[AMERICA] Retrospective meeting in Fifty-Three

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 50px; padding: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1;] "What the hell is wrong with me..." With a facepalm, she closed her phone, twitching to herself at the fact that she was lured because of food. Great, she thought with only a wry smile on her face as the brunette nation walked briskly while looking for his place. Last time she was here, it did not went well but it wasn't all that bad considering America was as nice as always, if not a bit loud. Maybe she was not giving him some slack from their last meeting, but Philippines, Gabriella Santos, decided that whatever he did to her back then, she's starting to regret hanging out with him after she got her independence. Half-heartedly, of course. She won't say it, but Alfred's someone she could rely on most of the time. "Geez! Now I have to explain to my boss why the hell I have to visit him!" She mumbled to herself, scratching the back of her head while walking the streets leading to his house. He promised that he'll buy her some McDonald's since she started to grow to like them (Burger and fries, especially) but maybe also just to catch up outside the Conference room since most of the time, he's busy with the G8 while she settled herself with her ASEAN brethren. "Well, it's not really that bad," Gabriella told to herself. "I mean, he'll buy me burgers and fries, and I'm sure he doesn't mind me visiting on short notice." The female nation paused, as if thinking, before she added with a sigh upon her arrival at the front of the powerhouse nation's house. "... I should have brought aspirin." Without further ado, Philippines looked around as she pushed the doorbell and waited patiently for him to come and invite her inside. Worse thing's worse would be her kicking in the door and charging inside but she's in a foreign territory so might as well keep to her good status. "AMERICA! WHERE ARE YOU?" Sort off. [/style]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:100px; height: 220px; border-right: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; border-bottom: 2px solid #7b7b7b;]TIMELINE: Present[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; border-bottom: 2px solid #7b7b7b;]TAGS: AMERICA[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; border-bottom: 2px solid #7b7b7b;]NOTES: This happens after their lovely phone conversation[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; border-bottom: 2px solid #7b7b7b;]CREDIT: BY RIMY FROM BTN! [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]MCDONALDS MCDONALDS[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1124.photobucket.com/albums/l572/karkat-vantas/Axis%20Powers%20Hetalia/Alfred%20F%20Jones/Americaicon15.png); float: left;] [/style] Alfred wasn't actually expecting Gabriella over so soon. He invited her out for McDonalds, and she expressed her interest, but he wasn't expecting her to come over straight away. Nevertheless, he was planning on going out for a bite to eat himself. Contrary to popular belief, he didn't just eat fast food. He had quite a wide palate, and could enjoy almost any food that was set in front of him. He had a particular weakness for home cooking. However, fast food had a special lure in that it was just that - Fast. Alfred was never one known for his patience, and fast food played on that big time. Alfred changed out of his Captain America pajamas and into jeans and a t-shirt, an outfit more suitable for heading out of the house. As he exited the bathroom, Tony shot him a look that was all too clear to him. "Aww, don't worry Tony, I'll bring you back something good. I know how much you like their McNuggets!" The little gray alien, apparently satisfied by this, wandered off into another room, while Alfred made a mental note to get an extra 20 pack of McNuggets to bring back. The blonde nation was in the midst of grabbing his signature bomber jacket when he heard the doorbell ring. Slipping on his bomber jacket, he looked toward the door in curiosity. Who could it be? As mentioned before, he wasn't actually expecting anyone straight away. "AMERICA! WHERE ARE YOU?" So it was true - He wasn't the only one who couldn't resist the lure of McDonalds. "COMING PHILIPPINES!" He quickly slipped his hand into the pocket of his jacket, making sure that his wallet and cell phone were inside. Once he deemed that he was ready to hit the town, he strode over to the door, pulling it open and stepping out. "I wasn't actually expecting you over here so soon, but you had perfect timing! I'm just about to go to Mickey D's!" Alfred didn't bother locking the door behind him as he started to stride away from his porch - Tony was still inside, and on the off chance that someone did try to break in, Tony would scare them off easily. "C'mon, I'll give you a ride!" Not even waiting for a response, Alfred set out for his car, swinging his keys around on the tip of his finger and whistling excitedly. [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: GABRIELLA/PHILLIPINES | WORDS: 417 | NOTES: NONE[/style][/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:100px; height: 220px; border-right: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 30px; line-height: 32px; letter-spacing: -3px;]TAKE A DIRTY PICTURE FOR ME ![/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 50px; padding: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1;] Wincing at the unexpected reply ("Should have told him about room voice, damn it...") from the blonde-haired Nation, Philippines was surprised at seeing him out of the door already- she was expecting he's still in his nighties and all- as she blinked a bit before processing everything in. With his signature bomber jacket and all, he didn't seem to wait for her to answer when he said he's willing to give her a ride. Well, she thought with a small sigh, she doesn't mind walking a bit but this works too. "What can I say," Philippines voiced out, mildly sarcastic but all for fun. "I blame you for that influence, Alfred." Normally, Gabriella was go with walking instead of taking a ride to any vehicle (gas price, knowing today's economy) but the brunette decided that maybe it wasn't that bad to ride a car every once in a while. Though she doesn't seem to mind, the fact that she ran off from her place pronto and did not dare check the fact that the taxi she took was running too fast for comfort was starting to take a toll on her and, even if she haven't took breakfast yet, it was making her feel a bit queazy. Probably not a good sign but she needs to keep her stomach intact for her breakfast at Mickey D's... Or McDo, as she (and her people) calls it. Figures. "Oh, and you don't mind slowing down on the driving, right?" The female spoke, though behind her back she know that he will disregard her request. But here's to hoping. "I don't want to hurl in your car." She added, shaking her head before getting her head straight. "Man, remind me to drag you to my place one of these days and force-feed you with my home cooking." Gabriella said, pausing for a bit before she added, "And England. Don't forget England." That's one thing to point out. "So, how are things?" It was natural that, despite her somewhat-erratical relationship with America, bickering, scolding and all, she still cares for him and, not admitting it to him, even glad that he's taking care of her despite her personality to him. Well, they do share some similarities probably because of being under his colony back then, but she wasn't complaining recently about it. Maybe she needs to give him a break once in a while and try not to ask him for money the next time. Hey, it's the little gesture counts, if anything. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]MCDONALDS MCDONALDS[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1124.photobucket.com/albums/l572/karkat-vantas/Axis%20Powers%20Hetalia/Alfred%20F%20Jones/Americaicon15.png); float: left;] [/style] Alfred wouldn't have minded walking either, but cars were so much faster! Admittedly, he wanted to show off his car to Gabriella as well. As one might expect, said car was flashy and attention-grabbing. Alfred hopped into his red Ford Mustang convertible, not bothering to open the door and instead jumping over the side into the driver's seat. Fortunately, he landed without incident - Practice made perfect, and it wouldn't be the first time that he'd managed to do a faceplant into his own car because he'd misjudged something. Alfred couldn't help but grin as his former colony mentioned that his influence rubbed off on her. "Oh come on, you know I'm a good influence." Because going out for your second McDonalds run in one day was totally setting a great example for her, Al... His grin dropped momentarily as Gabriella mentioned slowing down his driving. "Slowing down" wasn't something that Alfred commonly did, but he'd try to comply with her request. He didn't want to clean up puke from the interior of his car, after all. Who did? A look of confusion crossed Alfred's features at her next words. "Dude, forcefeed? You don't have to do that! I'm cool with trying your food without being forced!" He stated this cheerfully as he waited for Philippines to take her seat next to him. Once she had, Alfred started up his car and backed out of the driveway. "Good luck getting England to try your food, though. He'll probably try to shove off some of his food on you...so watch out. Some of his food is okay, but you gotta look out for some of it. The last time he made steak and kidney pudding for me I spent the next several hours in the bathroom puking, his scones taste like petrified couch stuffing..." Alfred gave an involuntary shudder, although he was playing up his disgust for dramatic effect. In reality, English cooking was not as bad as he made it out to be, and his distaste for it came less from an actually dislike for the food and more out of a lingering sense of rebellion against anything British. That said, he wasn't exaggerating about the steak and kidney pudding. Food poisoning was not fun. Given her previous statements, Alfred had to admit that he was taken by surprise with the relatively casual question that Gabriella posed for him next. "They've been pretty good. Tony and I have been chilling out playing some of Japan's latest games. I've got elections coming up in a couple of months. I try not to pay too much attention to the campaign ads and all that jazz...they always give me a headache. I'll be happy when November's come and gone." He simultaneously enjoyed and hated election years. He loved seeing democracy in action, but hated the inevitable shitstorms. "How about you?" He asked, a bit belatedly as he drove down the road. Though he wasn't going insanely fast, he wasn't exactly following the speed limits posted either... [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: GABRIELLA/PHILLIPINES | WORDS: 505 | NOTES: NONE[/style][/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 50px; padding: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1;] "He could try," Philippines said with a snort, amused and- at the same time- twitchy at the sight of America's car but decided to just brush it off. "He might be more powerful than me, but you can't deny I've been eating weirder stuff." She said brightly while hiding that audible twitch on her eyebrows before she did what any normal, sane person (or, rather, nation) would do and opened the car door before closing it again once she was in. "Show off..." Was all the female said with a snort, but hanging around with Alfred made her used to it so no great loss. "No, you're not!" Childishly, she stuck her tongue out on his reply about influences before stretching her arms upward. It was rare for her to ride a convertible considering how rare they are where she live (She, IS, Philippines after all) so the young nation is taking every chance she can get to enjoy it. "Man, now all we need is shades and an open road and we could go road trip with no care!" Gabriella said, waving a hand at the thought. "But, aww~ I'm glad you're more willing to taste my cooking! I'll see if I can look for some grasshoppers, frogs and snakes for me to cook later!" She waited for his reactions, tilting her head before she quickly added with a snicker. "On second thought, I'll stick with chicken and pork." "So I heard," The brunette mused with a nod, scratching her cheeks at the thought. "I might have to wait a few more months for the import in my country, if it helps." She stated, leaning back on the leather seat and taking a deep breath to prevent herself from puking. Well, she thought, at least the world's not spinning like before. "Ah, elections." A sharp sigh. "I feel for you. Guys in the government's going haywire back home, I'm pretty sure aspirin's not enough anymore." Her frown widen as the female nation crossed her arms. "People put politics in almost anything these days, do they even consider about us, the nations ourselves?" In truth, it was all rambling from a country that was around since once upon a time, but she's trying her best to not let herself think of it too much and focus on other things. Like Economy, for example. Blinking, Gabriella paused for a bit, giving a thought on the question while scratching her chin out of habit before she managed to come up with an answer. "Pretty good," She said at first. "Somewhat." Another pause before another sharp sigh escaped her mouth. At least where they are going, she could eat as much as she can to forget that she ever bother with the little 'lump' on her life as the personification of a nation. "Airplane crash, conspiracies, the usual. And probably the thing me and China are arguing about, but I think it's just another typical day." As much as Philippines is all smiles and jokes outside the conference room, there are some things that really made her re-think her position as Philippines and pray that things will smooth itself out as the years go by. Or, in her own opinion, until she loose it and have to fix everything and anything around her by force. Not that she's planning to by herself, but.... [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]MCDONALDS MCDONALDS[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1124.photobucket.com/albums/l572/karkat-vantas/Axis%20Powers%20Hetalia/Alfred%20F%20Jones/Americaicon15.png); float: left;] [/style] Alfred shrugged lightly. "True. Still, be on the lookout for food poisoning." He didn't think he'd go anywhere near steak and kidney pudding again for at least a century... In response to Gabriella calling him a showoff, Alfred just grinned. "Not my fault I got the moves." Because that didn't completely prove her point at all... He was pleased to see that she enjoyed his car, seeing as he was quite proud of it himself. Hearing Gabriella's comment about a road trip, Alfred arched an eyebrow with a smirk. "And who said we can't?" It was a grin that hinted at the idea that Alfred wasn't just making talk. He was actually considering going on an impromptu road trip with Philippines. He proceeded to blanch when she mentioned cooking grasshoppers, frogs, and snakes. He was willing to try a lot of food, but grasshoppers and snakes weren't at the top of the list by any means. As for frog? Well, frog legs were pretty decent, but then again, they did taste an awful lot like fried chicken. He supposed anything would be good fried though. Even grasshoppers and snakes, now that he thought about it. Nevertheless, he was happy with chicken and pork as well. "Go with chicken and pork." He informed her, still wondering at the idea of eating fried grasshoppers and snakes. Maybe he would be willing to try them after all. Alfred failed to note any signs of motion sickness that Gabriella might be exhibiting, between keeping his eyes on the road and carrying on a conversation. He smiled at Gabriella's words concerning elections and politics. "Everyone has different ideas about what's best for their nation, and some of them get REALLY passionate about their ideas. I'm all on board with that, except that things usually get dirty. They're not happy just arguing with each other, they have to try to beat each other down into the mud. That's when it starts getting crazy, and I start getting migraines." The blond shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Only two more months to go..." He listened as Gabriella informed him of what was going on at her place. "Oh yeah, I heard about that. Wasn't one of your government guys missing in that crash?" He thought he recalled hearing something like that on the news, but he could have been wrong. He had a tendency to pay more attention when the news was about him anyway. Hearing the comment about China, Alfred let out a snort. "What are you and Yao arguing about this time?" [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: GABRIELLA/PHILLIPINES | WORDS: 443 | NOTES: NONE[/style][/style]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid #645269; width: 180px; height: 380px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2EO2a.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase;]like life with no regrets[/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #645269; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] "Woohoo~!" With her motion sickness completely gone and forgotten- it was one of her better qualities to recover quite quickly- as she stretched both hands up in the air, Philippines was anything but sour at the idea. "After buying our food, let's just go on a road trip! I could really use to stretch my legs once in a while." Philippines chirped, her spirits high. A snicker escaped her lips at the sight of the male nation about her chosen palette of food, making mental note to serve it to them without telling them actually about it. "I have you know, our ethnic part of my people eat worms and beetles and they're not complaining!" She said with a mock stern to the blonde, index finger batting at him as if she was scolding a child. "Alright, alright, chicken and pork it is." Gabriella sighed with a wry smile, but her mind is still being a mischief about adding the 'secret' ingredients without them knowing. Hey, what they don't know won't hurt them, so pretty much they'll thank her for it, if not complain that her cooking's more bizarre than Engand's. Still... "A...ah?" And, with that, she nearly caught off from the politics topic as she opted not to think about them when not doing any work. She (among with most of her people) are well-known to focus more on having fun and taking it easy when not behind the desk or doing menial work, and would like to keep it that way. However, there are times that she can't avoid such talks though she's not complaining loudly about it. To most, really. "It always does." She said blankly, as if she rather not care about it even if she does the slightest. "Good luck to you, I got next year's elections to take care. Hopefully, I won't be hearing any explosions or anything similar like the last time." It was a foggy memory but she do recall something happened around a month before election came, and she likes to keep it that way... the not-recalling thing, that is. "He's actually dead." Though her tone of voice sounded casual as if she was only talking about her backyard and the worms, the mild ponder look on her face made her statement anything but casual. "He was a good guy, one of the better people in the Philippines, very loved by most people." She paused, scratching her cheeks at the thought. "Remind me to thank England sometime later about the help in locating the wreckage, the family would want to do so, but boss reckon I should do it instead in their stead." Gabriella took this moment of silence, taking in the scenery around her while contemplating a bit more about what's going on. "Oh... what we're arguing about?" She forgot about that (too bad she can't forget about it). "The usual; ownership of the Spratly Island." Just thinking about it makes her cringe because Yao could be very persuasive and the fact that he is MUCH more older than her made it harder for her to fight back. "But, seriously, just thinking of it makes my blood boil a bit for him, but it's something I need to do by myself; if you get involve, he might just think I'm actually taking the bait." She shook her head, as if removing such memory off of her head, especially the memory about a heated argument with Yao that ended with more than just a sore throat. "But, hey! You know what? All this thinking is making me want to eat more! Don't you?" Nice way to avert the things to something else. Nice going, Gabriella. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - timeline: present muse: dee tags: America notes: New template, go! credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]MCDONALDS MCDONALDS[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1124.photobucket.com/albums/l572/karkat-vantas/Axis%20Powers%20Hetalia/Alfred%20F%20Jones/Americaicon15.png); float: left;] [/style]"Then it's settled! We'll grab some Mickey D's and then hit the road!" Alfred was excited now. He wasn't even sure where they were go to on their road trip, but that didn't matter. That was part of the thrill, in fact. He would just drive to his heart's content, until they hit a place where Philippines decided that she wanted to stop. In addition to the thrill of going on a road trip, he had to admit that he was eager to show Gabriella around. He was fairly certain that there were plenty of places in the United States that Gabriella had never laid eyes on in her life, and who better to show her the ropes than America himself? "Just not something I'm used to is all. I've tried frog legs though and those aren't too bad!" Alfred piped up cheerfully. He failed to note the wry smile on Gabriella's face that may have hinted that she wasn't telling him everything about her cooking. Not that it mattered. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? ...right? "Thanks." He responded to Gabriella's well wishes. "I'll pull through it. I always do." His regular smile was back on his face, and he looked considerably more relaxed. "Let's hope they go well for you next year too, Philippines." He couldn't help but wince a little as Gabriella revealed that the 'government guy' that Alfred was referring to had actually perished in the plane crash. "Aww man, I'm sorry to hear that." He wished he could say or do more, but there wasn't really much to say. He would offer his aid, but it sounded like Arthur beat him to the punch. "Will do. That was pretty cool of him, helping you out. Don't tell him I said that, though." Alfred winked. "Ah yeah, the Spratly Islands." Alfred vaguely remembered his Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, announcing that they supported a 'regional solution to the dispute'. That was two years before, however, and Alfred wasn't even entirely aware that the debates were still going on. "Well hey, if you need my help mediating anything, I'm always here." Alfred stated cheerfully. There sure were a lot of island disputes recently, between the Senkaku Islands and the Spratly Islands... Fortunately, Alfred easily fell for Gabriella's change of subject, aided in no small part by the fact that they were pulling into the McDonald's parking lot the moment that she said it. "We're he-re!" He called out in a sing song voice, pulling into a parking spot across from the door. This time, he exited the car the regular way - Kind of hard to do a backflip out of your car when there was another car parked right next to it. [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: GABRIELLA/PHILLIPINES | WORDS: 483 | NOTES: NONE[/style][/style]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid #645269; width: 180px; height: 380px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2EO2a.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase;]like life with no regrets[/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #645269; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] Maybe seeing her past colonizer made her smile, a silent understanding that he experienced the same thing she did years ago made her think that maybe despite that actions and nature of his that, deep down, he's just another country suffering and in need of helping hand. Back then, nations colonize and engage in war, fight to win and become stronger. That's the case today, but not as severe as back then and she knew what he had been through as he knew what she have been through. All in all, they're just the same deep down; nations. "I'll live." Was all she said with a knowing nod, already aware of what will happen for the next year to come. All else fail, she'll have to interfere once again, but hopefully things will be a lot easier compared to the previous years. "It's alright," Philippines said solemnly with a nod. "What happened, happened. But yeah, I won't tell him." It was as painful to her to talk more about it as it is to the family despite the somewhat-cheeky grin she showed to him just now, but she like to let it slide in hopes that, in the future, it would be resolve one way or another. What bothers her are the motives, and she's trying her best to get to the bottom of this. If there is a sabotage going on... well.... "I'll keep that in mind." Knowing the young nation... Once again, she was pouting, but not before giving him a playful slap in the back and muttering something close to the word 'show off'. "Thank God, you got out the way us sane people do!" She said with a mock annoyance, raising both hands for emphasis. "How the hell you do those things? I would do them, but I don't want to break a leg like last time." Another repressed memory of her wanting to prove to America that she can do it which ended her with a leg cast after landing in a wrong angle after that backflip. Not as agile as last time, so she blame it on food. Not that she get the heart to do so. "Quick~! Quick~! I want a burger!" That switch of nature earned her some look as the brunette nudged the taller nation towards the restaurant and urging him due to the line. "If I don't, I won't live to see another day! I can't survive without a nugget shoved down my arteries every five minutes!" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - timeline: present muse: dee tags: America notes: The last part is from that episode in The Simpsons..... Hahaha... haha. credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]MCDONALDS MCDONALDS[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1124.photobucket.com/albums/l572/karkat-vantas/Axis%20Powers%20Hetalia/Alfred%20F%20Jones/Americaicon15.png); float: left;] [/style]The corners of Alfred's mouth quirked up a little. "I know you will." It didn't mean that he didn't still wish her luck. He had every intent on helping her out if she needed it. As one of her former colonizers, he felt that it was pretty much his duty to step in to help her if she requested it. Then again, he felt that it was his duty to do that a lot, and it wasn't just with her either. Alfred laughed as Gabriella slapped him playfully. "Well, I didn't have much of a choice, did I? Not unless I wanted to put another dent in that truck next to us." He would take any opportunity he could to show off, but that was pushing it a little much. He liked to actually have some room for his stunts. He shrugged as she asked him how he pulled stunts like that off on the first place. "It's all a part of being a hero! Haven't you read the comic books? Maybe I should give you hero lessons when we're on that road trip...I think you have what it takes to pull it off! You could be my sidekick!" Uh-oh, now she'd gotten him on a roll. The taller nation didn't mind the nudges, and in fact picked up speed when he heard Philippines urging him on into the restaurant. Fortunately, the line was only a few people deep, which meant that they would get their fixes soon enough. Nevertheless, Alfred was never one known to be patient (or to be very still), so he bounced a little on his feet as he waited in line. Between that and Gabriella's quote about nuggets, they were sure to get a few odd looks, but Alfred didn't care all that much. It was fun, and maybe others would get amusement out of it too. The duo finally reached the front of the line, and the cashier at the counter grinned at Alfred. "Hey Al! Brought another friend today?" Yes, Alfred frequented this McDonalds enough that most of the workers knew his name. Of course, they didn't know what he actually was, but they did know that he was a regular, and occasionally brought friends with him. Some of the friends looked excited to be there, others looked as though they'd been forced, though the workers could not help but note that almost all of them were foreigners... "Sure did! This is Gabriella. I'll let her order for herself what she wants, but I want a Big Mac...nah, make it two Big Macs, a large fry, an apple pie, and a large shake. OH, and a 20 pack of nuggets." Alfred leaned over to Gabriella. "Tony'd have a fit if I forgot those." [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: GABRIELLA/PHILLIPINES | WORDS: 483 | NOTES: NONE[/style][/style]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid #645269; width: 180px; height: 380px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2EO2a.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase;]like life with no regrets[/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #645269; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] "Really?" And, indeed, Philippines did a double-take while pushing lightly the blonde-haired nation towards the counter to see that he's right about the truck. "Man, I wish I could drive a sixteen-wheeler someday." She said with a whistle. Well, she did manage to drive a truck, but only a small, moving truck and that's because she pressed on helping a random family with moving to their new home and the driver's not around. It was a nice experience. "I'm sorry," She said with a snort. "I'm not as great as you are, but I'm sure my 'ghost' friends will say otherwise." Total bluff; she may be aware of the ghosts and folklores here in her place, but that doesn't mean that she's pretty comfortable with them. Especially with that White Lady and that freak that can split the body in half. "Er... I mean..." Yeah, not a good thought. "Hey, I don't want to be the sidekick! I want to be the female heroine like Wonder Woman or Catgirl!" The brunette nation said with a thump on her chest for emphasis. Pause. "Ignore the breast comparison. Please." That was an awkward thought in her part. As soon as they arrived at the counter, Philippines peeked from the larger nation's back as she gave a friendly wave and that ever-common friendly smile of hers that she usually have when World Conference, meetings, paperworks and calamities are in no concern. "Hi there, it's nice to meet you!" She said with a cheerful tone on her voice, glad that Alfred decided to use her human name than her actual name as a nation; if her boss got wind of what she's doing, who knows what she'll do. "Ooh, right!" She exclaimed as he explained to her about Tony and his nuggets. When it was her turn, Gabriella didn't hesitate to hold herself as she immediately pointed to the Burger McDo meal. "I want three of those, Large Twister Fries, A Sundae Coke Float, and an Apple Pie." Did she mention that she was craving McDonald's lately? No, not really, but the point was there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - timeline: present muse: dee tags: America notes: The second one after the White Lady is referred to the Manananggal, a monster that looks like a female that can have their body split in half.... yeah, Google it or something. XD credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]MCDONALDS MCDONALDS[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1124.photobucket.com/albums/l572/karkat-vantas/Axis%20Powers%20Hetalia/Alfred%20F%20Jones/Americaicon15.png); float: left;] [/style]Alfred grinned at Gabriella's comment about driving a sixteen wheeler. "I'm sure we can work that out." He winked at her before their conversation continued on. Why did Philippines have to go and mention ghosts like that? As it was only a mention, Alfred was able to control the sudden shiver that went through his spine, and hopefully Gabriella was none the wiser that her words generated any sort of negative reaction in the larger nation. Instead, he focused on her next words and his response to them. Alfred was a little surprised when Gabriella piped up that she didn't want to be the sidekick. However, her next words caused his eyes to brighten up. "Okay, you can be the heroine, just so long as I still get to be the hero!" Unless one was referring to a large team of superheroes, such as the X-Men, Avengers, or Justice League, there was usually only one hero. Heroines, however...heroes and heroines could work together. There could easily be both a hero and a heroine! Yes, Alfred was thinking in terms of comic books for this instance. He realized it was a bit silly, but at the same time, it was all in good fun, so why not? Alfred noted Gabriella pointing at her chest and heard her next comment, losing himself to laughter. "How can I do that when you're the one who brought it up in the first place?" Oh, she'd brought it upon herself now. She should have known better than to give him an arsenal for his teasing. The cashier smiled and nodded at Gabriella, mildly surprised at how much the girl ordered. "Jeez Al, she eats almost as much as you!" Alfred's began to laugh once more at this. "Yeah, well, she learned from the best. Can you add a 6 piece of nuggets? Tony's got me craving them now." It wasn't as though McDonald's was a rare treat for Alfred, but if he had a craving for something, he usually acted upon it. The cashier nodded and, with a chuckle, told Alfred the total. Alfred quickly dug his money out of his wallet and handed it over. The cashier processed the money and handed Alfred back his change before handing Alfred a cup for his drink. "Can you wait here for the food? I'm gonna go fill my drink." Alfred slipped away for a few moments to fill his McDonald's cup with ice cold Coca-Cola. When he came back, it looked as though Gabriella was still waiting at the counter. Alfred tore off one end of the straw wrapper in his hand, placing the uncovered end of the straw onto his mouth and blowing the remaining bits of wrapper at Gabriella with a grin. "So, where do you wanna go after this?" [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: GABRIELLA/PHILLIPINES | WORDS: 482 | NOTES: NONE[/style][/style]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid #645269; width: 180px; height: 380px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2EO2a.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase;]like life with no regrets[/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #645269; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] She was oblivious at the brief scare America experienced about the ghosts, but with the Halloween, she can't help but mention them here and there; surely, there will be a LOT of those tales on her place and in the news, no less, and she'll probably just going to laugh herself silly especially since 1/8th of it was her doing. Well, what they don't know won't hurt them, right? "Of course," The brunette said in a sing-song tone. "You can be the hero!" Her aspiration as a hero's not as big as America's, though, but it's still there thanks to him and her reasons are actually quite as tame and innocent as he is so there's no difference between the two's wishes in the end. She do want to help her people, but she also want them to learn that she's not there all the time to help their every needs. "And it was involuntary," she insisted about her slip. "If you're a girl, you'd be conscious with your figure as well!" Another cough. Another giggle from Gabriella when the cashier commented about how she eats as much as America, but she shrugged it off since she deserves every bit of eating food such as McDonald's. "I could share the payment," Philippines said from behind his back, peeking at the price with a childish pout. "Sure, leave them to me!" She said with a wave, waiting patiently at the line for the food while he fills up the drink. In her place, they just serve the drinks but in here, the customer serves their own drinks. Gotta keep that in mind, she thought with a nod. "Anywhere!" In reality, she doesn't care anymore which where is which or where do they end up, as long as it's as far away as possible. "I need a break," She admitted with a mild irritation, taking a whiff when the burger was being serve first before the other foods. "Place is not getting any better, getting too noisy so I need to get out for a while. Can't we just go blindfold and point at a random direction on where we are going?" She paused for a bit, arms crossed before her coke float was finally served and took the drink, licking her lips at the sight of the perfect blob of ice cream on top of the drink. "Unless you have something in mind, I want someplace where we can just blast the car radio away, enjoy the wind on the road and pretty much just go unwind." It was a bit abstract of a description coming from her, but nobody can blame her for that. "Still, maybe you know a good place we can travel around without much of a problem?" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - timeline: present muse: dee tags: America notes: dee credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]MCDONALDS MCDONALDS[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1124.photobucket.com/albums/l572/karkat-vantas/Axis%20Powers%20Hetalia/Alfred%20F%20Jones/Americaicon15.png); float: left;] [/style]Alfred was looking forward to Halloween as well, even if some aspects of Halloween did scare him more than he wanted to admit. He beamed as the smaller nation confirmed that he could still be the hero. It sounded as though they had a deal then! "Good, now we just have to go out and find some crime to fight!" Alfred hit the palm of his hand with his fist, causing a few people to look at him with a raised eyebrow, yet most of them were amused. The blond waved his hand as Gabriella offered to split the costs. "Don't worry about it. This is my place, I'll cover the costs for ya." The cashier shot him an odd look, not knowing what he meant by 'his place', but deciding not to question it as she placed the food in front of Alfred and Gabriella. As it turned out, because they'd ordered so much food, they needed two trays. The cashier also handed Gabriella her drink, which had to be made behind the counter as floats couldn't very well be made at a fountain. Alfred picked up one of the trays (trying to take the one that looked like it had the most on it) and carried it off to a table near the window. He slipped into the seat and began to unwrap his hamburger, taking a bite before proceeding with their conversation. He grinned at the smaller nation's suggestion. "I like it! You're good at this, Philippines. Then again, you did learn from the best." Alfred puffed out his chest a little, with a large grin on his face. He was glad she'd opted to come over. This was going to be a lot more fun than it would have been if he'd just gone for a quick McDonalds run on his own! Alfred sipped at his Coca-Cola as he listened to Gabriella add further input on the subject. Swallowing at the next pause, Alfred grinned. "Nah, nothing particular in mind. We'll just pick a direction and go!" Alfred fidgeted a little in his seat, wanting to enjoy his food yet eager to hit the road. He was about to stuff a few fries into his mouth when Gabriella directed an unexpected question at him. "Well, we should probably stick around the east coast." Alfred laughed. That was actually quite vague, given that his east coast was far larger than the east coast of most other nations. "We don't want to stray TOO far, especially with Tony waiting for his nuggets. I don't want him to get antsy and start abducting people to kill time or something. Hopefully the video games'll keep him occupied enough." It was fortunate that Alfred didn't go into further detail on his 'alien buddy', considering the couple at the table nearby was already giving him odd looks... [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: GABRIELLA/PHILLIPINES | WORDS: 489 | NOTES: NONE[/style][/style]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid #645269; width: 180px; height: 380px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2EO2a.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase;]like life with no regrets[/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #645269; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] "'Course I do, I learn from you!" ...And I just like winging things up, is what she would have added, but she'll just keep her mouth shut on that. Not that she's inflating his ego, but he did say that he'll pay for the two of them. Instead, she only snicker in delight at the blonde's reaction, nodding as he talked once more. Next to Spain, in which she treats him more like an uncle or a dad than anything, America's like that new person living next door that decides to let himself known and therefore forces himself to someone's life (whether they like it or not) until you get used to him in the long run, a bit of a fighting and 'stop annoying me' here and there but other than that they're fine. Yeah, she mentally thought to herself, part of her mind registering what he said while the other part wandering somewhere out there. Still, she really like how they treat each other like comrades and friends, and like to keep it that way. Maybe she's not sure if he likes someone, not that she wanted to know, but it would be funny if she can tease him a bit about it just for fun. Yep, this is pretty much the best thing that happened to her life as a country more than anything else... maybe asides her complete Independence, but still worth being with him to count on. "Wai-what?" Fortunately, she manage to catch on with the conversation enough for her to know what he's talking about. Barely. "Well, we could take some of the food while we're on the road, can't we?" She asked, tilting her head a bit. Watching Alfred starting to chomp on the fries, Gabriella decided to eat one of her burger, taking a good bite out of it after she unravel the food from its wrapper, and chewed while listening once more, this time not letting her mind wander off like a while ago. "East Coast sounds fine," The female nodded slowly while taking another bite. "Oh, right, the nuggets!" Another chuckle from Philippines while her mind wander off once more, this time about Tony. Least it's better than those ghosts and other beings in her place, she swear one of them is hell-bent on revenge to her. "Better than suddenly appearing inside your car and scare the hells out of you, that's for sure." Philippines said in a off-handed tone, as if talking about the weather. "I mean, seriously? That Lady needs to stop pining for her lost love and move on to the other side instead of scaring me and the people whenever we are in Balete Drive at night. Really appreciate that she doesn't kill people, but she is doing it involuntarily." She didn't mean to scare the guy, but sometimes it just goes out and watching people's reaction about how... 'weird' those beings in her country are tends to give her a good humor. Somehow. "Great. Video games. Still blame the last video game I bought in your place for the sleepless nights." The statement was merely her joking and making light-humor out of it, surely America knows how she enjoys being the fun-filled, humorous and good-nature female that she is outside the walls of work and World Conference, right? Right? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - timeline: present muse: dee tags: America notes: I.... it's almost Halloween. credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]