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Post by America on Mar 14, 2012 15:20:02 GMT -5
It was one of those lazy afternoons again. America, who had to get used to waking up earlier than usual since coming to the warehouse, actually had a chance to sleep in an extra hour. This, as fate would have it, made him even more lazy than usual. Fortunately for him, he didn't have to go out on patrol any time soon, so he was able to relax in the common room. He instantly flopped down on the couch, staring over at the video games.
To play or not to play? His blue eyes narrowed, as if he could magically make the controller float over to him. When nothing happened, he simply let out a sigh and rested his head against on of the pillows, stretching out so there was no more space left on the couch. My couch right now, he thought triumphantly, hugging another pillow to his chest in pure and sweet relaxation.
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Post by [x] Canada on Mar 15, 2012 9:07:14 GMT -5
Sighing wearily, Canada came out of the kitchen cradling a glass of water in his hands. In the past, on such a fine afternoon as this, he would probably be sitting in his yard at home, reading a nice book, or just relaxing with some music. Oh how he missed times like those. Now everything was almost always tense and the atmosphere never seemed to lose that uncomfortable aura.
He really wanted to do something productive, but there wasn't anybody to heal, he had practiced shooting his rifle already, and heck even Kumayoyo was napping on his bed. I guess I'd better make use of this free time...but should I just let go a bit? Resting certainly never hurt anyone, did it?
With that in mind, Canada nodded resolutely and downed his water, making his way to the recreational corner of the warehouse, dead set on flopping onto one of the couches there and maybe taking a short respite. Setting the empty glass down on the floor, he glanced around to make sure no one was looking, and proceeded to run towards a couch, a determined smile on his face.
"Whoo!" He jumped and stretched his body out, intending to land right on the leather feel-goodness. Didn't see the person already lying there until it was too late and collapsed right on top of the poor soul with a small cry.
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Post by America on Mar 15, 2012 13:33:59 GMT -5
America heard the cry before he felt the blow, that much was certain. When he heard the familiar voice, he peeked through his eyes, but then he felt someone land right on top of him. Now, despite being a strong superpower, the breath was knocked out of him, and he let out a grunt, closing his eyes again. So much for a peaceful little nap. Why in the world would someone jump on top of him like that?
When he opened his eyes once more to check, he couldn't help but grin, even if this other nation was uncomfortably sprawled out on him. "Oh. Hey, Canada!" He felt pleased to actually recognize his brother for once. Most of them time, the northern country was seemingly invisible to all others. Well, when said country takes a running jump right on your stomach, he was quite visible enough.
Somehow managing to sit up slightly, America took a few seconds still to catch his breath. No point in being winded when he wanted to talk to Canada. Sure, his prospect of a nap was gone, but he would still enjoy conversing with his brother.
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Post by [x] Canada on Mar 17, 2012 9:30:59 GMT -5
Wincing, Canada tried to straighten himself up.
"Oh. Hey, Canada!"...Wait, he knew that voice...
He saw the unfortunate country beneath him and gasped out loud, hurrying his efforts to get off. His brother! He had flattened his brother! And America had actually said his name! "A-America! What...I'm so sorry! I really didn't see you there. Lemme just-"
Canada gingerly slid off of the blond-haired nation to sit on the floor, his stomach and limbs still aching from the impact. Taking off his glasses to polish them with his shirt and inspecting for any breakage, he said, "No duties this afternoon, Meri? It's like everyone's taking a break today, really."
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Post by America on Mar 17, 2012 13:22:44 GMT -5
America let out a sigh of relief once Canada slid off his body. For a supposedly 'invisible' country, he sure did weigh a ton. Then again, America was no lightweight himself. "Ah, don't worry about it," he said, sitting up and waving Canada's apology away. It wasn't so much painful as it was surprising, anyway, so it was easy for him to get over.
He rubbed at the back of his neck, letting a yawn fall from his mouth before answering Canada's question. "As far as I've heard, I'm not doing a thing. Tonight, yeah, I was signed up for another late-night patrol." He grumbled that last bit, but his face quickly broke into a grin. "How 'bout yourself? You also have a break? Dude,t hat's awesome, we can play video games or...or something."
He actually didn't mind just conversing. He didn't usually ever actually see his brother, due to the fact no one really paid any attention to his country, but America still loved his brother dearly.
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Post by [x] Canada on Mar 18, 2012 7:52:26 GMT -5
Canada raised his eyebrows, surprised at the fact that for once America was being quite pleasant towards him. Heck he was just surprised that he was still visible.
Putting his glasses back on and refocusing, he said "Hmm, you should get some actual sleep sometime, you know. Being a melee unit and all that." Sure, his brother could be a total headcase, but he was still his brother, which meant that whatever happens, Canada would always have him in his thoughts. Though sometimes he wondered how they could possibly be related.
"Yeah, I guess you could say this is a break. There's no-one to treat after all, and that's a big part of my job here." He smiled warmly at his near-twin. "We don't really get much time together, do we? I'm fine with doing anything, really. It's better than napping away the afternoon, right?" Although that might've been exactly what America had been intending to do.
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Post by America on Mar 18, 2012 13:33:46 GMT -5
America stuck his tongue out. "I got enough sleep, and I'll probably take a long nap before dinner." He felt pleased that someone was worried about his well-being, though, especially when it came in the form of his brother. Too often had he forgotten Canada, but it seemed as if his brother never really forgot about him. That thought made him start to feel quite guilty. Well, I'll patch things up now. Maybe something good will come out from this zombie apocalypse.
America quickly slid down on the floor, now sitting right next to Canada. They were about the same height, so he was able to stare straight at him rather than looking down, as he was on the couch. "We really don't get enough time together. I forgot about you being a medic!" He winced. "Ugh, I don't know how you can deal with all the blood and guts. Not to mention the pressure that's being placed on you guys. All I gotta do is shoot my gun and dodge, easy enough."
He really couldn't imagine being a medic. The thought made him a bit queasy to his stomach. I've never been good with that sort of thing. I guess Canada enjoys it, though. "I-I guess doing anything is better than napping," he laughed, realizing that he was going to do just that before Canada came into the room. I just won't mention it.
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Post by [x] Canada on Mar 20, 2012 7:55:42 GMT -5
Despite his brother's childish reaction, Canada held back a grin. It seemed that even the prospect of a probable take-over of the world by the undead didn't faze America. Even so, he was quite sure that he would be serious when it counted...hopefully that time wouldn't come too late though.
As America settled down next to him, he met those cerulean blue eyes with his own violet ones, and pensively thought, How queer this is! I don't remember how long it's been since we've made clear eye-contact. It's...actually kinda sad, really. Outloud, he said, "Haha, well, it's nothing much. I mean, so far there hasn't been anything that serious, and I hope there never will be." He shrugged as nonchalantly as possible and turned his eyes towards the various means of entertainment in front of them. "And besides, for your kind of position, you'd have to have nerves of steel and quick reflexes and stuff. You guys protect the likes of us, so it's also a pretty big job, yeah?"
Casting America a side-ways glance at his words, Canada let out a chuckle and sighed. "Alright, let's see what we can do...maybe we could play some video games, if you want. Or we could just..." He trailed away, suddenly uncertain about what to do. In the past, any brotherly time they'd spent together usually had to do with outdoor sports, which was a real no-no now. Really, what could they do? They're personalities conflicted in such a dramatic way that it would be hard to decide on an activity that suited them both.
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Post by America on Mar 20, 2012 17:46:42 GMT -5
With one of his usual, obnoxious grins, America replied, "Hell yeah, I got nerves of steel! You should see me out there, battling zombies like no one's business!" He didn't bother adding that he had to be saved his first time out on the field, as the other countries took control. Nope, that was behind him now. As far as he was concerned, he was the complete hero of this warehouse.
He wanted to go on an hour-long discussion about how amazing he truly was and how great of a fighter he could be, but he remembered that he actually had to be nice. He wanted to discuss things with Canada, not just talk about himself. Although, I'm not denying how nice that would be. Still, there would be time for that later. "Hey, don't say your job is nothing. I think it must be pretty hard. You have to keep up with all the newest developments and you still have so little to work with. Don't even try telling me otherwise, Canada. I've been in the clinic, and it's lacking the technologies you guys need."
America looked over at the video games. Would it be rude to play them? He thought it might. After all, he wanted to talk to Canada. He knew that, should he turn on the games, he'd probably be lost in them for the next couple of hours. "Let's just talk a little bit first. Then, if you're ready to have your ass kicked into next week, sure, we'll play some games."
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Post by [x] Canada on Mar 24, 2012 10:21:03 GMT -5
Casting his eyes down humbly and nodding, he accepted his brother's commendation of his duty quietly. It was uncommon for America to be so intent on talking about another person: usually, any topic having absolutely anything to do with the other North American set off a chain reaction of Ameri-babble. Perhaps this supposed apocalypse might have had enough effect on him to improve his attitude.
So...that means end-of-the-world level events are the only things strong enough to change him, huh? The theory hit him grimly and he gave an exasperated smile.
"We-ell, alright, if that's what you really want...America," Canada lent forward mock-suspiciously, squinting his eyes, then straightened. "So how's your life going on these days? Apart from all that heroic fighting, I mean. Anything...interesting happen?"
{{meh, short post is short. my bad}}
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Post by America on Mar 24, 2012 11:46:07 GMT -5
He shrugged before answering. "Not much, actually. Getting into fights with Iggy, avoiding Russia at all costs, totally beating Prussia in the 'Contest of Awesome', the usual." Well, there wasn't actually a 'Contest of Awesome' but, if there was, America was certain, without a single doubt, that he would win that contest. Besides, Prussia wasn't even a nation anymore, so he couldn't compete. Therefore, America won by default.
Shooting a grin over at Canada, he continued. "One of these days, I'm gonna cook us some nice hamburgers. I can't let England near the kitchen, and the other countries just cook weird things, so I think I should take charge for a day or two. We can have hamburgers and French fries. Sound good?"
[[It's cool! I make short posts more often than not. ^.^']]
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Post by [x] Canada on Mar 25, 2012 0:49:01 GMT -5
He barked out a laugh at the account. Seems like life as usual, actually. If only he could say the same for himself, then he would be pretty content. Alas, it could not be so. But this was fine too.
"Ha, that'd be really nice, to be honest. I was actually this close to making some pancakes, myself," He held up his thumb and forefinger about a millimeter apart, almost touching.
"Seems like that's about the only thing you can cook, right? Then again...you're close to England aren't you? Doesn't that mean that your sense of taste is pretty null too? It would probably be better for everyone if you left the cooking to me and France." He punched America's shoulder teasingly, pushing aside the fact that French fries weren't actually French. He'd ramble to France about that later.
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Post by America on Mar 25, 2012 15:37:57 GMT -5
America licked his lips. "Mm, pancakes would be good, too. Hamburgers and pancakes- the perfect combination!" Now his mouth was really watering just thinking about that. Canada really should make pancakes for us one day. Do we have maple syrup? If not, well...we can go get some from those trees. Isn't that what Canadians do?
He was pondering the system of getting syrup when Canada spoke again. "Excuse me?" He mocked irritation, putting on his best (worst) British accent. "My cooking is perfectly delicious. I'd say that the Frenchies are the ones who mess everything up, old chap!" And, for good measure, he added, "We eat fish and chips and drink our tea, while you people have frog legs. Complete bullocks!"
With a satisfied smile, he sat back, leaning up against the couch, and spoke in his normal American accent. "That's what Iggy would say, anyway. I'd just say, 'screw you, hamburgers rock.'"
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Post by [x] Canada on Mar 26, 2012 8:43:11 GMT -5
Pouting, he retaliated, trying not to laugh, "Ohonhonhonhon~, why my dear leetle Americaine~" He'd heard France use that laugh and accent countless times. In fact, since he did speak French as his first language, he could reproduce both of them nearly perfectly. "Tu n'aime pas ma cuisine, Amerique? Would you rather dine on... somezing else?~"
Red in the face for trying to imitate the lusty nation, Canada drew back and just let out his laughter. He didn't remember a time when he had laughed like that. There hadn't really been much to laugh about since it happened.
"Oh, speaking of France, how're things going between you and England?" Did he expect a straight answer? Of course not, this was his brother they were talking about. But he definitely wanted to observe the reaction. Maybe Canada did have a tiny sadistic side to him after all.
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Post by America on Mar 26, 2012 17:15:44 GMT -5
America laughed, leaning away and holding his hands up in mock fear. "No! Don't touch me, frog!" He fell back into his original position, laughing along with Canada. "Dude, that was a perfect imitation!" He felt a tad bit jealous that Canada could imitate his ex-caretaker so well. Despite the years of growing up with England, he was never able to properly speak with a British accent, no matter how hard he tried. Canada's got talent, I'll say that much for sure!
He wished he had known his brother could speak in such a great French accent. He supposed it was his own fault for not knowing, though. Had he taken the time to actually sit down and converse more, maybe he'd find out a few more things.
"Me and England?" America rubbed the back of his neck, calming down his laughter. "All right, I guess. He still bitches to me about every little thing, though." If he had to be honest, though, he knew he wasn't being too truthful to himself. Come to think of it, how are things going between England and myself? He glanced over at Canada. "Why do you ask?"
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