GUYS. GUYS. GUYS!
[ No, he doesn't care if he's going to wake up everyone with this. He just looks so. excited. Like more excited than any rational person has any right to be. This is a normal state of being for America, but considering the circumstances, it may seem a little... odd. The camera gives a nice clear view of the mushroom cloud from
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With information he's heard, this is just all kinds of... odd. So he's hesitant but he'll ask.]
...America-san knows that sort of cloud?
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[ He should really be more careful about saying this to Japan of all people, but the realization hasn't hit yet. He's just completely entranced by this mushroom cloud. ]
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And hangs up... LMFAO BUT HE CAN BE ON THE ROOF IN A MOMENT. ACTION Y/N?]
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America will just
be sitting.
Watching the beauty of the mushroom cloud. ]
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...
Half of him wanted to ask. As blunt as it was, as horrible as it was, he wanted to ask... Instead he just turned to America. And stared at him for a moment. He just... was enjoying this?]
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But on the other hand, he just looks mesmerized. It takes him a moment to even notice that Japan was there. When he look up, he jumps slightly in surprise. ]
Whoa! Ya snuck up on me there! Must be the ninja feet.
[ Anddd back to staring. ]
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[There's something serious in his tone, and he completely ignores that silly moment. America really isn't taking this seriously, is he? It's... Well there are a lot of feelings.
He stops avoiding it.]
Where have you used a bomb like that?
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Oh.
Believe it or not, some things do sink in through that thick skull of his. Suddenly he realizes why he probably shouldn't be acting so enthralled about this directly to Japan. His smile drops.
(His mind is still running a mile a minute thinking about his own tests and how to improve them and where to test them and how he's going to gloat to Russia and all sorts of things he shouldn't be thinking about with Japan in the vicinity.) ]
Ah... well, I do a lot of tests, and... I mean, you know. I know you know.
[ Suddenly he doesn't really want to look at Japan anymore, so instead he starts picking at the dirty, fraying sole of his sneakers. ]
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So it just came off as cold speaking.]
America-san takes enjoyment in this sort of thing? Is it something to be watched?
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It's probably just a test!
[ The actual answer is far worse. Even worse than "they're pretty." ]
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Not really because he's moving to grab America by the collar/front of the shirt... as if that does anything, he is never lifting him again. So just. Crouching and gripping angrily, yup...]
What kind of answer is that?! It is large enough to cause worry for us here, and America-san is treating it so lightly?!
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So America stops trying to ease his way around it and launch into the conversation head-long. ]
Yeah. Sorry. You're my friend, you deserve straight answers, even if they're not gonna make ya happy. But I'm not treating it lightly! I know what these things do. I'm just...
[ He squirms, bites his lip. ]
They're cool, okay? But don't worry!
[ Here is where he makes the wrong move: he smiles. Genuinely, calmly, looking like he's trying to be comforting. ]
The only ones I really enjoy are mine.
[ Bitch be crazy. ]
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And then about not having to avoid it. Doing what he wanted. What he felt like doing. It seemed even easier to believe while he was caught in the emotions like this. Even though he preferred to keep calm... There were times when he had to make an exception.]
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FUCK YOU ASSHOLE.]
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It doesn't help that you can probably see the cloud reflected in his glasses. ~DRAMATIC EFFECT~ ]
H-huh?
[ Here is where his worry should start to grow about Japan. Only a little though. ]
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His eyes are glaring holes into America.]
..."Friends," is it? [There's a certain tone of disbelief at that, and then he just turns to leave. He had things to do, he couldn't just... watch this.
What kind of friend would do that? Any of that?]
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