[How did they get here? They hadn't been anywhere near an amusement park when all of this started. America's brain is fuzzy, and his veins are pumped full of adrenaline, which is the only thing keeping him from collapsing into a heap on the ground right now. His head is swimming in that way they tend to do when a person is first startled out of a dream, and for a moment, all he can do is run, run, run.
He knows he had an objective, something he and England agreed upon when they decided to yank that creep out of the dream world, but he could hardly remember what it was now. He felt as if he was looking into his own memories through a haze of cloudy water, and whenever he reached down to try and pull them closer, all he succeeded in doing was creating ripples in the water and distorting the memory more.
There's a heavy weight on his side as he's running. It's familiar. A gun. Just a pistol, but he couldn't get to any of his heavier weaponry (why?). He pauses in the middle of the way, panting, looking between a cotton candy koisk to his left and a roller coaster to his right ("Devil's Run," it was called, and how appropriate that was right now).
He sees movement, and freezes. Then he notices the messy blond hair, and a smile spreads over his face. Before he realizes what he's doing, he runs toward the figure and calls out to him.]
England..!
[As he draws ever closer, suddenly a thought, clear as day, pops into his foggy head: he hasn't slept in over a week.]
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He knows he had an objective, something he and England agreed upon when they decided to yank that creep out of the dream world, but he could hardly remember what it was now. He felt as if he was looking into his own memories through a haze of cloudy water, and whenever he reached down to try and pull them closer, all he succeeded in doing was creating ripples in the water and distorting the memory more.
There's a heavy weight on his side as he's running. It's familiar. A gun. Just a pistol, but he couldn't get to any of his heavier weaponry (why?). He pauses in the middle of the way, panting, looking between a cotton candy koisk to his left and a roller coaster to his right ("Devil's Run," it was called, and how appropriate that was right now).
He sees movement, and freezes. Then he notices the messy blond hair, and a smile spreads over his face. Before he realizes what he's doing, he runs toward the figure and calls out to him.]
England..!
[As he draws ever closer, suddenly a thought, clear as day, pops into his foggy head: he hasn't slept in over a week.]