First Person: [He isn’t the sort to immediately panic, so when the American wakes up, he does not immediately react too badly. Being a little slow to the uptake, he looks around curiously, trying to find out where he was. It settles in that he’s not home, and he starts to look annoyed, checking himself out for any injuries, touching his head all around and looking up his arms for any marks. Instead, he finds some sort of watch on his wrist, and after some fiddling, eventually loses interest. There is no time being displayed upon it, so no point in playing around. On the other hand, he has unwittingly activated a function he likely has no intention of utilizing, broadcasting his voice and whatever video one can see through the thing, while his arm is hanging down]
Alright guys, really funny. Where’s the cameras? I don’t got time for this, there’s work for the hero to do!
[Alfred says this with no little amount of the usual enthusiasm, a wide grin on his face even though he was nervous about where he was. Clearly it had to be another nation playing tricks on him, or else he must have accidentally signed up for some television show. He was not sure which show would really have the legal right to, for all intents and purposes, kidnap him. But he would get to get to the bottom of it eventually. Sooner better than later.]
Third Person: Being the leader of the meeting was a tough job, but Alfred figured that someone had to do it. On occasion though, the mixture of personalities clashing with each other in the confines of their meeting room was just…way too much. The other older nations were always arguing with each other, and well…he had to agree with Germany on one thing. He was sick of all this arguing. Nothing was accomplished. Even the ideas he gave which didn’t concern frivolous heroic figures were well-ignored for England and France arguing with one another, the Asians passive-aggressively regarding each other, Italy doing something pasta-related and likely irrelevant…the list went on.
He couldn’t help but be annoyed and sick of it. Thankfully, so long as he took it easy later, it was easy to deal with them. And besides, he got back in his own way. Whenever Arthur would make fun of him for something he tried to say, something relevant…well the next time it came around, he’d say something really stupid and give the man a reason to scorn him. It was fun to rile England up, sometimes the arguments weren’t all that bad. He could almost see why Francis got a kick out of it.
A small part of him nagged and reminded him that paying such attention to Arthur meant something, and that if he was smart, he’d let it go. It told him that he wasn’t going to get anything from pissing off the former British Empire that he tore himself from, and that it wasn’t fair to either of them anyway.
The American had to wonder why? Was it really so bad to be closer? They’d been close before, a stupid Revolution from centuries past…could be forgotten. Except he knew Arthur would never forget. He’d never let it go. And as he headed to his temporary hotel home, he was only proven all the more right, as his path was crossed by an irate, thick-accented, and obviously drunken Brit.
A sigh left his lips. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. And it wouldn’t be the last. That was alright, he didn’t mind. It was an excuse, he supposed, to take care of the one who had taken care of him for so long.
Re: { [CANON] Alfred F. Jones || Axis Powers Hetalia || Reserve || 2 of 2 }
Alright guys, really funny. Where’s the cameras? I don’t got time for this, there’s work for the hero to do!
[Alfred says this with no little amount of the usual enthusiasm, a wide grin on his face even though he was nervous about where he was. Clearly it had to be another nation playing tricks on him, or else he must have accidentally signed up for some television show. He was not sure which show would really have the legal right to, for all intents and purposes, kidnap him. But he would get to get to the bottom of it eventually. Sooner better than later.]
Third Person: Being the leader of the meeting was a tough job, but Alfred figured that someone had to do it. On occasion though, the mixture of personalities clashing with each other in the confines of their meeting room was just…way too much. The other older nations were always arguing with each other, and well…he had to agree with Germany on one thing. He was sick of all this arguing. Nothing was accomplished. Even the ideas he gave which didn’t concern frivolous heroic figures were well-ignored for England and France arguing with one another, the Asians passive-aggressively regarding each other, Italy doing something pasta-related and likely irrelevant…the list went on.
He couldn’t help but be annoyed and sick of it. Thankfully, so long as he took it easy later, it was easy to deal with them. And besides, he got back in his own way. Whenever Arthur would make fun of him for something he tried to say, something relevant…well the next time it came around, he’d say something really stupid and give the man a reason to scorn him. It was fun to rile England up, sometimes the arguments weren’t all that bad. He could almost see why Francis got a kick out of it.
A small part of him nagged and reminded him that paying such attention to Arthur meant something, and that if he was smart, he’d let it go. It told him that he wasn’t going to get anything from pissing off the former British Empire that he tore himself from, and that it wasn’t fair to either of them anyway.
The American had to wonder why? Was it really so bad to be closer? They’d been close before, a stupid Revolution from centuries past…could be forgotten. Except he knew Arthur would never forget. He’d never let it go. And as he headed to his temporary hotel home, he was only proven all the more right, as his path was crossed by an irate, thick-accented, and obviously drunken Brit.
A sigh left his lips. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. And it wouldn’t be the last. That was alright, he didn’t mind. It was an excuse, he supposed, to take care of the one who had taken care of him for so long.