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"No, you see, I thought-"

"You thought? What did you think?"

"I thought... I thought I was alive."

"You're not supposed to think those kinds of things. You're not supposed to think at all."

Magic Anon: None.
Status: Living with his boss.

((Independent RP blog for Failed Revolution!America from Hetalia. He is about 14 years old and living in London.))
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God Forgive Us The Things That We Do

[He plops himself down by the river, hugging his guitar tightly and burying his face in the case. His cheeks are itching at this point with irritation from the oil and he just wants it to stop.]

'M really tired.

myevershiningsun started following you!

myevershiningsun:

suffocatedbylondonsmoke:

myevershiningsun:

suffocatedbylondonsmoke:

myevershiningsun:

suffocatedbylondonsmoke:

myevershiningsun:

*lifts his head up, letting his eyes fall upon this Alfred and he purses his lips before giving a deep frown*

.. What year is it, lad?

It’s 1851, sir. At least, last time I checked, it was.

[He lowers his eyes, squeezing them shut.]

Have I done something wrong?

.. Do not be silly. It is 1763. The great war has just ended. 

With the Treaty of Paris I was given parts of India, Canada - your brother is now under my care and Mississippi. 

Have you perhaps hit your head? 

[He seems a bit confused, but at the mention of Canada, he bristles and turns away.]

Canada isn’t my brother. And I didn’t hit my head.

.. Come again? Not your brother? 

Is this the outcome of a smaller fight? You do not lose your brother because of such matters.

Believe me.

I said he’s not my brother!

[He’s getting quite heated, hands balling into fists and cheeks turning black as oil rushes to his face.]

So stop calling him that! Call him whatever else you want, I don’t wanna be associated with him! Okay?

[And he grinds to a halt, realizing that he just flew off the handle.]

Oh- I- I’m sorry, uhh-

*he doesn’t say anything, he just keeps his head high, his eyes giving enough of a warning before he simply walks past the boy*

[He shuts his eyes tightly and grabs his bag, taking off in the opposite direction. No need to be around someone stuck in the past. He had no past, after all, and no future. There was only the present, and the present was all he had. Not this- whoever it is. That time is over for him and it’s best to lay it to rest.]

myevershiningsun started following you!

myevershiningsun:

suffocatedbylondonsmoke:

myevershiningsun:

suffocatedbylondonsmoke:

myevershiningsun:

*lifts his head up, letting his eyes fall upon this Alfred and he purses his lips before giving a deep frown*

.. What year is it, lad?

It’s 1851, sir. At least, last time I checked, it was.

[He lowers his eyes, squeezing them shut.]

Have I done something wrong?

.. Do not be silly. It is 1763. The great war has just ended. 

With the Treaty of Paris I was given parts of India, Canada - your brother is now under my care and Mississippi. 

Have you perhaps hit your head? 

[He seems a bit confused, but at the mention of Canada, he bristles and turns away.]

Canada isn’t my brother. And I didn’t hit my head.

.. Come again? Not your brother? 

Is this the outcome of a smaller fight? You do not lose your brother because of such matters.

Believe me.

I said he’s not my brother!

[He’s getting quite heated, hands balling into fists and cheeks turning black as oil rushes to his face.]

So stop calling him that! Call him whatever else you want, I don’t wanna be associated with him! Okay?

[And he grinds to a halt, realizing that he just flew off the handle.]

Oh- I- I’m sorry, uhh-

myevershiningsun started following you!

myevershiningsun:

suffocatedbylondonsmoke:

myevershiningsun:

*lifts his head up, letting his eyes fall upon this Alfred and he purses his lips before giving a deep frown*

.. What year is it, lad?

It’s 1851, sir. At least, last time I checked, it was.

[He lowers his eyes, squeezing them shut.]

Have I done something wrong?

.. Do not be silly. It is 1763. The great war has just ended. 

With the Treaty of Paris I was given parts of India, Canada - your brother is now under my care and Mississippi. 

Have you perhaps hit your head? 

[He seems a bit confused, but at the mention of Canada, he bristles and turns away.]

Canada isn’t my brother. And I didn’t hit my head.

myevershiningsun started following you!

myevershiningsun:

*lifts his head up, letting his eyes fall upon this Alfred and he purses his lips before giving a deep frown*

.. What year is it, lad?

It’s 1851, sir. At least, last time I checked, it was.

[He lowers his eyes, squeezing them shut.]

Have I done something wrong?

TO MY FOLLOWERS THAT NEVER TOUCH MY ASK BOX …
myevershiningsun started following you!

myevershiningsun:

suffocatedbylondonsmoke:

myevershiningsun:

suffocatedbylondonsmoke:

myevershiningsun:

suffocatedbylondonsmoke:

[He stops in his cleaning, turning to face the other.]

Hello, sir. I’ve been working hard, I promise.

[He swallows nervously, nearly dropping his schoolbag due to his shaking hands.]

Pardon?

*he raises one eyebrow, not sure what to think of this person*

*he looks like Alfred, but yet .. not quite*

I-

[Should he have no addressed him without being permitted to speak first? He quickly backtracks, losing what little color he has.]

Th-that is-

I mean, I know it looks-

…please don’t be mad at me, I promise I’m still working, okay?

And why would I be mad at you? Lest you have destroyed something of value while being here, I do not see a reason to even raise a finger to reprimand you. 

I am, in all honesty, surprised to see you. 

Alfred.

I mean, I’m not working right now- so- I mean, I-

[He trails off, nodding quietly.]

Sorry, I’m talking too much, sir.

Working? Is that what you are worried about? You should not be working at all.

*he frowns, confusion in his eyes - but only for those who actually look close enough*

Would you please explain to me what on earth it is you are talking about?

[He stares, wondering if this is a test, feeling anxiety begin to boil in his stomach.]

Sir, no. I really am working. You know that I wouldn’t stop. There’s- there’s no need to question it.

Of course, you can do what you want, though. You’re- you’re England.

[He licks his lips, lacing his fingers together and trying to keep calm.]

myevershiningsun started following you!

myevershiningsun:

suffocatedbylondonsmoke:

myevershiningsun:

suffocatedbylondonsmoke:

[He stops in his cleaning, turning to face the other.]

Hello, sir. I’ve been working hard, I promise.

[He swallows nervously, nearly dropping his schoolbag due to his shaking hands.]

Pardon?

*he raises one eyebrow, not sure what to think of this person*

*he looks like Alfred, but yet .. not quite*

I-

[Should he have no addressed him without being permitted to speak first? He quickly backtracks, losing what little color he has.]

Th-that is-

I mean, I know it looks-

…please don’t be mad at me, I promise I’m still working, okay?

And why would I be mad at you? Lest you have destroyed something of value while being here, I do not see a reason to even raise a finger to reprimand you. 

I am, in all honesty, surprised to see you. 

Alfred.

I mean, I’m not working right now- so- I mean, I-

[He trails off, nodding quietly.]

Sorry, I’m talking too much, sir.

cries because alfred is so adverse to canadas and i want to interact with all the canadas