he has, jumping as though he's been shocked at the sound of England's voice. All the smirking creepiness melts away, replaced by surprise. Still pinning Japan down though.

"E-England?!"

Wow. How is he going to explain this one.

[spiffingtea]

England spends a few moments in utter silence, as though letting the sight before him finally sink in his head. When he glares, right at America, it's like his eyes have flashed red. HE IS ANGRY.

He starts moving further into the room, and his tone tenses.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? Haven't you fucking done ENOUGH to him? WHAT the hell do you think you're accomplishing?!"

He could. just not believe. the stupidity. of this child.

[asideglance]

"England-san," Japan spoke between wincing from his spot on the ground, still struggling to get up. It was useless... And maybe help would get him out of the situation faster. But... He was stubborn, even while in great pain.

"You do not have to be here." A cross between 'this isn't your fight' and 'it's okay'... Though he doubted England would just leave.

[libertyfuckyeah]

"I-I, uh, I was, not, um..."

The explanation had been so clear before. Japan needed to learn the price of his actions, needed to remember that you can't look into the eyes of a friend(?) as you slit their throat and expect that you're above retribution (or damnation?).

A lot to say, but all he manages is a sigh. America pulls out a water bottle full of vinegar and pours it over the searing skin.

"To neutralize it," he says to Japan.

Somehow he manages to look England in the eyes. Somehow he manages to wear his typical, slightly clueless expression. Somehow he manages to repress any emotions.

"It's complicated."

[spiffingtea]

And do you know what England does?

He rolls his eyes.

"It's 'complicated'? What the fuck is complicated? Putting yourself at his level is complicated? It sure fucking isn't."

After everything he'd seen America go through, after everything America had tried on him, England might come off as a little puppy following his every needs, but there was no fucking way he was going to take any shit from this child. If he couldn't learn how to do things right, then fuck.

"Because by the looks at it you're just being as bad as him. You do enough to him in his future, and do you know that he knows how much you regret it afterwords? Would you even believe me when Japan told me what he did was a fucking mistake? You're both being stupid to think that using violence is going to solve a fucking thing. You know that yourseelf, America, and if you haven't now you certainly fucking do in your future. And Japan will learn it the hard way."

He. Is. Angry. Have I said that yet?

[asideglance]

There's relief at the vinegar. Enough that he sort of just lies there. But England's words are only adding to his irritation now. As bad as him, huh? Was he really viewed as such a monster by all of the nations?

"Ah, but England-san," It's clear his voice is bitter, but he attempts to sit up, sighing and managing the smallest smile. Not a normal smile...

"He is a hero. Isn't that it?"