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[2014-05-24 15:32:31 +0000 UTC]
"excelsior;"
(United States)
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# About me
❝Remember what I said;❞
France was a land, England was a people, but America, having about it still that quality of the idea, was harder to utter - it was the graves at Shiloh and the tired, drawn, nervous faces of its great men, and the country boys dying in the Argonne for a phrase that was empty before their bodies withered. It was a willingness of the heart.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
Indie APH America, historically based.
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# Comments
Comments: 491
"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you an important announcement."
Bringing back this Great American Experiment! Comment here whether for IC or OOC purposes to keep things neat, please!
"We now return to your regularly scheduled program."
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Marienne honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Alfred. He was always buried up to his neck in work and errands and coffee runs. Since all Arthur did these days was grumble about Brexit, Marienne was forced to take action. Both of them needed a little break, but Alfred was first on her list. She would make up some other excuse for the trip later. Shortly after arrival in New York, she armed herself with fresh bread and fine French wine and a small bag of pastries. The man's home wasn't far, and luckily she had an idea of where she was going in the vast urban center. Not bothering to care what time it was [probably about lunch], she stepped up and knocked on the door, eagerly awaiting the younger nation to answer in surprise.
( just gonna leave this here. maybe you'll see it before the next turn of the century 
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"Say Alfred I bet I can teach you a few magic tricks!"
"Though I don't know about it..... Do you believe in the magic in your heart?"
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* ( watches the other man from across the small table, cupping a paper mug of sugary coffee. )
* ( quirks his lips in a smirk as he takes a sip of his drink. )
" You are looking very tired today, Alfred. Overworked ? "
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"Me, overworked? Well, I'll be."
[Yes he is, and very tired in fact. But tired is normal in this present-day new normal.]
"'Nah, it's just a new look I've been trying. It's all the rage right now. Gotta work on showing those eye bags, don'cha know."
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Puddles
Welcome back!!
I always loved how your account looked tbh it was very lovely owo
Do you wanna rp?? It's okay if you don't
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ooc; ahh thank you!! I try my best gdgdh
but sure! I'd love to thread with you, do you have anything in mind?
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Puddles
No problem!!
Um,, idk exactly haha I've had no luck with finding active America's ^^'
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ooc; rifp well it does seem rather quiet!
if you'd like maybe we could start off with something more casual? anything-goes, essentially
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Puddles
Casual seems like a good idea to me! Would you like to start, or would rather I do?
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ooc; mind you start if that's okay?
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Puddles
I don't mind!! If I may beforehand, what relationship do you view Al and Matt having?? I personally view them as brothers or very close friends. I understand if you'd rather them not know each other at all since we've never rp'd before ^^'
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ooc; I see them as brothers!! or at least, having a brotherly relationship-- perhaps with their disagreements and all, but they're brothers nevertheless.
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((Nice nice!! I'll give the best starter I can))
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Matthew knocked on his brother's door, glancing down at the small bag of groceries. Maybe Alfred wouldn't answer and he wouldn't have to worry about communicating with him. Matthew was no good at socializing anyway.
"Maybe- maybe he won't answer..?"
Matthew knocked again, thinking about ringing the doorbell. He didn't like the sound of it, but he slowly reached up to ring it, pressing the button.
"Good God, don't answer, Alfred.."
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Unfortunately for him, Alfred answered.
He blinked as he took in the sight of his brother standing at the entrance; not that Matthew was any less welcomed in his apartment, but unless he missed it Alfred couldn't recall anything about his northern neighbor swinging down south for a visit.
"Oh hey-- ain't this a surprise," he said as he moved to lean across the doorframe absentmindedly. "What's brought you coming over 'round these parts?"
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Matthew kept in a groan.
"Alfred, I just wanted to visit. I brought some snacks."
He did not want to visit: Arthur had made him. Matthew hadn't come by his brother's place in so long that it was apparently a 'problem'.
"It's fine if you want me to leave. I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome."
He hadn't meant to sound snarky, but his irritation was beginning to show. He swallowed his pride, rolling his shoulders. He shouldn't be rude to Alfred; it wasn't his idea.
"May I come in?"
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He furrowed his brows upon his brother's response; all he did was ask a question. After all, he sincerely doubted anyone wanted to be around his presence at the moment-- at least, not without diplomatic concerns in mind. Brothers or not, Alfred was completely aware of their inclinations to serve their nations first. It was only natural. Unless he had said something wrong in the moment, in which case that wouldn't surprise him nowadays either.
"N-no, it's fine..." he murmured, rising from his position against the door frame and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I mean, I was just curious, that's all. 'Figured you were busy, y'know? But I wouldn't mind you coming in, it's just... erm... don't mind the mess, would you?"
His last few words were wrapped in sheepishness as he spoke; usually he did his best to keep his apartment organized and tidy, but that too was failing him nowadays.
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"Ah, merci, and I won't. My place is only clean because of Kuma."
Matthew let out a nervous laugh, feeling somewhat bad for snapping at him earlier.
"I'm sorry for being rude. Everything's been hectic with my secretary, since he got pneumonia a while back and now he's back on the team, but.." Matthew heard his voice trail off, realizing Alfred probably had stopped listening.
"Anyway, hadn't Arthur taught you manners?" Matthew teased, "don't make me stand outside all day."
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"Nah, it's fine. I get it," he replied, shrugging and waving a hand dismissively. "Stress can make just about anyone testy, y'know? I mean, of course you know. But what I'm trying to get at's that I... well, know."
After all, this was the United States of America Matthew was speaking to-- stress just came with the package. Nor was he unfamiliar with being the subject of another nation's less savory sentiments; that, too, was simply part of the experience with who he was. In most cases, he would have shoved the thought at the back of his mind-- dwelling on his errors was never something he enjoyed doing, and his usual strategy was to either justify himself or feign a lack of responsibility. That wasn't so easy to do, nowadays.
The change in tone came as a surprise, but it was more than welcomed on Alfred's part. After taking a moment to absorb it, he gave a snort as a smile of jest crept upon his lips.
"Bold of you to assume the ol' drunk's got manners." he snickered. Regardless, he moved himself away from the door frame, stepping back a bit before he pulled the door open further. "But if you're gonna get on my case about manners, 'least you can do is to keep me from waiting."
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"Hmm.. it is, isn't it?" Matthew grinned at Alfred. He watched him move out of the way, allowing Matthew to invite himself in, making sure he steered clear from stepping on any clutter. Last thing he wanted to do was damage his beloved brother's belongings.
The poor nation of Canada felt like he was warm, but that was possibly because he lived in the Northwest Territories. He was used to freezing temperatures and warm temperatures were almost foreign to him. He took of his jacket, tying it around his waist. He hoped it'd help cool him off, although the jacket was incredibly thin. He finally allowed himself to speak again, hoping he wasn't bothering Alfred.
"Do you need any help going through all of your work? I know I came by uninvited, so I figure I'd try to make it up to you, Alfi-" Matthew bit his tongue, trying not to use the childhood nickname, "-Alfred."
Matthew suddenly felt something in his heart. He, for whatever reason, knew something was wrong. Maybe he learned how to sense the mood after being forgotten about for all those years, maybe it was something he could always do. Something was wrong with Alfred, not just the fact he was a country, struggling to get its act together.
"Al, you know I'm always here for you, okay? I know we've had our disagreements and our fights, but we're still brothers. Please, don't be afraid to approach me for help. No one deserves to have to handle burdens on their own," which was something France had taught him. Then again, Matthew was a hypocrite and tended to bottle up his emotions. He was talented in hiding his emotions, even from his own eyes.
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((toma is my wifu ;0 ))
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"Alfred, I need your help with something. . ."
The British gentleman dug his fingers into the pocket of his pants, pulling out his cell phone, gesturing with a little nod of his head the other to come near. After a moment, he continued, "I need you to show me how to use this 'Snapchat' everyone's talking about. I'm getting really sick and tired of everyone complaining how 'old' I am, how I never keep up with these bloody social media trends. I know you're very into that kind of stuff, so. . ."
ooc
idk what this is but
here ya go (:
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awesome sauce ! this account is just utterly charming and amazing- i honestly love just plain historical interpretation of characters
and you seem to know the history/policies so well and that really impresses me??
also your writing on your profile is just very elegant? ahhhh your america is just god-tier
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ooc; oh gosh I just try very hard with everything I do most of the time, but I'm flattered!!! the history of the US really interests me so I try to apply everything I learned/continue to learn from my research aaah
your America is lovely tho from what I've seen! arrogant adorable boy with the world in his hands indeed aaahhh
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awesome sauce ! your hard effort truly shows !! i think you're everything i aspire to be w/ his characterization bc you write about the aggressive policies/actions mixed in with that american dream concept so well ??? and i just really admire the mix of it all and i sob everytime i read your writing for him
ahhhh thank you so much ! it means so much to me hearing that from you
my favorite young superpower :'^)))
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Ah, Christmas. The most wonderful time of year, supposedly. Alistair had to admit it had its charms. But there was also a certain level of frustration that went along with it. He had some free time from work, and decided to take a random vacation. Throw a dart at the map and buy the next plane ticket out of Britain, and away from the bushy-browed dickhead that lived there with him. Of all the places, New York City was his destination, and he gladly took it. Perhaps he could find out some ideas for gifts this year, along with the other blonde in the family: Alfred. Though, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack in this place. Letting out a heavy sigh, he pulled his scarf a little tighter, and trudged on.
After endlessly wandering the streets, on a whim, he strolled down 5th avenue, bumping into a few upper class snobs along the way. Glaring holes in their backs, he stopped to light up a cigarette. "Wonder what four eyes is up to these days," he wondered aloud, and stepped off to the side to watch the people go by. They were far more interesting to him than the luxury goods behind glass.
( whipped up from 5 minutes of research on NYC :3 )
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The chilly winter air of New York City was a welcome change from the frustrating nature his work had taken as of late; it cleared the clouds gathering upon his thoughts for just a brief moment of time, allowing him to soak up the sights around him (this city, his city, this beautiful, crazy city--). The holiday cheer had finally come, bedazzling the city that never sleeps with even more lights to celebrate the season. It was a wondrous feeling, to walk down the streets and avenues amidst the yuletide glow of the evening, and comfortable air was an added bonus too; he figured he should savor it, knowing just later in the week that a cold snap was soon to hit. Enjoy now, worry later... words that resonated with him as of late with the contemporary mood.
A flash of bright hair flashed upon the corner of his vision, causing Alfred to stop in his tracks in a moment of curiosity. It seemed familiar, and a glass in observation towards the supposed direction confirmed his suspicions. Alistair was not one he would expect to cross the Atlantic right out of the blue, and the curiosity encouraged the blond enough to approach him from behind. He caught wind of the other's words-- 'four eyes', the comment bringing a slight frown upon his lips as he placed a hand right upon the other male's shoulder.
" Well, I dunno about you, but I figure 'four eyes' ain't expecting to see you 'round here either way. " He quipped, brow arched and tone light. " What brings you over across the Atlantic? I reckon it ain't business you've got in mind. "
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Alistair had barely lit his cigarette when he felt a tap on his shoulder. The comments accompanying it brought a grin to his face and he turned to see the man behind him. "Well look who showed up! C'mere lad, it's been a dog's age since I had a chance to look at ya." He laughed a bit and patted the other man's shoulder in return, though with a bit more strength. "You really expect me to be here on business? Naw. Can't stand listening to that bawhead back home go on and on about the sky fallin' if he doesn't hold it up." He let out a heavy sigh at the memory, and took a nice long drag from his cigarette.
"In any case, I thought I might find ya here. What say we go out for a drink, aye? My treat." Already he had an arm around the blonde's shoulders, hoping to convince him. Who wouldn't take up the offer of a free drink these days? "You got any good place in mind? I haven't got a clue as to what's around here. Last time I came here, I was being dragged by the ear by that twat who still thinks himself my superior." Yet another reason he'd taken a vacation. Arthur could get bossy when he was stressed. Perhaps it came from being a perfectionist.
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ooc UM I AM SURPRISED TO READ YOU'RE NOT AMERICAN????
mainly because your understanding of american culture is so on point that?? i was assumed you were omg
(oh yea i kinda went through your info links cuuuuus im bored lmao) i really like the way you write al tho
as an american i appreciate it in a way he's so
r e a l.
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ooc; omg-- I swear I'm not, I just obsessively read and gather as much information as I can about your country because help it fascinates me too much
but aaah thank you omg I try a lot so a positive response always makes me !!!!!
anyway-- I know I don't go on here as often (technically I was supposed to have 'left' this account but you can see I'm quietly trying to bring it back lmao) but honestly we should do something sometime because I love your France meanwhile and any opportunity is !!! on my part
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ooc
thats cool! america is a pretty interesting place with a rather unique history so i can see the appeal! i guess because i'm from here it's lost on me sometimes.
of course, you deserve the praise i can tell you put a lot into it! like i said it was a surprise to hear youre not american because i was like 'dang son u get it'
oh yea man of course i'd love to write with you! i had one of your replies in my inbox but i just havent gotten to it yet i was like 'its so good but how?? to go on???'
i appreciate you saying tho haha i'm kinda the same way with france as you are with america :')
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ooc; haha, from what I read up on it really is an interesting history! not as long as perhaps the history of much older nationstates, but definitely a virulent and intense one
but don't worry about it! I'm sure whatever you do reply is going to be fantastic aaahh
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ooc
its been smth i suppose you could say haha its fun to compare america to these older places just to see the differences and similarities the way history always seem to have patterns always interests me because once you notice those trends you can tend to get an idea how things in the world are going to go. not always but its almost like a kind of a game lmao.
you know i have been DYING for a historic rp t b q h
if u wanna go ahead and do another thread too??? i wouldnt mind :')
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( /throws a potato at you
T O M A ARE YOU ALIVE ANYMORE?? )
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ooc; shhh man
shhhhhh
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( tomaaa-
are you dead? ono )
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ooc; shh man I'm around
just mostly busy and stuck on Tumblr but I'm quietly lurking about
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( Ahh okay-
I know its an idea that's been thrown around but never really
got around to
do ya mind if I send a rp? :'D )
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ooc; oh gosh I'm sorry this took a while; I'm not here that often on dA nowadays to begin with :'o
but I'm trying to see if I can get things running here again, so if you're still interested, I wouldn't mind RPing with you!
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{ Hey! It's naumast from tumblr here ♥ I'm trying out a new muse, but I recognized your name! }
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ooc; oh gosh hello there! you've found my abode on dA, surprise
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"Happy birthday lad. Try not to kill the old man this year, he's got it pretty rough already."
/Chuckles and pats his shoulder
"Old men like him can't keep up with the young people these days."
/Offers a sly grin and a fine bottle of whisky
"Cheers mate."
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( because initiative is something i'm told i need to work on so here you go toma )
Ah, yet another meeting. It was a time of countries coming together to solve a common problem, or problems. Usually America or Germany headed it, but this time England had taken the stand. And subsequently Alistair was dragged along, forced to wear his uniform and "look presentable." He never did care for these meetings though. His sleeves were rolled up and his tie was loose, allowing for his shirt to remain open at the top. He'd taken up residence underneath the oak tree that stood beside the entrance to the building, and a lit cigarette hung from his mouth as he laid there in the shade. He wasn't about to be bothered to actually attend the meeting. He'd come along with Arthur because he was forced to, but participating hadn't been part of the deal. He cracked open an eye as he heard foot steps approach, stopping just shy of the door. "Something the matter with the door, lad?"
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Well, the two of them in the same scene together certainly made quite a contrast.
While Alistair's definition of 'looking presentable' may have been on the looser end, it was evident Alfred had taken the phrase too closely to heart; with his hair neatly kept and his suit as pressed and presentable as it possibly could be, the younger male certainly bore the impression of professionalism, and just as he intended. Impressions were important to him, even if he couldn't help but question its relevance lately with the past week or so. Regardless, habits were habits, and America saw no reason to drop it anytime soon.
"Aside from it keeping me out?" he said jokingly, cracking a wry grin. "But maybe it's not the door that's the deal, here. I got to say, seeing you around here's quite the surprise."
He threw a look over at the other, blue eyes scanning up and down to affirm the reality present before him. It wasn't often that the personification of Scotland graced his presence during these meetings, after all; though, knowing his disheveled manner and the way England seemed rather annoyed moments earlier, he could only conclude it was not by Alistair's personal choice.
Absentmindedly, he wrinkled his nose for a moment. Though his nicotine addiction had certainly been at its worst in the past century, Alfred never really did like the smell of tobacco.
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ooc; whispers surprise
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( ahhhhh i love you! <3 )
"Is it now? It's been a while since I came here, so England decided he was going to drag me by the ear. He didn't say anythin' about being in it, just that I had to go. So, here I am." He tapped the ashes from his cigarette onto the ground, before replacing it back in his mouth. Most countries had kicked the habit by now, with all the people shouting how bad it was. Alistair couldn't live without it though. Until the day tobacco was no longer produced, or until he died, he could be found happily puffing away at a cigarette.
"In any case, I see bushy brows got to you growing up. 'Look nice' 'comb your hair' 'wear a tie'. Aye, I heard all these things and more. Never took it to heart, but I guess you did." Well, he supposed someone had to inherit the man's habits. And if it wasn't him, then Alfred was the next best choice.
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ooc; thank you very much oh goodness
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ooc. ahhh my gosh, sorrry my account is a mess love BUT I'm going to fix it back up starting monday if you want to roleplay I'd love to so much Hah hhh
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ooc; it's fine! I'd love to RP with you too, it'd be a great way of getting back into the swing of dA RP
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ooc. I'd really enjoy it ahhh <3
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