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aphanon_meme) wrote2013-08-02 08:21 pm
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part 337 christmas in july miracles
Meme! I almost thought I would never get to make a new post and say "Meme!! He updated! He really really updated! (which I'm sure most people in the fandom know by now!) In case you missed it JUST LOOK AT THIS. My goodness. A true, real Christmas In July miracle. ...... Wait it's August.
I feel silly now.
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I feel silly now.
ENJOY PART 337!
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[Tilts his head]
... Like me, for example.
[A fanged smile widens on his face, and his fingers finally spring into action.]
You claim you don't know who I am. And by extension, probably what I'm capable of. Well, that's too bad for you, because now you might be wishing you did.
[And now, you might be feeling something creepy-crawly skittering up your legs, America. We're going to start small~]
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Wh-what are you doing?
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[His smile widens even more at the nervous reaction]
The first, which I already mentioned before - What's your purpose for taking nations and replacing them... acting like then? Second - Where are the real ones? And third... Who's the mastermind?
[Oh, don't mind the spiders. They don't bite. They'll just be unintentionally tickling you~]
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[America panicked as the creeping continued up his legs, the prickling sensation maddening when he couldn't move to even scratch at it.]
I'm just doing what I was told to do! I don't know why! They didn't tell me who they were or what they were doing!
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Your body's reaction tells me otherwise.
[Might I reiterate, the tickling is unintentional. The spiders' main purpose is to scare and creep you out with their creepy-crawly-ness. The tickling is just an appreciated bonus that seems to be working well. Not that Romania's going to tell you.]
You're doing grunt work, huh? So, where are the others, then? Are they somewhere in the meme?
[America's panic was very clear in his voice even though he couldn't move but this confession was too general and vague. Romania ponders in silence ... while the spiders continue their 'assault'.]
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I don't know where they are! It's an island or something!
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You say you don't know where they are, and THEN claim they're on an island? Where even is this island?
[His eyes narrow]
You better be telling the truth...
[Apparently, Romania's mood is in tune with the spiders because their movements become more frantic. In contrast to the mood though, that only means they're going to be tickling with their spindly legs even more...]
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That's all I know!
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[He's not exactly sure why but America's squirming must mean his
tickling tortureinterrogation must be working somehow. Romania's face relaxes into a mischievous grin.]Think harder. I'm sure there still more you can tell me~
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[America struggled, trying to escape the crawling with a nervous chuckle, or perhaps it was a distressed moan.]
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[Romania frowns, wondering what to make of this revelation. He's pacing back and forth in front of America as he thinks through.]
There are many of those around. Is this a particular one?
[Meanwhile, a couple of spiders have managed to climb past his legs and start the trek up his torso...]
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[As if on instinct, America's chin starts to tilt upward as the sensation crawls up his torso like raising water, trying to stay afloat in his chair.]
End around here, I guess?
If I find that you lied to me, you'll find that spiders aren't the worst that I can scare you with~
[With a snap of his fingers, the spiders are dispelled. Except one that continues skittering around the chair. For insurance, of course]
[And with one last flash of his fanged grin, Romania turns to leave for the beach.]