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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 11, 2012 7:35:46 GMT -5
"Anytime, man."
True, sometimes he could be pushed to the very limits of his patience when involved with his brother, but they were still siblings, no matter what, so Canada would always be there for America. Even if the person in question himself did not know that he was there. Canada stared at the last of the pancake batter with glassy eyes, having a nostalgic moment, but then drew himself to pour it onto the well-used pan, maneuvering the spatula to create a crude bear head shape. The ears looked more like stubby horns, but whatever.
He topped the pancake tower with Kuma-pancake, flourishing the spatula in imitation of great chefs. Then he flicked off the stove, which died down sounding quite relieved, and lifted the pan off of it, bringing it to the sink and dowsing it in water. Leaving there, he hefted the plate carefully to the small table in the kitchen and went to look for his precious maple syrup. Canada set the glass container full of the thick stuff next to the plate, and waited for his brother to finish with his part, retrieving his soda and taking a sip whilst leaning on the counter, watching America do his thing.
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Post by America on Apr 11, 2012 19:44:01 GMT -5
Finishing slicing the meat, America took another pan and placed it on the stove Canada just finished using, thankful that it was still slightly hot. Those pancakes were making him hungry, so he was looking forward to finishing cooking his burgers and scarfing down whatever he could. After setting the temperature of the stove, America began mashing the meat up into small balls, thankful that his super-strength allowed him to crush the frozen meat with little trouble at all. He was also pretty sure the chopping he had been doing had something to do with it, but he liked praising himself.
"Rare, medium, or well-done?" he asked, slapping one of the burgers into the pan and starting on another. "Personally, I like medium, since you can taste the juices yet it's not too juicy, but whatever floats your boat." He shot a grin over to Canada as he placed another burger in the pan. |
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 13, 2012 9:31:53 GMT -5
Canada returned the smile and shrugged, not a very picky person to begin with. "Well, if you say that medium's good, then I'm fine with it. Just don't make it too raw, ok? Thanks" He threw back the last of his drink and let out a sigh, bending his neck and hearing the bones crack slightly. The smell of the cooking meat was overriding the light odour of pancakes, and the meld was very interesting to the nose indeed.
But it was a nice kind of interesting, and finally, Canada's stomach started growling softly, causing the blond to blush slightly and rub his abdomen. Doing so gave him a thought, and he built on it by asking his brother:
"I've always wondered, why do you like those burgers so much? What's more, you eat so many of them, but you never get fat!"He chuckled ruefully. "I know quite a few nations, as well as loads of normal people, that would kill for that ability, yeah."
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Post by America on Apr 13, 2012 19:20:22 GMT -5
America nodded, and just decided to fix all of the burgers the exact same. It would be much simpler that way, really, since Canada chose medium. As he placed the last ball of meat onto the frying pan, he found himself thankful that Canada wasn't going to be all picky and whatnot on him. He was actually surprised at that, considering France was the one who raised Canada. France was typically the one going off about how his food tasted superior to all others. Well, there are many things France does that Canada doesn't, thank god.
Flipping the burgers after a few minutes, America thought about his brother's question. "Probably 'cause I'm just that heroic!" he exclaimed, giving a laugh. "You should know that by now, bro!" As the smell of the delicious-looking meat wafted up to his nose, America let out a sigh. "I guess I started like burgers when McDonald's was invented," he stated. "I mean, that place was cheap and convenient, so, ya know, I'd wake up early for a meeting or some political shit like that, and I'd just grab something on my way to wherever." He shrugged. "I always thought it was amazing and just...I dunno, American, I guess. They taste like freedom."
He nodded, pleased with his word choice, and finished cooking the burgers, placing them back on the plate. |
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 16, 2012 10:00:45 GMT -5
"Oo, getting a bit poetic there, are you? I suppose it does happen to you every now and then." Canada scratched the back of his head, then patted the strands of blond hair back into place. "But that's true, I can see how you would like them because of that. To be honest, actually, they don't taste half bad...but I'm not sure what they'll taste like if you make them, though!" he ended playfully.
He glanced at the plate next to America and pursed his lips, getting hungrier by the second. And the prevailing aroma of succulent cooked meat in the air, such a different change from the usual brief whiff of someone frying something, wasn't helping to quench his urge. The dish of pancakes just begging to be syrup-ed and eaten was hammering at his wall of resolve to wait for his brother to finish.
Snatching up his empty can, he strode over to the bin in the corner and tossed it, then turned on his heel and walked up behind America. A slightly whining quality came upon his voice."You done yet, man? It's your fault for taking so long, you know."
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Post by America on Apr 16, 2012 16:45:24 GMT -5
America placed his hands on his hips, turning to stare at Canada with a very haughty expression. "My burgers taste awesome!' he exclaimed. "The ones I make are better than McDonald's, even! And that's pretty damn good." He grabbed the plate and set it next to the pancakes, turning back over to the fridge and looking inside.
"Also, it's not my fault." Easily finding the buns he was looking for, he spun back around and set them on the table. "The meat was frozen. But, like always, I used my heroism and strength and was able to create these perfect hamburgers!" America grinned, quite pleased with himself, and opened the pack of buns.
"Now, where's the syrup?" |
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 17, 2012 11:01:18 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes, Canada nodded indulgently and followed the other back to the table where all that food was being laid out. He exaggerated his voice: "He's saved the day again! So much heroism in one body...surely that must be a huge burden for just one man!"
He laid off then, and plucked up the bottle of syrup that was on the table and was about to hand it to his brother when he froze up. "Y-You're not going to lather my syrup over the buns, are you? I mean, I know you eat strange things, bro, but that's just..."
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Post by America on Apr 17, 2012 16:40:34 GMT -5
America glanced over at Canada, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. That sounded an awful lot like a taunt to him. He knew Canada could make fun of people- every so often, whenever he would stop being so damn invisible, he would tease America in this way. But Canada was supposed to be nice. So, it was either a very flattering compliment or some very condescending sarcasm. Considering how no one would ever really flatter him that much, America decided to go with the latter. "You're rude," he replied, unable to think up a good comeback.
Snatching the syrup from Canada's hands, America snorted. "Even I wouldn't do that! It'd taste like something England would make." Wanting to get back at his brother for the earlier comment, though, America raised his eyebrows and opened the bottle ever so slowly. "Of course, I don't mind pouring syrup on the burgers. Who knows, you might like it!"
Ha! Not even Canada, the biggest maple syrup fanatic of all time, would eat syrup on his meat! Score for the hero! America thought proudly to himself. |
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 20, 2012 9:28:21 GMT -5
Watching America's hand tantalizingly open the clear bottle and hearing what seemed like a challenge, Canada couldn't help the usually dormant part of him raise it's head up. Maple syrup on burgers, huh? It had probably been done by some daring idiot before, but Canada possessed neither of those qualities. His brother did though, so he thought, and it looked like he would like to give it a go. And expected the blond to back down. Well, I'll show him!
"Oh," He spoke casually, just a hint of subtle provocation present. "Yeah, I would like it, wouldn't I? You might not though. Too intense for you, yeah?" Peering over the rim of his glasses at his brother he added, "You know what, I'll have some on my burger, after all. You can pass though, I know you can't handle it." He ended with a bright smile. ...It couldn't taste that bad, right? Right.
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Post by America on Apr 20, 2012 20:02:32 GMT -5
America blinked, quickly snapping his head up to stare at his brother. Okay, out of everything he was expecting, that was last on the list. He's bluffing. He's gotta be bluffing. There's no way...but, does Canada bluff? Have I ever seen him bluff? I don't think so. Then again, he does turn invisible a lot. Maybe he's bluffing about that, too. Swallowing, the blonde nation played around with the bottle of syrup. "Uh, n-no...I was gonna pour some on my burger, too." With a pained, forced grin, he passed the syrup over to Canada. "Ladies first, though!"
If Canada poured the syrup over his burger, America would have to do the same. He couldn't back down and let Canada take home the title of...well, he just couldn't let Canada be the winner. His competitive nature was taking over, and he knew he had to win. For his country's sake! No, for the sake of the world! They had to know America was the true hero. |
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 21, 2012 9:32:18 GMT -5
Heart beating rapidly, Canada contemplated the mixture of fried meat and sweet syrup together...and couldn't do it. It probably wasn't vomit-inducing, but gag-inducing would probably describe it. Good lord, what had he gotten himself into? It was his stupid occasional pride, wasn't it? That tiny part of him that was part of America's personality too. Now it was back to sleep again, leaving him to deal with the mess it left behind.
Keeping his head up and his cool demeanor present, he set his jaw and took the bottle from his brother. It looked like said nation was not looking forward to the experience either. The whole silly competition would have to be determined by whoever couldn't finish their burger (or burgers), or made a face while eating, possibly. Well, if that was it...Canada had one ace up his sleeve, that may or may not work, that might just allow him to win, just this once, over his brother.
"Thank you, America. Children should learn to respect their elders." Really, he was probably older than his brother by that much, maybe. It was the only retort that came to mind, lame as it was. Popping the cap of the bottle, he hesitated for a split-second, then slapped on a poker face and tilted the bottle, letting the liquid flow thickly on the bun. After about 4 agonizing seconds, he let up and closed the cap, inwardly praying for mercy on his tongue.
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Post by America on Apr 21, 2012 13:02:45 GMT -5
America wanted to curl up in a little ball and cry when he saw Canada pouring the syrup across the meat. He wanted to sob, sob like a little kid. He was certain Canada would be bluffing! He didn't think his brother would actually go through with this. Such perfect, lovely meat was now going to be turned into...into a mess. Into complete and utter shit. It wasn't that America hated maple syrup- far from it, actually. He loved syrup and how sweet it could taste.
However, syrup and hamburgers did not go together. Or, so America had always assumed.
"You're not my elder," he mumbled, taking the syrup for himself. Now would be a good time to back out. Canada would still have to eat his nasty burger and America wouldn't; win-win, right? No! He put on the best poker face he could possibly muster, grinning all the while. I'll beat Canada, and I'll beat him good! Taking a deep breath, he quickly drizzled some syrup over his hamburger, his heart dropping when the bun soaked it in. Soggy as it was, disgusting as it was, there was no backing out now. "Looks delicious, don't it?" he lied, his voice cracking. |
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 22, 2012 5:40:23 GMT -5
[[...Somehow I feel the strangest urge to actually try this out...]]
There it was. Just like what he predicted would happen. Of course America wouldn't back out of such a clear challenge like this, even though it was also clear that both sides were absolutely not looking forward to said challenge. All the burgers now looked really, really sick, glistening with honey-colored liquid like that. The color scheme clashed in the most averse way possible.
If France were here to see what we were doing, he'd probably throw a fit and rip his clothes off, just to spite me. Well, he'd do that anyways, so... He mentally shook his head, getting his mind back on topic. America was looking as fake-happy as he could get, and Canada wondered what his own face looked like. Hopefully it wasn't too obvious, but it probably was. He could feel the tenseness in his 'neutral' mask.
Maybe he'll play the ball to his brother's court now, and let him have the first bite. If it seemed like something he could handle, then Canada would have some time to steel himself. After that, he would put his 'escape' plan into action...somehow. Clearing his throat, he remarked, "Right. Well. Why don't you go first, since you seem so excited about it?"
...He made a mental note to make it up to his brother some time in the future.
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Post by America on Apr 22, 2012 12:36:40 GMT -5
[[Have fun with that. I shall eat my syrup-less hamburgers. XD]]
He was going to eat it. He was actually going to eat it. He was going to eat it! None of England's cooking could possibly have prepared him for this moment. Actually, the more he looked at the burger, the more he smelled the mixture of sweet maple and cooked meat, he found himself wishing England would suddenly come with his god-awful scones and save him from this cruel experience he was about to endure.
No way in hell was he going first, though. "Ladies deserve first bite," he stammered, pushing his plate aside for the time being. Either Canada would take the first bite or...or what? Surely Canada would back out now. Even his syrup-loving brother couldn't handle this complete and utter mess. "S-So, go ahead."
He promised himself that, should Canada take a bite, he'd follow. And, mentally, he found himself praying that Canada would back down now. If Canada backed down, America would be the winner by default. |
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Post by [x] Canada on Apr 24, 2012 6:54:33 GMT -5
He was really trying to squirm out of it, wasn't he? Canada never would've thought that America would be the one to back down from something as...trivial as this. Ok, maybe it was a big deal, since they were his favourite food and all, but they couldn't taste terribly horrendous could they? If Canada chickened out now, he would be spared finding out the answer to his question, but then his brother would probably seize the chance to tease him about it, which could go on for ages. A little stomachache and some bad memories seemed to be the better option.
So onward bound he was. Letting his grimace show, he still managed to send a look of weak scorn at America, murmuring, "Alright, fine. I'll show you that this is nothing, child's play." Canada swallowed and picked up the sticky burger, his fingers causing some of the syrup to ooze around. Oh god... Inhale, exhale. A hesitation, but then his mouth opened for a medium-sized bite, thinking that it might be better to try to finish the thing quickly than to drag it out in tiny bits.
Bite. The squishing sound that followed filled his ears, and the mash of bread, meat and sugary maple syrup filled his mouth. He chewed tentatively, eyes scrunched shut, tongue working to distinguish the flavours. He prepared for the worse, for his bile to rise up and be free of his liver. But...nothing came, except a quick flash of surprise.
It didn't actually taste that bad...Hey...this tastes like one of France's dishes. Was it chicken with sweet cream sauce or something? Not exactly my favourite, but tolerable. Score! He could stand it! Now, to see how America would react. It seemed that his 'escape' plan wasn't necessary anymore. He swallowed with just a short gag and flicked his eyes over to the other blond, raising an eyebrow.
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