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[politerudeness]

[ A. In the morning, anybody who enters 1245 Williams Road will find that Japan has disappeared somewhere- and that under the Christmas tree, there is small package with a note attached to it, which looks like the one who opened it did it in quite a hurry. He is alone in the bedroom, sitting in a corner, listening to a certain tape recorder, over

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[moemoetentacles]

I forgive you!

[politerudeness]

... Ah? I had thought that I filtered this call...

[moemoetentacles]

Did Santa bring you a bunch of screaming lobsters too?

[politerudeness]

... Perhaps... that would have been a better "gift" than.... this.

[supersizedpower]

[Since America's gift was to overhear his allies saying they only allied with him out of fear, he thinks this call is about something different. He'll come by a little later with a wrapped gift of his own and knock on the door.]

[politerudeness]

[ After looking through the peephole to check who was knocking, Japan quickly goes upstairs to bring America's gift and opens the door with it in his hands. ]

... America-san. [ he gives a small bow ]

[supersizedpower]

...Hey. I brought you something!

[He'll hand Japan the box. Inside is a Mickey Mouse watch, by the way. So thoughtful.]

[politerudeness]

[ he accepts the box- but with an almost shocked expression, or at least, surprised. ] America-san- you- you should not have. I do not deserve... something like this.

[ he doesn't know what's inside the box, but America's voice was on that tape as well, so the fact that he's is giving him a gift alone means a lot. ]

following B, action at 1245;

[lotuslife]

[tracing her hand along the doorknob thoughtfully, before she reaches up to ring the bell.]

[ooc; Vietnam is now a chiropteran, so I'll need permissions. Can she injure or kill (NOOOO ;A;) him? lmao nooo I don't want to hurt Japan but she can't control her bloodlust jdsfhfkdjg /cries. I'll have her leave if you don't want him hurt *u*/]

Re: following B, action at 1245;

[politerudeness]

[ And just like with America, he opens the door with the box containing Vietnam's present in his hands. But unlike with him, he seems far more hesitant to meet her gaze. No, he doesn't even look her in the eye, and just bows in greeting.

(Vietnam, is, after all family. She annoys and irritates and trolls him, but she is, like all of them, irreplaceable. That's why, hearing her voice on that tape recorder- as well as the rest of his family- meant something far different than that of any other nation.) ]

[ ooc; oh no, do whatever you want! permission for everything and anything short of outright killing him granted! ;u; I just... don't want him to die yet h-haha. Yet. (evilsmirk) ]

[lotuslife]

[a headtilt. a smile.] Please invite me in.

[ooc; C-CRYING I don't want to kill him okay w;A;w Can she drink his blood?]

[politerudeness]

... Of course. Come in, Vietnam-san. [ he steps aside to let her in ] Would you like some green tea, perhaps? Ah... I had intended to make a Christmas Cake, but it seems I ran out of time.

[ ooc; sure! DO WHATEVER HAHA]

[grand_theft_moe]

[It is unusual for Japan to miss breakfast. She'll knock on his door.]

Are you awake?

[politerudeness]

[ Bad timing, Chizuko. You came by just as a scream of pain from "China" was heard. The force in which he clicks the "pause" button is nearly enough to smash it. ]

... Chizuko-san. I'm afraid I'll have to ask for you to leave me to be.

[grand_theft_moe]

[She listens for a moment: The telltale clicks of a recording. So he's listening to old records from the war, she thinks.]

Alright. When you are feeling better I have a present for you.

[She walks away, doubles back, then returns with silent steps, to quietly spy.]

[politerudeness]

[ He doesn't click 'play' until he is certain that she is away, which is just about when she silently returns.

What starts playing is the end of someone's scream, and after that, a weary voice which then switches to another, which belongs an twenty year old young man at most. And then, again- an angry shout, an electric noise and a scream of pain, and then the same click again and the recording stops. Then, a sound of a fist hitting a wall- one that, no doubt, was made by the only one inside the room.

Depending on how long she will listen, she may or may not be able to hear the same process, minus the last sound, repeat all over again, with different voices; after that, it switches to a slightly different, younger one, belonging to an eighteen-year-old boy at most, a high-pitched one belonging to a teen girl, one she will be able to recognize as Vietnam's, as well as several others. Whatever they're saying, they all have the same wounded and weary tone. ]

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[peonymarket]

[Yeah, Japan, you better be sorry. How could you? How? Maybe China hated you at times, but he loved you just as much.

Knock knock.]

[politerudeness]

[ Oh, China. If only you knew how much that feeling was mutual- under all that ungrateful brattiness as a child and the betrayals and all that cold-blooded cruelty as an adult, and the fact that you are yet to experience a great deal of it makes this all the more difficult. That's why he doesn't look you in the eye when he opens the door, and instead greets you with a long, deep bow. ]

[peonymarket]

[After Japan finishes his bow, China will aim a sharp slap at his face.]

[politerudeness]

[ Even though the timing as a bit earlier than he anticipated, he was expecting a slap- or at least, a similar reaction. He presses his hand to the bruise that remains from it, thinking that he will be receiving a lot of physical attacks today, but was is he to expect? ... And still, he doesn't dare to look China in the eye. ]