Posts by red canary

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i dunno if someone did this or not, but i'm just going to post this anyway! (:<

so, basically, you state where your parents or your members are from. it's okay if you don't feel comfortable answering, i'm not forcing you.

i'm just curious, though. my mom is from russia while my dad is from latvia, if you guys want to know. <3

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wow, so many different countries!

i wanted to make a poll but meh, there are too many countries and i'm too lazzy.

but this is cool, broskis! keep 'em coming!

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alright, broski! (8

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[ i know that this won't appear on your updated threads, since you're on a new account, but i'll post anyway ]

Norway raised an eyebrow, hesitant about giving Denmark any source of alcohol but he walked into his kitchen anyway, knowing that it would shut the Dane up for a little while. Lukas couldn't even hear himself think with Mathias bouncing off the walls. Lukas opened his fridge, scanning the items in it, finding some beer stuffed behind all of the items. He grabbed one for Mathias and even considered getting one for himself, but he quickly pushed the thoughts away. He shouldn't drink. Lukas gently closed the fridge shut, making his way to the Danish man. "Here, go crazy." he tossed the beer towards him.

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Arthur was confused for a moment, since he didn't know what Alfred was acting up about. But then the memories from the last time they saw each other sunk in and Arthur couldn't help but feel irritated. It's been quite a while and Alfred was still acting strangely. "Oh, nothing. You?" Arthur replied casually, pretending like he forgot about what Alfred was hiding from him.

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Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow at Alfred, wondering why Alfred was avoiding the problem. Arthur thought that Alfred could handle anything, since America was so full of himself. I guess I've thought wrong... Arthur thought, lazily resting his elbow on the table. "Why are you so nervous?" he questioned, tilting his head to one side.

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Alfred looked up as soon as the knock sounded, a confused expression crossing his face. Wait, did he just hear that or was that just his mind playing tricks on him? Alfred sat up drowsily, trying to figure out whether or not he should open the door. What if it was a murderer? It was a strange thought, yes, but you can never be too careful. What? Man up! Alfred silently scolded himself; he was supposed to be careless and energetic, not cautious and weary. Alfred pulled off his headphones, but not his hoodie, mostly because he forgot that he was wearing it. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Alfred stood up from the couch, making his way towards the door. He probably looked like a mess at the moment but he didn't care. As if he ever did.

America put his hand on the door handle, opening it just to find a familiar face. The emerald eyes, the blond hair, the bushy eyebrows. "Arthur...?" Alfred breathed, a morning voice lacing his words. What was Arthur doing in America, out of all people? "Do you need somethin'?" he asked, confusion glinting in his own sky blue eyes.

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"Oh really?" Arthur said sarcastically, holding in a chuckle. Alfred's nervousness amused him for some reason, probably because he's never seen America like this before. "Then why were you stuttering so much earlier?" he questioned.

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"Oh, er...okay, come in." Alfred stepped aside to let the Brit in, still not over the surprise. Normally it was Alfred visiting Arthur, not vice-versa. The inside of the house looked worse than Alfred. There were papers littered everywhere, the T.V. was on with the News, and his laptop was sitting on the couch, nearly on 1% battery. There was more of a mess in his room but Alfred was sure that Arthur wouldnt want to go in there. Alfred was still completely tired but he tried his best to make sure that he looked as energetic as he was before his government decided to shut down.

"But really, why are you here? You don't normally visit me..." Alfred blurted out, hoping that he didn't sound too rude. It was just so weird for Arthur to come all the way to America just for a visit. It seemed a little out of character, which Alfred was surprised he noticed, so he couldn't help but ask.

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Wait, was that Alfred who said that? Arthur never realized how arrogant and cold the American could be, since it was highly out of character. Arthur shook away the thoughts, nodding in slight reluctance, "Very well." He had done all his paperwork so he didn't have anything to do at the moment. Ugh, how boring it was to be so early.

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So Arthur came here only because his brothers were being complete assholes? It was a little sad, since Alfred visited Arthur at anytime of the day. Alfred was silent for a couple of moments, trying to figure out whether or not Arthur was telling the truth. But the Brit was a bad liar, somehow, so Alfred figure that he was lying to him. However, he decide to not press the subject, since it might cause some unwanted tension between them. "Okay, well, you can sit down somewhere that isn't taken. I'll just...er..." Alfred's voice trailed off as his thoughts wandered to how he was supposed to keep up this forced cheerful act. He hoped it wasn't for long. He also hoped that he wouldn't fall asleep somewhere in the middle of a conversation, since that would be a little awkward. Alfred sat down on the couch, willing himself not to just collapse onto the floor and never get up until his government decided to finally work again and make things easier.

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Alfred answered Arthur's first question, "Yeah, I have, just not a lot..." he chuckled nervously, hugging his knees to his chest. He slept a lot in the morning but he hardly slept at night. it messed up his sleeping pattern, as if he had a good one before, which upset Alfred a little. When Arthur's second question came, he blinked in surprise. Matthew was worried about him? Alfred had no clue that the Canadian nation actually was worried about him. "Worried...? Why?" Alfred asked curiously. Mattie hasn't said anything to him lately, maybe because he hadn't been to meetings and all that but how did Arthur know? Was Canada secretly in touch with Britain.

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Arthur turned his attention to Alfred, seeing that the American had fell asleep. Britain paused for a moment, feeling a light blush color his cheeks. Goddamn he's cute...what? Arthur was frustrated that he had just thought that. But, Arthur leaned in and kissed the other's forehead lightly, instantly bouncing out of his seat as he did so. He didn't want Alfred waking up. Arthur saw a couple of nations come in so he distracted himself with talking to them, hoping that Alfred didn't notice.

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"What do you mean? I'm totally fine...!" Alfred suddenly got defensive about what the Brit was going on about. He was fine, right? Technically, this was only Alfred convincing himself that he was okay. Alfred knew that he was acting out of character but he just didn't want to admit it. Why? Honestly, Alfred didn't know. America was silent again before reluctantly admitting, "Okay, maybe I'm not really myself..." At least someone had to know, right? Alfred hadn't really talked to anyone about it, so he was a little defensive at first.

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The meeting was starting soon, so Arthur gently prodded America to wake him up, "Wake up, America. The meeting is starting soon." The Brit said, watching as most of the nations took their seats.

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Alfred hesitated for a moment, flinching at the sudden touch but not pulling away. Now that he realized what the situation was, it didn't seem so bad from other country's perspective. But to Alfred, it seemed really important and, well, dangerous. "I know that it sounds stupid but my government decided to shut down a couple of days ago. I dunno what came to me after that, I just lost as sense of organization. Everything started to go downhill from there." Alfred admitted, now thinking that the situation sounde stupid himself. But his government was literally his source of organization and without it, he was incredibly lost.

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"Of course I have...well, not recently. This is a little new to me since I'm kinda alone in this." Alfred admitted bitterly, now growing more defensive. He felt like a girl on her period, with mood swings here, mood swings there, mood swings everywhere. Alfred, in actuality, did know how to run his country without a government but he was just paranoid about making the wrong descisions. What if he acidentally got himself in a war? What if his attempts to break up a riot went wrong? What if everything went wrong? Alfred knew that the government wasn't the best at the moment, and it wasn't the best for the past year, but he was now starting to appreciate the government being there. Now that it was shut down, Alfred felt like nothing. The Empire State Building was closed, people were losing jobs by the seconds, and more tension has grown between the states, as well as the people. In Alfred's eyes, everything was a disaster at the moment.

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Amorette bounded towards the gathering [not to mention much older than Amorette] clanmates. She was looking for something to do so this would be a perfect start. "Hello, miss, mr, and miss." she greeted politely, a habit of hers that never died out so far. The young kitten flicked her ear, waiting for the right moment to introduce herself.

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Help? Alfred was unsure about this, since he hardly took help from anyone. He could handle anything before everything went downhill. Should he accept or should he deny it? It would be mean to deny it, since Arthur had come here all the way from his own country just to see what was wrong with America. But there were many reasons not to accept as well. "Sorry Artie...I'm going to have to fly solo on this one," Alfred cast Arthur an apologetic look, as if he still wasn't sure whether or not he was doing the right thing. Alfred then forced a small smile, "I'll manage, though! It's not the end of the world....but thanks for visiting anyway, it means a lot to me." Honestly, Alfred didn't want Arthur to leave, since the Brit was good company for him and he needed some of that.

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Oh thank goodness. Alfred silently thought, not prepared to be all alone again. It wasn't going to be fun here anymore, though, since Alfred was still struggling to keep afloat through the whole mess that was going on in his country. How long has it been going on? It started on October 1st, so it's been quite a while already. It was only then that Alfred had realized what a mess the living room was. "Oh, sorry that the living room is a mess, I'll clean it up soon." he apologized, the "soon" meaning "probably whenever I decide to, which is not going to be for quite a while but who cares".