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Post by America on Dec 29, 2012 1:41:16 GMT -5
America stared at Spain, his mind reeling from the whole "bi-polar" issue that seemed to be at hand here. One minute, the Spaniard was rough and mean. The next minute, he was cheerful and kind. Surely it must have taken a toll on him.
The very thought of asking questions sickened America. How was he supposed to ask them? "Hey, France, can you tell me about that evil Spain?" or "Hey, France, tell me in full detail about Spain's captivity." Nope. He was going to keep this to himself the best he could. Even if it took every last bit of effort he had, he was going to do it.
"I'm not telling anyone," he assured, somehow managing to return the smile. "We all have our little secrets inside of us, I guess." America wasn't aware if he himself had any. England probably knew most of them, but there was nothing big like this. His past was generally well-known, being a lot younger than the other nations, and he hadn't yet lived through nearly as much as everyone else had.
"There is, uh, one thing." America cleared his throat, not exactly wanting to discuss it. "I know why you created this other Spain, but don't you wanna get rid of him? I mean, he just willingly told me a secret that was pretty well-hidden from me-" And America couldn't help it when his face tightened, just imaging how England kept him from knowing the truth about his past. "-so what if he does it again?" Glancing over at Spain, America quickly added, "Not that anyone here would hold you against it, but..." He trailed off, unsure of what to say.
"I think people might get hurt knowing each other's deep, dark secrets."
People would resent England for what he had done. Hell, even America was having his doubts about the rest of England's past. It seemed hard to fathom that his boyfriend - easily irritable yet a flipping mother hen - would have ever done something as cruel as that.
He hadn't fully realized how different the world used to be.
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Post by [x] Spain on Dec 29, 2012 11:14:49 GMT -5
A little glimmer of respect shine in his eyes when America said he wouldn't tell anyone. Good, so he could at least handle keeping a secret. That was what he was mainly worried about.
However, he was a little confused as to how he knew why his other persona was created. Even he didn't know why. "Well," he started, rubbing he back of his neck out if habit. "I don't actually know why it was created, and I handle it really well. I've dealt with this thing inside me for centuries. It keeps me sane in a way. I'd be more prone to snapping at people on a daily basis if it wasn't for it." He paused to regather his thoughts when he realized he was sort of rambling. "So I guess... No. I'd rather keep it. Besides, I always make sure to get out and away from everyone before I get too far lost. The only reason you saw was because you followed me which I'm pretty sure I told you not to."
Sighing, he stretched his arms, unsurprised how tired he was. "No matter though. God always has a plan and I'm sure that you witnessing that was a part of it."
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Post by America on Dec 29, 2012 11:42:38 GMT -5
America shrugged, highly doubting that what he had witnessed was part of God's plan. It seemed to be dangerous more than anything. But Spain said he needed it, or at least that he wanted to keep it, and America wasn't going to impose on him if he didn't have to.
Although now he realized that his promise was pretty much useless, and he wouldn't be able to do what he set out to do in the first place.
"I didn't follow you, though," America announced, raising his eyebrows. "We just ended up at the same place. That's all." He nodded at that, a small smile coming to his face. No matter how cautious America felt he would have to be around Spain, he wasn't just going to tip-toe everywhere. He'd still act the same, and he hoped that Spain would still act the same (well, when he hadn't turned into his alter-ego) so that they wouldn't have to face anymore awkward situations like this one.
"So, uh..." America glanced around. "I guess we should burn these zombies and go home, yeah?" He pointed down at Spain's pants. "You were pretty rough with the zombies. It was-" He stopped, unsure how to describe it without making Spain feel bad. "Well, it was pretty bloody."
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Post by [x] Spain on Dec 29, 2012 12:15:59 GMT -5
Anton shook his head, smiling and laughing under his breath. "Yes, of course. I'll take your word that we just happened to end up in the same place~" It felt better to him not being angry at everything anymore. He always felt lighter when he returned to normal. Hopefully this time it'll last longer than it did before.
Rifling through his pockets, he found the small flask of lighter fluid and lighter that he made sure to have on him whenever he went out. "Si. Though I have a feeling Inglaterra will be happy to know a few more zombies are out of our hair."
Hearing what he did to the zombies didn't really do anything for him. "I'm not surprised. Before all this happened, I'd always go to a bullfight and worm my way into participating to vent. Plus, I've left the warehouse on my own one other time, so I somewhat have an idea what I did." He glanced away as he handed the lighter to America so he could open the fluid, and he spoke quietly, almost more to himself. "Though that doesn't mean I don't feel guilty for it..."
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Post by America on Dec 29, 2012 13:08:51 GMT -5
Hardly even glancing at it, America took the lighter, waiting for Spain to open the fluid before doing anything. Spain was right; England would be pleased that just a handful of zombies were taken down. "Eh, he'll probably just fuss at us for leaving without telling no one. You know how he is." America snorted, a fond smile coming to his face. "But, everyone else will be happy some of these guys are dead, and, deep down, England probably will be, too."
He glanced curiously at Spain upon hearing the whispered statement, and then shook his head. "You shouldn't feel guilty, you know. I mean, they're dead either way. You were able to blow off some steam and bring down a few zombies while you were at it." He scratched at his head, looking from the pile then back to Spain's messy clothing. "'Course, I'm just happy I'm not the one doing the laundry."
He grinned jokingly, wanting to do nothing more than brush everything aside and focus on getting back to the warehouse.
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