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[fifty]

To be made pretty later.

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[fifty]

I know, I know. [He expects England to fuss at this point.] I can handle it!

[keepscalm]

[For the first time, it seems to occur to England to ask, because suddenly his expression becomes less pompous and more worried again.] You don't have any other injuries, right?

[fifty]

Nah, not really. [He holds out his hands like a child showing off newly washed skin before supper.]

[keepscalm]

[A small sigh, which is definitely not in relief or anything, even though his face relaxes.] Good. You're already going to have a hell of a time travelling even without other wounds to worry about, I imagine.

[If the weather right now is anything to go by...]

[fifty]

Yeah, I might have to stick around near the post office and wait. [Which sucks!]

[keepscalm]

[The idea of America waiting at the post office for him is a little sad, somehow.]

You might as well look around a little more if you'll be stuck down there. Might find something interesting.

[fifty]

I guess I could try to finish going around the outside. [But the grocery store would be so far away then!]

[keepscalm]

[England looks a little excited at that idea...] If you do, be sure to draw a map! Then we can consolidate our efforts when you're done.

[fifty]

I will! It'll be the best map. A hero's map.

[keepscalm]

I wouldn't go that far. [Even though he was just talking about scarred heroes. He can't enable America's ego unless America is sad for some reason.]

[fifty]

I would!

[keepscalm]

Of course you would. [So much ego!!]