[ If anybody were to see America running around today in the Alpha District, they would notice he's covered from head to toe in pretty much every color imaginable
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[ The most unamused of looks. Congratulations, America, you managed to get blue paint splattered all across England's face and on his clothes. He growled behind gritted teeth. ] America...!
It has caffiene. It's acidic. You're still fat. [ Maybe he was being too harsh on the lad but, oh well. This is what you get for insulting his fabulous eyebrows. ]
[ --And just like that, England's immensely thick eyebrows ...thickened about three times their size. What's worse is that England could feel it. On impulse he threw his hands across his forehead, his mouth agape with shock. ]
YOU-- BASTARD! [ Why! Why are you using MAGIC against him!? Magic is supposed to be England's thing...! Fine. Let's see if this works for him, too. ]
This is worth EVERY chance! SPLENDOR; I, ENGLAND, WISH AMERICA TO BE FIVE TIMES THE WEIGHT HE ALREADY IS! AND NO MATTER HOW MUCH HE DIETS AND EXERCISES, THE WEIGHT WILL NOT COME OFF FOR TWO WEEKS!
[ WISH GRANTED. He falters slightly as he feels himself gain weight out of nowhere, most of it gathering in his stomach and chest and oh god. His clothes were immensely tight. That was also a rip I heard in his denims. It takes him a moment before he stares at England, furious for a moment until-- ]
[ O hay. Baggier clothes. Much more comfortable. He snaps England a glare, puffing up with absolute fury. And now he's tottles towards you, which looks kind of funny but-- OH GOD. AMERICA USED BODY SLAM. Who cares if violence isn't allowed in Splendor, America is pissed.]
[ Having a country with a land mass as big as America's with added weight isn't going to go down too well for this island nation. That slam sends England flying back straight onto his rump. ] Ouch! [ Perhaps he deserved that, but ... in the end it was so worth it. ]
[ He huffs a breath. Really, feeling England bounce off of him like that is really hurting his ego. He yells something incoherent before wobbling charging towards England again. I would run if I were you, England. He plans on tumbling on top of you to smush you. ]
[ The most unamused of looks. Congratulations, America, you managed to get blue paint splattered all across England's face and on his clothes. He growled behind gritted teeth. ] America...!
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You're still fat. [ Maybe he was being too harsh on the lad but, oh well. This is what you get for insulting his fabulous eyebrows. ]
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I'm not believing something an ugly, old, douche like you tells me!
[ A beat. ]
I-It isn't that fat, is it!?
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N-Nuh uh...
T-That isn't true..
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ABSOLUTELY NOT!
You're just butthurt I started telling you the truth!
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I'll show you!
SPLENDOR, I WISH ENGLAND'S EYEBROWS WERE THREE TIMES THICKER THAN THEY ARE NOW--
AND HE WON'T BE ALE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT FOR A WEEK!
[ A beat. Let's see if Splendor grants his wish. ]
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YOU-- BASTARD! [ Why! Why are you using MAGIC against him!? Magic is supposed to be England's thing...! Fine. Let's see if this works for him, too. ]
This is worth EVERY chance! SPLENDOR; I, ENGLAND, WISH AMERICA TO BE FIVE TIMES THE WEIGHT HE ALREADY IS! AND NO MATTER HOW MUCH HE DIETS AND EXERCISES, THE WEIGHT WILL NOT COME OFF FOR TWO WEEKS!
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He falters slightly as he feels himself gain weight out of nowhere, most of it gathering in his stomach and chest and oh god.
His clothes were immensely tight.
That was also a rip I heard in his denims.
It takes him a moment before he stares at England, furious for a moment until-- ]
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I HATE YOUUUU.
[ BAWLING. SO MUCH. ]
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[ O hay. Baggier clothes. Much more comfortable.
He snaps England a glare, puffing up with absolute fury.
And now he's tottles towards you, which looks kind of funny but--
OH GOD.
AMERICA USED BODY SLAM.
Who cares if violence isn't allowed in Splendor, America is pissed.]
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Well well, America ... dare I say we are even? [ He can hardly contain his snickers. You are a rainbow blob. This is the best day of his life. ]
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He yells something incoherent before wobbling charging towards England again.
I would run if I were you, England.
He plans on tumbling on top of you to smush you. ]
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