[Voice/Accidental Video] 06

[prud_englaland]

[The audio clicks on and England's voice is heard, crackling over the microphone, and the whisping rustle of paper in hand.]

Tell me, tell me, because I am sincerely curious, what sort of madhouse makes up stories that truly must be too outrageous to ever be believable!

[An exhalation, faint grumbling, and the sound of paper again.]...I mean

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[starspangldhero]

[The audio and video click on simultaneously. America peers curiously at the screen with a furrowed brow.]

What's the matter, England? You're acting kind of, I dunno, weird.

Why are you going nuts over a letter? It's just their attempts to get under our skin, I can't imagine them writing anything that upsetting.

[America shifts uncomfortably in his chair and swallows, looking away from the camera.]

Are you... are you sure you're okay?

[prud_englaland]

[England jumps, snapping his attention back to the screen, slapping the letter flat on the desk and making it impossible to read.]

What? America! What-um, what do you want?

[He stares at the screen for a beat before America's words actually register and his expression twists.]

Weird? I am not weird, don't be rude!

And nothing is wrong. ...It's not important, anyway.

[starspangldhero]

God, no need to act so nuts about it! I was just asking.

[America glares, his lips thinning.]]

You know what? Forget I even asked. I don't know why I bothered.

And you are weird. Just rewind this video and see for yourself.

Weird. Crazy. Bonkers. Insane. Bonzo. No longer in possession of your faculties. Three fries short of a Happy Meal.

WACKO!

[Video and sound click off, and the screen goes dark.]

[prud_englaland]

[England stares at the screen, his expression moving between shock and sudden and complete fury. He knows America has ended the feed. That doesn't stop him from glaring furiously at the screen.]

You stupid idiot!! Petulant, childish, immature brat! Next time why don't you actually try helping when I ask you too instead of sticking your pudgy face where it doesn't belong and torturing me with your opinions!!

Smashing plan, America, but more than likely one you're too thick to understand!

[England, face red and breathing slightly laboured, shuts the feed off before his voice can get any louder.]

[Voice]

[el_desheredado]

They're not writing to us, stupid, they're writing to their loved ones. Whoever's running this show just thinks they can make us fit into their little game.

...that's what I think anyway.

Turn off your camera, pendejo, we can all see you.

[Voice]

[prud_englaland]

[Awkward pause in which he stares at the camera and hastily shuts it off, his caustic tone coming overt the microphone a moment later.]

How would you know that you great big idiot? You're basing it entirely off your assumptions and forgive me if I find those just a little less than utterly untrustworthy.

[Voice]

[el_desheredado]

Because why else would we be getting these things? I said it was just my idea. Whoever's words you're reading, they were meant for someone. And whoever's running this place thinks this is all a great laugh.

Bit reassuring, isn't it? You're not crazy.

[Voice]

[prud_englaland]

These letters don't strike you as being just a little bit more than that? To think it's just a coincidence that letters meant for someone else still contains such a personal importance seems foolish to me.

Of course I am presuming too much about yours and can only speak from experience. I am addressed by name in mine, care to explain that?