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[As soon as the feed starts it's easy to hear something is up. America takes a deep breath, tries to calm himself as he starts up the... message.]

Yao. We need to talk.

[Okay, maybe the anger isn't completely gone, but he's doing his best to control it.]

Edited 2011-12-03 07:04 (UTC)

What is it?

[He sounds calm, though he does hear the hidden anger in the other's voice.]

[Oh there's a lot of anger there, and a lot more confusion and stuff too. Not a lot is making sense right now.]

I woke up to a drunken voice mail from Ivan this morning.

[He takes another deep breath, yelling down the phone won't solve anything.]

Honestly? I just wanted to know why you thought it'd be a good idea to tell him what you did.

Oh... [Not that he's surprised the other attempted to drown his sorrows with alcohol, but he's still worried, despite America's anger.]

...
...
... Someone would have told him eventually. If not, then he would have found out on his own, aru. Besides, I tried not to say anything about the Cold War because I knew what kind of reaction it would produce. [AKA I was only trying to protect him.]

[He draws a shaky breath for a second, and the laugh that follows kind of... cracks a little.]

I don't know how much you even said or anything but. I think it was more than enough for what he could deal with.

[He pauses, going quieter.]

I'm heading to meet him now. It's going to take a few days though.

[He still sounds a bit angry though, that's probably not going to go away for a while.]

Where are you two meeting?

[He's still worried.]

...Somewhere near Goldenrod, I guess. [Pause.]

He just told me to tell him when I got there.

[There's only the sound of rustling for a few minutes, of him taking a deep breath.]

I don't want it to end up like it did back home, y'know?

[That's pretty much him admitting he's not going to slam his fist into his face when he saw him as well, so that's something he doesn't need to worry over.]

I do not want it to end the same either.

[There's some rustling as he moves his wheelchair around the room, the gear was in his lap.]

I should be there too...

[Just because--]

[Yeah, he gets that. He really does.]

It's probably not a good idea. I mean...

[He grinds his teeth together for a moment.]

He's really messed up over this. From what I can tell, anyway. [Deep, steady breaths, just to get the words out now.] So I'm not sure what's going to happen.

But I am the one responsible for this.

[More rustling, he's folding clothes into his suitcase.]

I don't care if the trains are not for handicapped people, either I will get the crutches early, or I will fly on one of my dragon pokemon, aru.

[He can hear that! Stop it China!]

Yao, no really- [He's almost going to flail, even if he can't see him.] You were right, I guess. Someone would have told him eventually but.

[And now the bad language is going to come out. Damn.] Fuck. I might not know what I'm doing, but. I don't want to risk you getting more injured than you already are.

[How did he stop being angry, anyway?]

[The rustling stops.]

...You do have a point. What good is a man in a wheelchair.

[He breathes a tiny sigh of relief.]

I just don't want you to get even more hurt than you already are, especially when you should be resting anyway.

I'm the last person he wants to see anyway. [He doesn't know that for sure, but of course he must assume things.]

My presence would only anger him further, aru.

I dunno. [He pauses at that, scowling a little.]

Did you wake up to a voicemail saying that he hated you?

Well, no. [But he must be thinking it.]

Then you're probably not the last person he wants to see.

[Which is fairly contradictory ...considering America's heading to see him right that second.

Clearly, he didn't think that through.]

It'll work out.

Probably not, but close to last.

...

[He clenches his fist. He knows why you went quiet, okay. So just.]

I'll make sure it works out.

. . .

[Still giving the silent treatment.]

[...Don't be like that. To make it easier the determined!voice will drop and go softer again.]

I'm not going to let it all go wrong this time, Yao.

[And his voice goes a liiiittle smaller.]

Trust me.

I do not know, I still feel as though I should be there, despite my circumstances, aru.

However, I would only be getting in the way, would I not?

Maybe it would be nice to have a buffer and all but. I refuse to risk it, y'know? [Slow breath as he sighs out.]

Just in case.

... [If only he weren't so weak.]

What did Yī wàn say in the voicemail? I want to know.

Edited 2011-12-05 12:29 (UTC)

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We talked for a bit so I can't remember all the details that precisely but... [He trails off, uncertain of what he should admit to.] He said he was only following orders.

I mean, I dunno how true that is or anything, but...

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