Chilling Like a Villain [Canada]

[[x] Canada]

Watching the other's face carefully, Canada casually flipped his hair back. "Oh, no particular reason. I've always been kinda curious to you guys' relationship. I mean, I dunno about now, since everything's hectic, but several years ago you guys had that 'Special Relationship' thing going on, right?"

Standing up and brushing his pants off, he strode over to the empty glass that he left on the ground and picked it up, bringing with him to the couch. He sat back down with a sigh and continued, "At least, that was the way it was with your bosses. Like, I'm on pretty good terms with France, but we did have this thing over Quebec. You and England, on the other hand..."

He spread his hands out in a 'as you have it' gesture. Canada had always wondered how they had managed to keep such good political relations, even through all that jazz with the Revolution. He wouldn't know, since he'd separated from the British Empire quite peacefully, and had ceased being officially French when that same Empire had won him. Always trying to avoid confrontations, that was him, so he couldn't fathom how his brother had felt that fateful day in the rain.

[America]

America blinked, surprised by his brother's sudden curiosity. Not too many countries, France aside, really seemed to care about how he and England got along- they usually just told them to stop fighting. Canada, however, seemed to be hinting at something. Something that America wasn't quite sure was a comfortable thing to talk about since, honestly, he wasn't quite sure how to reply without making himself look like a fool.

"Sp-Special Relationship?" he stammered, glancing over at the wall. "That was just for, uh, World War 2." He hoped that would settle the matter. "England and I are just buddies. That's all." He fixed his gaze on Canada, trying to figure out when his brother had become so inquisitive.

Wanting to know why this was suddenly brought up, he asked, "What are you trying to get at, anyway?"

[[x] Canada]

Realizing that he may have overstepped America's comfort-zone line, and therefore would get no satisfactory answer, Canada decided to leave the issue until some other, more opportune moment. There was plenty of time until then. After a quick moment of consideration, he went with, "No, it's nothing really. Just that, France once told me that if I wanted to see something funny, I should bring up this topic with you, is all."

He threw in a light, dismissive laugh for good measure and debated over what to do next. The best thing would be for his brother to assume the role of conversation leader next, so that he wouldn't feel awkward anymore.

So he got up again, glass in hand, and made his way towards the kitchen. "Well, I'm going to go get some water, you want anything?"

[America]

America's face turned into a small pout. He should have figured France probably set Canada up to this. It seemed like something that perverted nation would have done. However, it didn't bother him nearly as much as he thought it would. It seemed Canada had his fun and was done with it now. Which was a relief, really, because America wasn't in the mood to dwell on his complicated relationship.

"Maybe some soda, if we got any in this hellhole," he replied. "You want me to come with ya?" He felt it would be rather awkward, just sitting by himself. Well, he was going to be doing so before Canada popped up, but the difference was that he would have been sleeping, not staring at the wall.

[[x] Canada]

Canada tilted his head. A change of setting might do them good. After all, if they moved into the kitchen, there might even be a chance of some food cooked. Besides, it didn't seem like they were going to play any games any time soon (cue inward sigh of relief).

Plus, it was nice to spend time with family, wasn't it? If he left America to his own devices, something bad might happen. The blue-eyed blond might just blow up the couch spontaneously or something. He had to remember that he was the more responsible half of North America.

"Sure, why not? And I think that we have some, this is a warehouse in my turf, you know. That alone should speak for itself, 'Meri.

[[Wanna shimmy over to the kitchen?~]]

[America]

America stood happily, ready to abandon all thoughts of his nap. He'd get some sleep later on, anyway. He was looking forward to finding some soda, though. If Canada said they might have some, they'd probably have some. Canada was smart, after all, and America trusted him. He could already tasted the fizzy, sweet Pepsi or Coke running down his throat. Hell, even a Sprite would be lovely.

"Awesome!" He gave a fist pump, then swung one of his arms around his northern brother. "Lead the way, Canadia. I'm looking forward to this!" And, so long as England wasn't in there cooking (destroying) food, than all would be well.

[[righto! I'll make the thread, unless you want to.]]

[[x] Canada]

[[with my greatest thanks, you may go on right ahead~ and thank you for RP-ing with me!]]