[OPEN] REGRETS

[style=background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1zfkf3b.png); height: 15px; width: 456px;] [/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #cb4c4c; text-shadow: #252525 1pt 1pt 0px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-top: -15px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; width: 450px;]And from the headphones at my ear,[/style]

[atrb=style, border-top: #202020 10px solid; border-bottom: #202020 10px solid; width: 450px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1zfkf3b.png); text-align: justify; padding: 5px;][atrb=border,0,true][style=float: right; border-left: #202020 10px solid; border-bottom: #202020 10px solid; border-right: #202020 10px solid; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: -5px -5px 5px 5px;][/style][style=background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/atptg7.png); padding: 5px; border: #202020 dotted 1px; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: tahoma;]It was one of those rare instances that the female decided upon herself to visit her uncle's grave especially since he was one of those unfortunate enough to be caught in the explosion and debris falling down. It was a sad day for the family and relatives, and it was definitely devastating for the woman to know that this would happen. Of course, life should go on, and there is a reason for her to survive so crying over spilled milk wasn't exactly the best option after all. Sitting in front of the grave of her uncle, the brunette female adjusted her bucket hat as she gave a giggle at such depressing thoughts before she resumed eating on her home-made sandwich that she decided to prepare among with the orange juice in the flask, planning to spend the whole day in the cemetery since she's currently on holidays. It was a bit inappropriate to spend the yuletide in a grave but she couldn't help it; it was the least she could do to preserve her uncle's memories. "Well," Abigail murmured, taking another bite from her sandwich. "Looks like you'll be having me till afternoon, uncle!" She said, another bite before she took a drink on her flask. She wasn't too sure what else to do around, probably roam around a bit and look at other people's graves to see if anyone else died the same fate as her dear uncle, but the brunette female was sure that she'll definitely try not to have these memories bring her down. Who knows, she might see someone around- a kindred spirit or someone similar- and it might cheer her up a bit, enough to probably bring her to a conversation mood. Hopefully nothing that can damper her positive nature the least. location: Cemetery somewhere tags: OPEN notes: Feels. Nuff said. music: Headphone Actor by IA credits: rinne of ote, dredg[/style]

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[STYLE=border-left: #ff0000 1px solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 400px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; border-radius: 0px 0px 50px 0px;]Alfred enjoyed interacting with his citizens. Most he could not maintain contact with for long, or else they might notice his lack of aging. Most mortal humans he spent a lot of time with were those in his government and/or military. There were exceptions, of course. There were celebrities that Alfred found himself rather attached to. There were even regular citizens that Alfred befriended, though very few of those learned his identity. It was one of the few things that Alfred usually kept his mouth shut on (which, given how big of a loudmouth Alfred could be, was saying something). He knew that he could trust Abigail with that information. She might not work for the military or government, but she'd met Johnny a few years before. A few years later, she showed no intention of revealing who Johnny was. Alfred felt safe disclosing what he was knowing that she'd likely keep up her silence. He took a stroll through a cemetery in New York. He'd opted to spend time in the area for the next couple of weeks, and was staying in a nice hotel room in Manhattan. He liked being in Times Square for the ball drop. He spent a lot of his time in Washington D.C., and his permanent home was located in the area, but it was not unusual in the least for him to bounce around his land, staying in different places for a certain period of time. He paused when he saw a familiar looking hat. Of all the cemeteries he could have cut through on the way back to his hotel, he cut through the one that the girl he was just thinking about was in? What were the chances of that? Apparently pretty high when they kept turning up in the same areas. The nation moved closer, stopping a few feet away from where the girl sat. It appeared as though she was enjoying a meal with her uncle. It struck a chord with him, reminding him of his own visits to the graves of certain early presidents. Some of those men were like family to him, especially the first few. He could not help but chuckle lightly as she informed her uncle that she'd be gracing him with her company for the rest of the afternoon. That was familiar too. "Hope he doesn't mind a little extra company!" He took a few steps forward after announcing his presence. "Or is three too much of a crowd?" Leave it to Alfred to crack jokes in the middle of a cemetery.[/style]

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[atrb=style, border-top: #202020 10px solid; border-bottom: #202020 10px solid; width: 450px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1zfkf3b.png); text-align: justify; padding: 5px;][atrb=border,0,true][style=float: right; border-left: #202020 10px solid; border-bottom: #202020 10px solid; border-right: #202020 10px solid; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: -5px -5px 5px 5px;][/style][style=background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/atptg7.png); padding: 5px; border: #202020 dotted 1px; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: tahoma;]It took her by surprise that the female did not expect to hear that voice- that same voice that reassured her years ago that things will be fine, the one who personally welcomed her as one of his own despite her nationality. Immediately, she finished the minuscule of the sandwich on her hand with a pop on her mouth as she turned around and graced him with the smile of hers. She wasn't the type who would meet anyone- may they be male or female, old or young, humans or nations- without a smile and it was something to expect to those who knew her long enough to be aware about the brunette female. "Oh, I didn't know you'll be here!" Abigail said with a friendly wave after standing up and dusting her behind before doing the same to both of her hands. "Knowing Uncle Bill, he wouldn't say no to his favorite niece even if Auntie told him that I'm not suppose to bring home stray cats." She giggled, amused at how her wish of a conversation with someone living came true. "Man, Uncle, even when you kicked the bucket ten feet on the ground with the worms, you still know how to send down help for me!" The female added as she looked up and gave a salute to the sky, as if her uncle was up above watching her. Returning her attention back to the blonde male, the female adjusted her hat as she picked up the basket where her food and drinks are placed, pulled out a sandwich wrapped neatly in a clean tissue before placing it to the male's hands without even asking if he wants one or waiting for any of his reply. "On the house," Abigail explained, fishing for a bottled water she decided to pack just in case she decided that she had enough of juice. "I got the feeling you'll be here for a while so I took the initiative to hand you some complementary food and dri- Ah, here we go!" Pulling out the water, she hand it to him before fishing out for another sandwich and opened the wrapper before taking a bite on her snack. "Auntie makes the best bacon-and-cheese sandwich, so don't worry!" She chirped, grin still there. "So... I bet you're here to visit some important people you know around these place." The female spoke, looking around before turning back to her uncle's grave and gave a longing look at it. "Whenever I visit here back then, me and my uncle used to guess how people die based on the date. It was fun." She mused, tilting her head a bit as she took another bite. "Of course... I still do it, but not as much. I don't know, would have been better if he died by old age or by a car accident like my mom always tell him." Despite the mild humor and the giggle, it was evident that she, do, misses her uncle. She have to admit, talking about it made her feel a whole lot better than just locking it in and/or just talking to a grave that does not even talk back at all. Abigail doesn't mind if Alfred- as he like to be called since she promised not to reveal his 'real' identity in public- is a nation, as long as she got someone to talk to, it's fine. True, she'll feel a bit embarrassed about it later, but it wasn't too big of a deal. location: Cemetery somewhere tags: America, OPEN notes: --- music: Headphone Actor by IA credits: rinne of ote, dredg[/style]

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[STYLE=border-left: #ff0000 1px solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 400px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; border-radius: 0px 0px 50px 0px;]Alfred chuckled as Abigail talked about her uncle and aunt, a small yet fond smile coming across his face as Abigail addressed her uncle. He was happy to know that he wasn't the only one who did that, although the men and women that he addressed could usually be found in the history books. Not always, though. The blond watched as Abigail began to dig through her basket, feeling a small rumble go through his stomach. He figured he'd either throw something in the microwave real quick once he got back to his hotel room, or he'd pick up some Mickey D's on the way - so yes, he was slightly hungry. It was still a bit of a surprise when Abigail handed him a sandwich and a bottle of water, but a pleasant one nonetheless. Alfred beamed, especially when Abigail revealed what kind of sandwich he was being given. "Bacon and cheese? Awesome! Two of the best foods on the planet!" He bit into the sandwich, giving it a quick taste. It wasn't long before he was taking another bite, his verdict clearly decided. "Well, give my compliments to the chef! These are good!" He took another bite before rinsing some of it down with a mouthful of water. At Abigail's next inquiry, Alfred shook his head before swallowing the remainder of the food and water in his mouth. That way he could answer her question in more detail. "Actually, I was just cutting through to get to my hotel room. It's a lot faster this way. I got a hotel room near here so I can see the ball drop in a few days! You should go too!" Of course, he wouldn't be in his hotel room on New Years Eve, or at least he didn't plan on it. He'd be down in Times Square! Hopefully with some good company. Alfred listened with interest as Abigail explained a game that she used to play with her uncle. He again recognized the fondness in her voice, and likened it to his own feelings whenever he would visit George Washington, the man that he called 'father', or Thomas Jefferson and John Adams. He could tell that she missed her uncle, and who could blame her? "How long has it been since you last played?" He questioned, wondering just how much she played it now.[/style]

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[atrb=style, border-top: #202020 10px solid; border-bottom: #202020 10px solid; width: 450px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1zfkf3b.png); text-align: justify; padding: 5px;][atrb=border,0,true][style=float: right; border-left: #202020 10px solid; border-bottom: #202020 10px solid; border-right: #202020 10px solid; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: -5px -5px 5px 5px;][/style][style=background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/atptg7.png); padding: 5px; border: #202020 dotted 1px; color: #a0a0a0; font-family: tahoma;]A grin escaped the female's lips, knowing that she managed to help in out even if it is just by giving him something to eat. It was nice to see him grin, like how it is nice to see other people smile and thank her, and it gives her the sense that she did something good. For a change. Taking out another sandwich for her to eat, the hat-wearing female nodded to agree with his statement. "I also like bacon and cheese, especially when I put melted cheese and bacon on my rice!" Though most Americans don't eat rice (they do, but not too often), it was noted that Abigail, in the first place, is not an American by birth hence she is still attached to Japanese customs like eating rice, bowing and everything else along the line. Funny enough, she also got the habit of liking cheese and bacon to almost everything she wanted when she stay in America. Surely, they won't mind. "But yep, I also think whoever invented both Cheese and Bacon should be saluted! I swear!" She added, that jovial nature of hers appearing once more as she took a bite. "I will," Abigail said with a laugh. "But don't blame me when you suddenly find yourself being invited in our place and auntie feeds you till you grow fat!" Another laugh before she paused and added with a wave of a hand. "Unless you don't get fat..... I was expecting you to be a bit.... bony." And, for emphasis, she made a gesture of an expanded waist though she hoped she didn't offended him. Is that so, she thought with a blink but shook it off. Oh, right, she recalled, the cemetery can also work as a shortcut, though she find it a bit odd that people do that. She doesn't blame him even though she only came to America some years ago. "Oh, so you're just staying here for a while, then!" She said to clarify what he was talking about. "Yeah, I think few years of staying here made me aware about that." She said in a sing-song tone. "But it's a bit noisy so I think I'll just catch it on TV like the last year. Maybe I'll think about it." The brunette said with a mild sigh while taking a nibble to her food. "Well... if my parents would agree to let me go... but I think I'm old enough to do so." The female said, mumbling afterwards about doing her term paper in the process. "Seems a big foggy..." A light chuckle escaped her mouth, adjusting her hat but not letting it go on the rim as she gave a side glance at her uncle's grave. "As far as I can recall." She said, her thoughts lingering to the first time she met her uncle- in one of their relative's burial, but she was young at that time- where he decided to walk with her after the funeral and started to randomly ask her if she knew how this random person died and things went after that. It was a tradition for the two of them, and she stopped after her uncle's death. She paused, shaking her head before Abigail decided that she should stop moping around. "I don't know, I decided if I could try it again today," The hat-wearing female said with a grin. "Like my uncle, for example," Abigail said, pointing towards her uncle's grave. "I assume he died a pretty gruesome death while going to the loo- he never really have a good bowel movements- or while exclaiming to his co-workers that he had 'Finally decided to buy my niece a pink dress to spite her' or something like that." Immediately, she started to giggle, placing her hand to her stomach to hold on the chuckles. "I don't know... he always tells me to keep humor up when he died! Didn't though about that till recently, to be honest." She paused for a while, taking a breather from her fit of laughter, before she faced the blonde-haired nation. She wasn't doing it to desecrate the dead or making fun of them, but rather it was because of what her uncle told her; people who died do not want to see people mourn for them and would rather prefer seeing their loved ones laugh about it and enjoy their good times instead. It was all for fun, but it was also because she and her uncle doesn't want to be sad for them but to laugh and make them happy. A bit like a service, but they do enjoy that. "How about ya? How DID that guy died? Feel free to guess!" location: Cemetery somewhere tags: America, OPEN notes: --- music: Headphone Actor by IA credits: rinne of ote, dredg[/style]

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[STYLE=border-left: #ff0000 1px solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 400px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; border-radius: 0px 0px 50px 0px;]A large grin crept across Alfred's visage when he heard that Abigail liked bacon and cheese. "You may not be American by birth, but you're definitely American by heart!" He gave her a pat on the shoulder at this, making certain to hold back on his strength so that he didn't end up injuring her by mistake. "By the way, that reminds me - Why'd you come here in the first place? I mean, don't get me wrong, I think it's awesome that you picked me, but usually people come here for certain reasons. By your age, I'm gonna guess school or work?" Obviously she had family as well, as evidenced by her aunt and late uncle, but he doubted that she would have traveled halfway around the world if there wasn't something more. He didn't mind so much having this conversation with her in this location - There weren't too many people around. Alfred nodded at her next question as he finished off his sandwich. "Yup!" He proceeded to lick each one of the fingers on his right hand, making sure to get any leftover crumbs off of his hand before washing it down with an exceptionally large chug of water. "My permanent home's near D.C., since I spend a lot of time there, but I travel around a lot." Both inside his borders and outside of them. Alfred was a man...well, nation that liked to be on the move, and fortunately he had ample space to do so. "The noise is what makes it fun!" Alfred stated with a cheerful smile. It was easy to tell just by the way he acted that he would indeed have fun in such a noisy, boisterous environment. Not everyone would, though, which was something he didn't always take into consideration. The blond frowned when Abigail admitted that it had been a while since she'd played. He was tempted to put an arm around her in a show of comfort, but decided against it. Instead, he was about to open his mouth to suggest that they try playing. Apparently she had the same idea, as she began talking. A small smile came across Alfred's face, a smile that soon grew and culminated in a fit of laughter as Abigail told her story. Then it was his turn. He wanted to come up with something even more ridiculous than Abigail, to turn it into a bit of a friendly competition. "You wanna know what I heard?" Alfred stated, before lowering his voice into a whisper as if he were about to share a big secret. "I heard he died wrestling a bear. Right in the middle of Central Park!" Well, he'd certainly gone for absurd. Now what would she come up with next?[/style]

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