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American-MeltingPot
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[2013-02-02 21:12:28 +0000 UTC]
"~ Mix Account ~"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 613; Deviations: 19; Watchers: 255
Watching: 121; Pageviews: 17123; Comments Made: 7057; Friends: 121
# About me
DoNt ThAnK Me FoR WaTcHeS ~ Leave a Roleplay starter ~NOTE: Roleplayable versions that currently do not have journals include:
Canon!America
Chibi!America
Civil War!America
WWII!America
Cold War!America
Gakuen!America
Versions Of America
NOTE: Admin is a somewhat shy person when it comes to starting a roleplay, so it's very rare that i'll leave a rp starter on your profile unless i've gotten to know you....So please don't be afraid to leave a rp or comment on a journal~
# Comments
Comments: 2227
whoa god your page is awesome! It has so much stuff!! You just scored yourself a new watcher ;3
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//I'm going to make a 3-4 chapter of Hunter!America and Vampire!Spain as well as those drawings, since I needed some models. It'll be on my main though, so I'll link you when it's done~//
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(( Oh gosh that's cool. And I'm so sorry, I know I haven't been on much at all but things have been keeping me busy. Ill be sure to reply to our stuff when I can.))
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//It's okay and Yep~ I'll take some time since my internet has been down, though I got a tablet I'll draw them. Poses are hard but I'll try or maybe make an flash ending, that's almost the same from a game called wadanohara
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//Here's a starter, where Antonio is almost killed by teens who hate monsters. I decided to make it happen on Valentine's.//
This was bad, very bad, as Antonio was on the ground, beat up pretty badly. He wanted to make a special dinner for Shadow, and had brought some things, especially some gifts for Valentines. Weakly looking up, he saw those teens, anger on their faces as each hold different weapons. Dios mio, my body hurts so much.. Why are they doing-no how did they found out I was a vampire? I always hide it pretty well, unless my eyes... Antonio thought groaning in pain. One of the teens started to slice Antonio's back, causing him to jolt in pain. He bit his lips a bit, hearing those teens laughing, kicking him in the ribs. A small part of him wanted to show them true terror, but the rest of him didn't want to hurt them, because they're human. However it got much worst that he started to get hungry, making himself bite his own arm and not let go, so he wouldn't do anything stupid.
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ease forward this to 15 other girls:
Dear God, the sweet girl reading this is kind and I'm proud of her. Please help her live life to the fullest and bless her in her chosen field.
Now, you're on the clock. In 9 minutes something will make you happy. Please share this with 15 girls you love or more. Remember, only for *girls*. If I don't get this back, then I'm obviously not a close friend.
Now, I have a game for you, it's been played since 1977. Once you read this, you have to send it to 15 girls or more. Your next 5 days will be like this:
Day 1 - you will wake up to the biggest shock of your life.
Day 2 - you will cross paths with an old friend you have missed.
Day 3 - you will find yourself with a lot of money.
Day 4 - your day will be perfect.
Day 5 - the love of your life will kiss you.
....If you don't forward this, your next 5 days will be the exact opposite.
Don't break this. Send it to 15 girl friends or more in 10 minutes. It's not that hard.Whoever sent this to you must care about you.
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"D-Daaaaaaad!!!" Frankie yelled, running at him full speed. "Dad Dad DAD! You...you wouldn't...LIE to me. Right?" he asked, looking at him completely distraught.
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"Woah, Woah..." he held up both hands for a few brief seconds, a little startled by his son's abrupt rushing up to him and shouting, "Calm down, kiddo." Alfred's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to focus on what was being asked...oh no. That was a bit of a complex question, "Uh...What brought this up?" he tried to partially sidestep the direct question.
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"I was talking to this guy and he said that you and Daddy have lied to me plenty of times before so lying isn't actually bad and that I would lie to a stranger and so I had to break the rule of not lying and...and..." He was running out of breath. "But that guy was just making crap up, right? Right?!"
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"Woah, hang on there, bud." Kneeling down so that he was level with the other and making proper eye contact, a faint frown tugged at his lips, "What 'guy' are you talking about? Who have you been talking to?" The American's voice had grown firm, demanding an answer. He'd try his best to answer his son's inquiry in regards to lying as best he could, but found that his child talking to someone he didn't know far more important.
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((So it's actually this guy ==> blinded-wrath XD ))
He sniffled, tears starting to overwhelm him. "S-Some guy! He looked really weird and had wings and stuff! He told me all that crap and then just flew off and disappeared!" He hugged Alfred tightly, sniffling into his shoulder. "B-But you wouldn't do that to me, would you, Dad?!"
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((Lol, yeah. I figured when I read the journal and saw their comment. x3 ))
Alfred wrapped his arms around the back of Frankie's knees as he stood up; so that he was holding him. He really ought to be scolding the boy for conversing with a stranger such as that, but he didn't have it in him when the other seemed so distraught. "Frankie...I don't expect you to understand...but sometimes grownups have to tell..well, little fibs, to properly protect those that they love." He tried to explain carefully.
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Frankie gasped and looked at Alfred in shock, pulling back. "Wh-What?" he sniffled, rubbing his eyes. "You've...LIED to me?" He whimpered, sounding more and more pathetic and betrayed. "But..but you always told me not to lie to anyone! That it's bad! How could you?!" Folds arms and frowns, trying not to cry more.
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Alfred exhaled softly and simply carried the child into the livingroom, sitting down on the arm of the couch with him, "Because you shouldn't lie. However, telling a fib in order to protect someone or yourself is something that you have to decide. However, if it's the wrong decision, it may get you in trouble..." he tried to slowly and calmly explain, using one hand to try brushing some tears from Frankie's cheeks, "It's something that every person has to figure out how to handle.."
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He huffed, pushing Alfred's hand away. "Dad, how could you?!" he shouted at him. "I thought we weren't gonna lie to each other!" He scowled, looking at his dad with hurt written all over his face. "What have you lied to me about?"
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Alfred frowned as his hand was pushed away, "Don't you use that tone with me." He stated firmly, "Everything I've done is to protect you and I don't have to explain myself." No trace of a smile, just a stern expression. He was actually very uncomfortable with trying to explain the concept of lying, as if not sure what else to say. The back of his mind was still more concerned with the fact that Frankie had been talking to a stranger...
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He scowled, looking away. "...has Daddy lied to me too...?" he mumbled. "How much have you lied to me about...?" He seemed a bit defeated about the subject.
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"We're dropping this subject, Frankie..." Alfred decided with an almost weary exhale, wishing he could say something that would make his son content, but unable to think of such a thing.
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He wasn't sure how he was ever going to be able to feel better about this and just slipped off Alfred's lap. "...I'm gonna go listen to music in my room," he mumbled, slouching his way toward his room.
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"Alright..." Running one hand through his hair, Alfred sighed softly once Frankie was out of sight. How was he going to fix this...He frowned faintly. Why was he trying to figure this out by himself? With a faint mutter to himself, his mind established that Allen should be suffering these questions just as much.
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"When's Daddy coming back?" he asked, turning back to him as he neared the stairs. "Maybe he'll tell me what he's lied to me about." His frown seemed permanently plastered to his face as he scuffed his feet against the ground.
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Alfred paused for a few seconds as he looked at the large clock in the livingroom, "He should actually be here in a few minutes..." Which could really mean anywhere between 10 minutes to a half hour from Alfred's experience with the other. But maybe he'd be surprised. He found himself frowning once again, the exact expression almost mirrored on his son's as he heard the last bit of what was said.
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He opened his mouth to say something but then shut it again. "Send him to my room when he gets here," he huffed, turning and running back up the stairs to his room where he slammed the door and then turned the music up really loud.
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Alfred arched an eyebrow at the manner in which his son made demands, but knew the boy was upset and so he kept from commenting on it and instead allowed the child to retreat. Exhaling, he reclined on the couch, one hand to his face as he decided to just try to wait for Allen to come home.
((---I'm actually not sure how to go about Allen so I'm kinda embarrased and at a loss. acck--- >///< ))
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((Ummm...we can skip that part?? Time skip or something?))
Frankie laid back on his bed and listened to the loud music pounding through his room, playing his most violent game on his DS. He couldn't believe that his parents had told him not to lie but then had lied to him themselves!
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Alfred remained on the couch, hoping this prompted mood his son was currently in wouldn't last long; especially after talking to Allen. "Ugh..." he rubbed his temples, a bit frustrated.
(( Yeah -- should probably do that. ))
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((Okay, you wanna skip it forward? :3 ))
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(( Sure~! ))
Quite a bit of time later, and with Frankie still up in his room, Alfred stood in the kitchen for a few moments, arguing briefly with Allan before heading upstairs. They'd already talked, but things still felt tense. Knocking briefly on his son's door, Alfred cracked it open a smidgen before stepping through, holding a plate with a slice of cake on it. A peace offering of sorts, "Hey, bud. How ya' feeling?"
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Frankie was just playing his most violent game while listening to his pounding metal music. He barely glanced over at Alfred, though he noticed the cake. "...m'fine," he mumbled, not pausing his game. "...you talked to Daddy?"
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"Yeah..", Alfred sighed softly as he sat down on the edge of his son's bed, looking briefly at the game before setting the cake down on the nightstand beside the bed. "Can you turn down your music for a sec, kiddo?" He decided to ask, instead of just curtly doing it himself.
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Frankie thought for a moment and then sighed, pausing his game and then turning down the music a little bit. "...what do you want, Dad?" he asked, still not looking at Alfred as he fiddled with one of his action figures.
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"I just wanna talk a bit." He didn't like the idea of his child just sitting up in his room, feeling upset or troubled. Although sometimes it couldn't be helped. "See how you're feelin' so far..."
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"...I'm still mad at you guys," he said, his arms folded and his posture defensive. "I don't know how you could lie to me. And I don't know how to forgive you." He sighed a little, grabbing a stuffed animal and hugging it tightly.
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Alfred worried his lower lip briefly with his teeth before exhaling. He then wrapped his arm lightly around Frankie's shoulder, pulling him against his side, "I'm sorry, Frankie...we just didn't think that you were ready. The world is filled with grey splashes that obscure right from wrong...and sometimes you need to lie just to stay alive.." He hesitated, wondering if this was maybe a little too much, "What i'm gettin' at here, Kiddo, is that not everything is going to have a clear answer...that's what morals are for."
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He let himself be hugged and leaned against Alfred's side. He looked up at him slowly. "...morals?" he asked, not quite sure he understood what that meant. "But isn't it bad to lie...just...because it's lying? That's what I thought anyway..."
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"It's all based on circumstances..." the older sighed, wishing things weren't oh so very complicated. "I'm going to tell you right now, that lying is sometimes okay. But lying to me or daddy is not. Alright?"
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He nodded. He could accept that. "Okay, Dad." He moved onto his lap, hugging him tightly. "Sorry to be mean."
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Alfred returned the hug with a faint smile, "It's fine. You weren't mean, you were just a bit upset."
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"I didn't hurt your feelings?" he asked, still worried as he clung to his dad. He sighed a little, his little arms wrapped around Alfred as much as possible.
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Alfred pressed a gentle kiss to Frankie's forehead, "Maybe for a moment. But I know you were just upset." He made sure to hold his child closely.
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He sighed in relief and smiled a little at him. "Yeah, I didn't really mean it. I get mad and say stuff but it's not really what I mean. I love you, Dad!"
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"Ah..." *reaches down and ruffles his hair* "Sup, kiddo?"
((Pff--- I didn't know what to do. But he's so cute. ))
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*grins a little bit mischievously* Can I get the new iPhone? Can I? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?
((Lol, thanks~ And he's been getting mixed reactions, so it's okay!))
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