【Billdip】Restart

Bill looked down.

Under his feet was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and he could crush someone's bones with just one step forward; above his head was a purple sun, and even the clouds were an ominous black.

This is not Earth.

Bill watched as a man rushed towards him with disheveled hair and a tattered skirt with blood on it.When the man saw him, he was stunned for a moment, then anger surfaced on his cheeks, and he struggled to raise a hand:

"■■■■! You, what have you done!"

He silently raised his hand to block the woman's angry slap.The woman is well maintained, and even when she falls into the mud, she can still see her whiteness and tenderness from behind the dirt; she glared at Bill, her golden eyes were bleeding.

"You are such a..." The woman bit her lower lip until her flesh was bloody, and every word was filled with hatred, "Animal, raw."

If Dipper had been there he would have been surprised at Bill's silence.The devil has always been a master who only cares about his own pleasure. If you say one sentence, he will return ten sentences to you.When can he tolerate others being so presumptuous to him?

Bill just looked at the woman, their features were actually somewhat similar, especially the eyes.They all have beautiful golden pupils, and the arc of their eyebrows is exactly the same.

He said suddenly: "You are right, I am a beast."

The woman was taken aback.

Bill went on to himself:

"Every time I look in the mirror, I see the shape of my eyes, and I remember, you have eyes like this too. But in fact," he paused, "I can't remember your face for a long time."

Then he smiled, without the calculating hypocrisy, and without the hypocrisy of the past.There was light in his eyes.

Bill put his hands on the woman's neck, which was as thin as a lily's stem.

He smiled and said:

"It's good to see you again."

"mom."

At that moment, a flame ignited beside him, and a lily fell among the leaves.

Bill saw the woman's body fall, turning to smoke the moment it hit the ground.The surrounding environment is also gradually peeling off, from the doomsday of the second universe to a mixed consciousness space of Professor Pines style.

"Tsk."

The effect of Cupid's potion was much stronger than he thought, it could be called "pervasive", even his consciousness was affected.

"What's the name of that thing? The War of the Past?" Bill smacked his mouth, "The effect of the medicine is quite good. But..."

His eyes turned red for a moment.

"Things that cannot be controlled are better destroyed."

Bill pushed open the door of the consciousness space, and the one-eye turned back into liquid gold.

The demon rose from the depths of consciousness, and Bill saw through the young man's eyes what kind of nightmare he was in.

"Whoa, I said PineTree," Bill said in his characteristic, tasteless sarcasm, "you're holding something? Dryads? Get rid of the useless garbage."

Dipper smiled.

"you're right."

He pushed "Mabel", the girl blinked, and a withered arm fell to the ground.Like a dead branch.

"...Dipper?"

The young man was still laughing, so ridiculously lifeless, like a bum who gave up everything and wandered the streets drunk at midnight.His eyes are the purest gold, and beneath the gold is flowing black mud.

His ears are slightly pointed, his fangs pierce his gums, his wings tear his back—

"Dipper is long dead."

"Mabel" stood in front of him, gradually turning into a misty factor.She looked at him, fixedly looked at him.She was nothing more than a hallucination of potion production, a lingering nightmare for the young professor.

Her mission is over, she should exit obediently.

But when it was about to completely dissipate, "Mabel" suddenly said:

"Palo Alto to Gravity Springs is a 7 hour drive."

"You can't make it."

Then, she disappeared into the smoke.

DipperPines stared blankly at the place where "Mabel" disappeared, as if under a petrification spell, he didn't move.After a long time, he suddenly lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed louder and louder; he bent down and laughed as if there was laughing gas in the potion, laughing non-stop, non-stop, non-stop.

Mabel is Mabel, no matter which Mabel, real or not, his sister is always so kind.

Why don't you come and save me?

Because you can't make it.

She answered for him.

She had never blamed him—hadn't, didn't now, and still won't.She will never blame her brother.

He hugged his arms tightly, the devil had never felt so cold—as if he had been thrown into a deep and cold crypt, cold air was radiating from the cracks in his bones, and the ice balls rumbled through every blood vessel.

From the inside out, it was painful and cold.

Bill was silent in the back of his mind.

The boy casually slumped to the ground, sprawled in all directions, without any image at all.He inhaled a lot of potions, but what the hell, he didn't want to give a shit about anything now.

"Hey, Bill," he looked into the distance, and he could vaguely see Dipper's once immature appearance from the devil's face, "what did you see?"

Bill could actually see nothing, and since he has no entity, Dipper has no way of knowing whether he is hallucinating or not.

However, by a strange coincidence, he said:

"I saw my dead homeland."

Dipper looked up and met Bill's handsome face.They stared at each other in the depths of their consciousness, the one-eyed demon bent down, and the young demon raised his head slightly, the distance between them was getting closer and smaller; the edges were cold, the lips were warm, and their lips met. Then, ice and fire spread in between.

He could smell the blood on Bill.No matter how Bill covers up with perfume, there is still no way to completely hide the accumulated killings over the years.The smell of blood penetrated his shirt and penetrated into his nostrils.

But Alcor felt more at ease than ever.

In the depths of consciousness that no one knows, the last demons in the world exchanged a lonely kiss.

Eros slowly got up from the ground, he swayed, his head was a little dizzy, and all the mustard hot dogs with wings were flapping in front of his eyes.Cupid slapped himself twice before taking the hot dog away.

As a result, when he saw the potion smoke clearly in front of him, he almost fainted again.

When it was over, he hurriedly picked from the pile of potion survivors on the ground, thankfully the antidote was intact.Cupid quickly poured the potion into the roadside watering can, and sprayed wildly at the smoke.

Venus felt that his whole life was spent on this day. Fortunately, there was no wind today, otherwise the whole town would be ruined if the wind blows.

He angrily looked for the perpetrator.

Mabel didn't know what he inhaled and lay on the ground snoring.

The devil crawled and fell from the window into the bedroom. He was in a very bad state, panting heavily, his cheeks were flushed, and one wing was drooping listlessly.Thanks to the Woodstick Music Festival, people who have never exercised have joined the outdoor activities, and now there is no one else in the mystery cabin except him.

Dipper unbuttoned the vest and threw it on the floor. He climbed into the bathtub and turned on the cold water.

"damn it……"

He was shocked, and half of his body was submerged in cold water. Dipper shivered against the edge of the cold bathtub.

"damn it……"

He gritted his teeth and cursed again.

He put his hands on his lower body—the penis was half-hard, but it was finally softened by the cold water, and it stood up again after half a minute.It is normal to say that a man is hard enough to masturbate with his hands, but he tried for a long time...

shoot, no, out, go.

It took a while for the Five Fingers girl to realize that the size was wrong.

At that time, Professor Pines burst into foul language.

He, a 22-year-old adult man, has a 12-year-old body now.Sexual concept is very mature, sexual organs are immature, no wet dreams yet.

Then why does he shoot so hard!

Dipper covered his face with his free hand, feeling deep despair.

Cupid's potion can directly affect the soul, and Professor Pines feels the soul is being burned by fire.He managed to pull out the memory of the potion from his fast-melting consciousness... The light-colored one is pure love, the pink one is the old sorrow, the blood-red bottle...it is... the love of lust ( Love of Make).

Oh shit.

God damn erotic love.

He's a grown man, he knows what the heat means, he wants to undress and rub his hard-core cock against something.He wanted to blow off, he wanted to cum, he wanted to yell and squirt white fluid all over the soft bedding in his apartment.

But the fact is that his body can't do it.

Professor Pines vaguely thought, maybe it was because he knew what it felt like, the more he couldn't release it, the more anxious he became; people who don't know lust may just regard it as pure heat.

At this time, he hated the aging of his soul.

"Do you need help?"

Dipper heard the demon whispering in his ear.

The space is gradually distorted and deformed.People will always subconsciously label a certain space as a "safe house", where they think their personal safety can be guaranteed and they can relax without any scruples—

When Bill pushed Dipper down on the test bench, the demon couldn't help but admire:

"Wow."

This scene can really be called "bad".

The well-dressed gentleman pushed the professor onto the glass table. The professor's body was flushed, and saliva flowed down the corners of his lips that could not be closed. A few buttons of his shirt were torn off, and his whole body was pressed against the open white coat. In the struggle, Dipper knocked over a row of instruments, one or two fell to pieces.

"I really didn't expect..." Bill looked around, "You actually want to do it in 'this kind of place'."

He deliberately emphasized the place pronunciation.

Bill has never been a thing, he sighed like a dog, but his fingers simulated sexual intercourse in the young professor's mouth.He was good at torturing, digging his fingers in Dipper's fragile oral mucosa, forcing the young professor to open his mouth wide, unable to control his saliva.

Gold flashed in Dipper's eyes.

The fangs came out in an instant, Bill's eyes were quick, and he clamped the upper jaw of Professor Pines, so as not to let his fingers be in Dipper's mouth. Alcor glared at him, but there was nothing sinister in his eyes.The corners of the young man's eyes were still red, and his saliva snaked along his chin to his open neckline.

The older demon raised an eyebrow.He calmly withdrew his hand, and the halo appeared out of nowhere, binding the young professor's limbs.

Dipper hoarsely said:

"Get out."

Bill had a nasty smirk on his face, his three-piece suit hanging securely on his body; reaching out to undo Dipper's belt.

The lab attire of young people has always been very casual and comfortable.In a sense, it's easy to take off.

"Professor, do you really want me to get out?" Bill pulled down his pants, stroking his swollen lower body with his hands through the underwear.

"You here..." He leaned over, snorted and licked his ears, "It's all hard."

Dipper couldn't help but gasp.

The demon's fondling was masterful, taking care of every sensitive spot of Dipper's cock. Bill's fingertips grazed the small hole in the front of the young man's cock - through the panties, the cloth was worn over the head of the penis, not heavy, but the wet fibers pierced the horse's eye, giving Dipper a thrill he hadn't experienced before. Professor Pines' toes were curled up, the pleasure kept piling up, his back collapsed and straightened, like a bowstring stretched to the end - suddenly the young man raised his head violently, and released it tremblingly in Bill's hand.

Dipper was out of breath, and there was still a large white spot in front of his eyes.

Bill wiped his hands casually on his clothes, and he took the aluminum plate to show Dipper what he looked like now.

"Is it possible that you want to teach the students with this appearance, Professor?"

The young man's current appearance is more erotic and more erotic—the upper body is intact, and the white coat is still securely worn on the body.The waistband of the lower body was wide open, the underwear was wet, and the semen that couldn't hold it dripped down the edge of the brown outer pants. Professor Pines' mouth was a little swollen from Bill's grinding, and his eyes were slightly absent from the release.

Bill licked his lips.

He wasn't much better either, the potion was on him too.His pants had already bulged a lot, and the reason he was able to play with Dipper slowly was mainly because...he was a ControlFreak.

He unbuttoned his pants, turned Dipper over, and pressed him on the laboratory table, making Dipper face him with his back.

"Do your students know what you look like, Professor?" He aimed his penis at Dipper's back hole. Bill's size is quite objective. The young man's narrow back hole doesn't look like he can eat such a big thing. ——

"Like being fucked by a demon."

Before Dipper could react to Bill's words, he felt a sharp pain in his acupoint.

"What... FU..."

"Professors can't swear."

Bill shoved his fingers into Dipper's mouth, pressing against his tongue.The demon's other hand firmly held Dipper's waist, slowly but firmly pushing the wedge into Alcor's body.

Dipper shivered—but not from pleasure.His desire for pain subsided, and the smell of blood spread in the space.Regardless of his struggle, the meat wedge persistently entered into the unexplored body, and his whole body trembled with pain.

"Uh...uh..."

He wanted to struggle, he wanted to scold Bill, scold him bloody, make his parenting go to hell.But Bill fucked him from below, and he didn't forget to play with him from above.

Dipper felt a humming in his chest behind him. Bill grinned sullenly as the demon pulled his head back.

"Professor, do you use this thing to give lectures to students?"

Two fingers pinched Dipper's tongue out, and let go; then he snapped Dipper's head, gagging the young man's "teaching tool".At the same time, Bill straightened his back and slammed into Dipper.

This is not a pleasant experience for the great magician who has been single for 22 years.He always thought that he was a straight man, and he would never blush when he saw a man's naked body.

Not to mention that Bill is not a bit of a jerk.

He just feels pain.

The scorching cock was still thrusting inside him, and the intestines were constantly disturbed, swollen and painful.Following the movement of the person behind him, the pelvis collided with the edge of the laboratory table, and soon became red and swollen.

But after he got used to it, the effect of the potion came back.

The pain was spoiled by the potion, and he actually began to taste the sweetness from the pain.It was painful at first, but then there was a tingling sensation that stimulated the nerves. These sensations flowed to the penis along the blood vessels, and the thing trembled and raised its head.

Dipper kept being teased by Bill, but his mouth was kissing Bill.He was dazed by the kiss, and his saliva slowly flowed from the entanglement between the two.

Bill leaves his lips.

Then he aimed at a certain point of the young man and straightened his waist.

"what--"

This is a very different stimulation from masturbation. Dipper couldn't help moaning, his waist gave way, and he almost couldn't stop.

Bill grinned viciously, and he kept pounding the point, listening to Dipper's inflected moan in his arms.

The demon approached the young man's ear.

"I'm fucking you."

He thrust and thrust, fluid splashing at their joint. Dipper groaned.

"Fuck you in your lab."

He felt the body under him stiffen for a moment, but he didn't stop his movements, and the hand holding Dipper's waist became stronger and stronger, not letting the young man escape his control.

"Really let your students see what you look like now, Professor Pines."

Dipper shivered, unable to hold back his physical tears. Bill's words briefly brought him back to his sanity, but the shame only turned into more pleasure.The tingling sensation of the prostate being hit went straight to the brain along the spine, Professor Pines opened his mouth wide, and the pain turned into happiness after the body adapted.He swung his waist impatiently, trying to free his penis from the shackles of his underwear.

"Bi...Bill, untie...untie it..."

"Untie what?"

Bill dug his hands inside Dipper's shirt as he rubbed the two swollen spots on the young man's chest.The rubbing of the milk made the young man even more crazy. He puffed up his chest slightly, hoping to get more caresses.

"...Pants, untie the panties!"

"Why?" Bill swallowed his ear, biting the earball with his fangs, giving the young demon uninterrupted pleasure, "What do you want?"

Dipper was in tears from being fucked.He's out of his mind, and his penis is cramped uncomfortably; but Bill wants him to speak clearly.It took a long time for his mushy brain to understand what the devil meant.

"……shoot……"

"What to do?" The hand clamping the nipples was as hard as grabbing a woman's tits, almost holding Dipper's breasts in the palm of his hand.

"Let me...come out!"

Bill smiled, sweat dripping down the tip of his nose onto the young man's white coat—until now, Professor Pines' upper body was still fully clothed, even though his chest was about to be ruined.

"This is your conscious space, manipulate it, boy."

Using his hands, he spread Dipper's legs apart, his pants slipping off in the intercourse; Bill turned the young man around to face him. Dipper was so stimulated that he went crazy, his wings tore off the thin coat in an instant, and he bit the demon's shoulder hard. Bill shivered from being bitten, growled, and sprinkled hot cum deep in the young man's shaft.

The laboratory dissipated like foam, and the intercourse figure fell into the soft bedding.

No white coats, no lab benches.Two naked young men lay in the middle of the bed.

Bill poured two glasses of water from the head of the bed.

"Well... it looks like this is your apartment in California?"

Dipper lay down and took the water glass, and responded with a simple "hmm". Bill looked around the room.

It was the first time he had seen Dipper's apartment in its entirety.Although I have glimpsed it in Dipper's memory before, those are always the tip of the iceberg, and this is the first time that I have been personally on the scene.

The decoration style of the room is the simplicity that modern people are used to.The overall color is milky white, and the bed is probably the most expensive thing in the house - but judging from Bill's vicious vision of selling gold for many years, the most is 800 knives.The shelf at the door looks like IKEA goods.There are pots of green radishes on the window sill and on the refrigerator.

It can be said to be quite ordinary.

"...I didn't expect that the second safest place in your mind would be this."

Dipper was drinking water when Bill said this, and spit it out.

"This is the place where I lived with my own salary for two years anyway."

Apart from Stanford and the Mysterious Cabin, this is probably the only place that can give him a sense of security.

After all, he was here before, watching the sun rise and set by himself countless times.

Dipper still has signs of sex on her body, with red and swollen nipples and bruises around her waist. Bill wasn't much better, and Dipper's final bite was pretty deep, not wasting the devil's good teeth.

Gold dealer Bill scoffed.

"Poor ghost."

Dipper didn't even lift his eyelids, and directly smeared his wings.

He crawled out of the bed, and the sheet slid down his back, revealing a slender and beautiful waistline. Dipper was naked, and got out of bed with his smooth and beautiful butt pouted; he didn't fold his wings, his two bat wings drooped behind his back, and the inner membrane was faintly glowing with blue light.

The white and unclosed acupuncture point slowly flowed out, and Bill could appreciate the beautiful scenery he had created without having to look at it.

"Do you want me to carry you into the bathroom?"

Bill said lazily.

This time it was Dipper who laughed at him:

"You want to go into the bathroom and have another shot, rogue."

Bill rolled out of bed, the large weapon dangling between his legs as he moved.

"why not?"

Fucked pussies are much easier to get into. Bill aimed his cock at the slightly inflamed opening and slowly pushed it in.

He pats Dipper's ass.

"Relax, your reaction is worthy of a virgin."

Dipper tried to devour Bill's thick cock - and he rolled his eyes while he still had time.

"Please figure it out," he clenched his teeth, trying not to let his legs go limp, "how big is that thing of mine."

For ProfessorPines, who opened meat for the first time, Bill's model is indeed a bit too "majestic".

The shaft was all squeezed into the back hole, and the heavy pouch slapped Dipper's tender buttocks.The young man exhaled. He was just about to relax, but unexpectedly, the hand supporting the edge of the bathtub slipped, and Bill's genitals rubbed against the sensitive point, and Dipper cried out directly.

"Big?" Bill shrugged, he sucked the young man's breasts, and made the already unsightly breasts red and swollen; he asked inarticulately, "Does this thing fuck you? You're the first of all my bedmates to complain about the size."

Dipper screamed lewdly at him, he was still too young—young in every sense of the word.It can't be compared to Bill Cipher's bedmates who are all over the world, and they go crazy when they are sucked on their tits.They made love in the bathtub, and Bill's cum was brought out, and more hot water was pushed in; Dipper felt like his whole intestines were soaking in hot water, and he was being raped by hot water.

"Bill...Bill, slow down...too fast..."

In answer to Dipper, Bill fucked harder and harder.

"I have to say, PineTree," Bill said as he spread his wings—his wings on the back, right up to the shoulder blades, bigger and stronger than Dipper's, with a golden lining—but The rudeness is completely different from the gesture, "Compared with lectures, your mouth is better than making a bed."

Dipper felt himself being overwhelmed by the tide of lust.

He had never experienced sex of this intensity.No, he hadn't even had sex before.Thinking of his 22-year-old great magician sleeping with someone for the first time, playing in the office and playing in the bathroom, his body is so weak that it doesn't look like his own, and his whole body is almost supported by the foreign object in his body.The body was completely under the control of Bill, and he could only fiddle with Bill, swinging his waist greedily under the devil.

Barely regaining consciousness, he stared at the face of the demon. Bill had taken off that ridiculous hat long ago, and his blond hair was wet and a few strands stuck to his forehead, softening his overly aggressive handsomeness.

Bill has too sharp edges and corners, and when he smiles at people, he can't stop the danger of the seductive eyes.His whole body is covered with "Iambitch" labels, even if he is buried in a crowd, he can be seen at a glance.

Dipper thinks that the type he likes is Emma Watson, and Bill has a sex change... probably Charlize Tyrone, not to mention pure and pure, and there is a Mississippi River.

He reached out and brushed the hair from Bill's face.

The demon slightly opened his right eye.

This was a novel experience for Bill.He will kiss and even perform oral sex with his bed partner, these are embellishments in sex; but they will not touch each other's cheeks with their hands.

Doing so will not make each other feel good. They are a relationship between flesh and flesh, so they don't need such tenderness.

He paused the movement below him, with some doubts, letting Dipper hold his face.He felt the young man's fingertips twitch.

Dipper still had Bill's eyepatch hanging from his finger, and he dropped it, licking the demon's hollow eye socket.

"hiss."

Bill took a breath, and Dipper didn't stick his tongue in, just traced along the bone.

The scene looked eerily disgusting.The handsome young men rubbed their ears together, and the thinner one kissed another young man's eye hole, his genitals came in and out under him, and every movement brought out the whiteness left before.Bat wings that do not belong to humans unfolded behind them. They hugged each other tightly, their fangs pierced each other's lips, and saliva and blood entangled and exchanged with their lips and teeth.

Dipper thought, indulge, just indulge yourself once.

Forget the salamander, forget Stanford, forget the blood and feud.Empty your mind, let yourself be dominated by lust, and just scream and cum is enough.

Bill adjusted his position, his cock reaching unprecedented depths. Dipper opened his mouth, the scream was swallowed by Bill, his throat was blocked by his tongue, the two mouths of his upper body and lower body were invaded at the same time, Dipper had the illusion of being penetrated in a trance; the young professor hugged the demon's neck tightly, and the black The nails left long bloodstains on the opponent's back.

Obviously consciously, obviously making love to Bill's soul, but Dipper still has the illusion of suffocation.A white light flashed in front of his eyes, his acupoints convulsed, and his desire reached its peak at this moment.

The shower was still spraying water, and the water droplets wrapped in the dim light of the bathroom and fell on Dipper's cheek; he closed his eyes and let the light slip from the corners of his eyes.

Dipper opened his eyes, and there was something turbid floating on the water.He froze for a moment, and after a few seconds, he realized what it was, and his face flushed with embarrassment. Dipper hurriedly crawled out of the icy water, opened the drain and "destroyed corpses and wiped out traces".

He wiped his hair, and the face of the person in the mirror was full of lovelessness.

He, DipperPines, had his first wet dream because of Bill Cipher.

It hurts just thinking about it.

Dipper wrapped up the bath towel, and as soon as he came out of the bathroom with the hair dryer in hand, he saw the phone frantically bouncing around like an epileptic, and it hit the floor with a "boom", which hurt even when he heard it.Thanks to the smart phone era, Nokia is still strong.

Dipper picked up the phone that was rolling all over the floor, and the caller ID was a number with no notes.But it's normal to have no notes. Dipper doesn't have an address book on his phone.Although he is not as experienced as Uncle Stan, Dipper still knows without leaving evidence.If one day this Nokia is exposed, the empty address book will not cause any trouble to him and his contacts.

"Hey?"

"God, I called you 37 times."

"I was just now taking a shower." He paused when he said a certain word, and continued to ask nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"

There was some confusion on the other end of the phone. Judging from the sound of drinking wine, it should be a wine party. Pacifica avoided the crowd. She lowered her voice: "The bald eagle has left the nest."①

His eyes sank.

Dipper stood in front of the mirror, tightening his tie.The young demon wore a blue suit vest with a black shirt underneath.The hair was combed neatly, exposing the seven star mole on his forehead.

Stan certainly wouldn't have blue suits here - two or three children's formal suits would be nice, and Stan was essentially a brut, with worse distinctions in formal suits than Dipper.

【uh-huh?Didn't you say that you would not use magic to transform clothes? 】Bill was wearing a bathrobe, and this guy was so annoying that he didn't know where to pull out a tape recorder and played Dipper's theory of "seeing magic from the atomic structure" on a loop.Regardless of the affection that just rolled over the bed sheet.

"This kind of thing has one thing and two things. Didn't I go to the banquet at the Pacifica's house before, and it was also the clothes that were conjured up. Why didn't I see the honorable Mr. Bill Cipher comment?"

[I didn't expect you to adapt to magic so quickly. 】The devil smiled, holding a glass of beer in his hand, 【What do you have to do in a formal suit? 】

Professor Pines lowered his eyelashes as he made final adjustments to the cufflinks.

"I need to meet someone very important."

[Wow, as someone who just slept with you, I express how sad it is to hear that. 】

The young man smiled, he suddenly floated up from the ground—no, not just him, even the books and potted plants floated up, the coffee broke away from the container and turned into a brown ball in mid-air.

After a few seconds, the weightlessness lifted.The coffee ball hit the rim of the cup and splashed all over the table.

He didn't show any panic, he landed safely, with a faint smile on his face. Alcor raised his eyes, and there was a dull gold in his eyes.

"Formal attire is suitable for reunions after a long absence, and it is also suitable for funerals."

Bill raised his eyebrows, his hair loosened, and he looked even more sinister.

[A blue suit is not suitable for a funeral, others will say that your color is too immodest.Not to mention that you are only wearing a vest, not even a coat. 】

The newborn demon opened the door, and he answered casually.

"So I just mean it."

TBC

Notes:

①: The bald eagle is a symbol of the United States, representing the US government here