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Post by [x] Canada on Mar 20, 2012 8:33:08 GMT -5
"Oh, sure thing! I was actually kinda looking for a reason to make them too, to be honest." And it was true. The change in his diet from hearty meals to siege-type food didn't bother him too much, but he still longed for some of his old cuisine again. He was always afraid to cook something just for the sake of it, though, as he thought that it would look really selfish of him.
Pursing his lips, he brought a bottle of disinfectant and some cotton swabs over. Seeing Prussia grinning smugly, he remarked, "My, my, it seems that we've gotten pretty cocky, haven't we? Zombie fighting not enough for you? Well, let's put this on, shall we?"
He pulled his hair back in a short ponytail and dabbed a swab in the acidic liquid, knowing full well that it would sting no matter how tough you were. Choosing the biggest cut on his patient (which admittedly wasn't very large), he bent down and rubbed the cotton over the wound in efficient, practiced strokes, humming a little song to accompany the motions.
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Post by [x] Prussia on Mar 20, 2012 23:36:37 GMT -5
"It's impossible not to be cocky when you're this awesome," he retorted with a cheeky grin. Watching as the bespectacled nation pulled his hair back, he was suddenly struck with a realization. As much as France always bragged about how the younger one had the same "sexy 'air" as him, the two really did resemble each other.
He was snapped out of his reverie when Canada touched the cotton swab to his wound, causing an instant burning sensation to spread throughout the area. "Gah, what the hell are you doing?!" he hissed in pain, jumping slightly. "You could have at least warned me! ...Not that I can't handle it, of course." He averted his eyes, fidgeting a bit as the Canadian continued to work at the cut. "That stuff burns."
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Post by [x] Canada on Mar 22, 2012 10:19:28 GMT -5
Having clucked his tongue at the red-eyed country's continued airy arrogance, he continued to coolly apply the disinfectant to the other injuries despite the protests voiced by said proud nation. "Calm yourself, Prussia. This is nothing compared to bloody gashes and severed limbs, much less these tiny cuts you have." He let himself grin teasingly, mirth reaching his viola hued irises. Then he calmed down.
"It stings just a little, doesn't it?" His voice adopted a natural, soothing quality to it: the voice of a true doctor. "Don't worry, it'll be over in a moment. Just," Swipe. "a bit" Dab. "more" Pat.
Capping the bottle and gathering up the used swabs, Canada straightened up and inclined his head. "All done. Now that wasn't so bad, now was it?"
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