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[mygodmyright]

[ knock knock knock, Marshall Street. England's going up and down the hall with an empty measuring cup, knocking on random doors. What's he after? A simple cup of sugar/baking soda/whatever. It changes with every door he knocks on. This would be a completely normal friendly neighbour sort of routine, except for the fact England's slightly

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[sancta_sedes]

[After a little bit Alessandro answers his door a crack. He looks very unsure and keeps behind the door as much as possible.]

I... I'm n-not sure if we have a-any....

[mygodmyright]

None at all?

[ pause ]

How the deuce do you bake, then? With dead flour?

[sancta_sedes]

I... I'm n-not sure, I don't m-make any of our meals and... um, w-we don't exactly have a g-g-good selection.....

[He shakes just a little.]

[mygodmyright]

[ just staring. ]

I'm sure you have something. If you don't cook, who does?

[a_thousandyears]

[England's already been to this room, but I'm sure he doesn't know that. Hong Kong opens the door and does not look at all surprised.]

Ah... I was wondering how long it would take...

[mygodmyright]

[ HOWDY NEIGHBOUR. England is the neighbour pest that never goes away ]

I didn't expect to run out of sugar so fast-- I should have stocked up last week. You wouldn't happen to have any, Cambodia?

[a_thousandyears]

It's Hong Kong, England. The good one? [Steps aside to let England in, let's get this homeless drunk off the streets.]

[mygodmyright]

Bugger, Hong Kong. Of course.

[ MOSEYING ON IN ]

Sorry 'bout that, I'm a bit tired. No one in this damn complex has a cup of baking soda to spare, can you believe it?

now lets try that when I dont fail at html

[moarcowbell]

[Opens the door and stares at him; Don't mind that he's scratching everywhere]

[mygodmyright]

Have any sugar to sp--

[ pause. that scratching throws him off ]

Are you carrying fleas?

[moarcowbell]

Among other things I believe. [ scritchscritchscritch]

[mygodmyright]

[ worlds longest pause ]

... do you have sugar, at least?

[libertyfuckyeah]

[HEY GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS.

GUESS WHO'S ANSWERING THE DOOR. He has a Southern accent and he's all sorts of polite. And he's blinking in confusion at you.]

England?

[And for the first time in forever he is happy to see you.]

I wasn't expectin' ya! Come in! Sorry, I don't have any sort'f dinner ready, but I know where Billy hid all the tea an' I can get ya some of that.

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[mygodmyright]

[ IT'S MILLER TIME. ]

Oh, Ameri--

[mygodmyright]

America.

[ any other day, England would notice the fact America sounds happy to see him. But today is not that day. He's drunk, and all he can think of is how ungrateful and stupid america is, and how much he'd love to punch him. He tries to punch him, but alas. HE SWINGS, HE MISSES, AND HE FALLS OVER. ]

[libertyfuckyeah]

[AND THIS TIME, HE SEEMS LEGIT CONCERNED.]

Are ya alright?! Hold on a sec, I'll help ya up. Smells like ya drank an entire tavern.

[He grabs one arm and slings it carefully over his shoulder, dragging England into the apartment.

He may or may not be seeing double, because there is another America standing there. And he is glaring. Fuck your life.]

Go to hell, England.

[He walks by, punches the America holding England in the face, and walks out of the room. Said America staggers a bit, but still gingerly leads England inside.]

Sorry 'bout that. I'll get ya some tea.

[bokuwadoctaaa]

['sup. I'm a talking reindeer with a big pink hat. What do you want?]

...are you drunk?

[mygodmyright]

[ sadly, England sees nothing surprising about a talking reindeer ]

Rudolf? Shouldn't you be off helping Saint Nick?

[bokuwadoctaaa]

[Excellent.]

You know about Rudolf too?! But my nose is blue, not red. And it doesn't glow.

[mygodmyright]

Every good child knows about Rudolf.

[ crouching down to get eye level with Chopper ]

Minor cosmetic detail; nothing you should worry about.