*CHANNEL BREAK*
England: Hmm. It's a cold dark land here in dreamland. The wind blows in my hair, leaves me with a swoosh feel of memories past...
America: Are we there yet?
England: I'm no good at poetry. *looks over at America* Oh.
America: Are we there yet?
England: We could be if you so desire.
America: Are we there yet? I wanna use my sward.
England: Son mad or knight! Why don't you stop talking and get us there faster by flapping your wings.
America: But if I did that I won't be attached to you no more.
England: *puts hand on America's shoulder* Son, that's what I've been dreaming of, dreaming for the past 40 fucking years. Cause apparently, it takes a long time to grow up. Should have thought about it with the adoption process. Now I'm 70 years old-
America: *interrupts him* I'M ADOPTED?!
*CHANNEL BREAK*
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