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Post by America on Aug 25, 2012 19:08:49 GMT -5
It was late at night when America finally got off guard duty. After shedding his winter gear and putting his weapons aside, he instantly made his way to the kitchen- his comfort zone. His own little place where he could just sit and think.
And sit he did. Right on top of one of the counters, pulling out a jar of peanut butter and dipping his finger in, eating it plain. It wasn't a good, juicy hamburger, but he really wasn't in the mood to take the time to make anything to eat.
Nope. Nope, he was angry, and he was going to stay angry. Because his stupid wuss-of-a-brother didn't even bother telling him that he was engaged, that he was going to be married. To Norway. And they didn't tell him. Gritting his teeth in anger, America stared down at his jar of peanut butter.
He wanted to throw it.
But, if he threw that, he wouldn't have anything to eat. So he began rifling through the cupboards above him, trying to find something that he would be able to throw. When he laid eyes on a small water bottle, he just grabbed that, then threw it at the wall in front of him with a cry of anger.
It exploded against the wall, water dripping all over the floor.
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 25, 2012 19:20:45 GMT -5
Norway had woken up late because of a nightmare but instead of usually going to Canada for his nightmare he decided to just come down stairs for a quick bite to eat. He rubbed his eyes as he tiredly walked to the kitchen but his walk was cut short because he felt a shosh of wind pass by his face and cold water.
His eyes widened when he found out that it was a water bottle that blew up in his face, well almost by his face. It exploded on the wall next to him. Norway looked over to who threw it and stared at America. The nordic didnt know what to say....he just stood wide eyed.
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Post by America on Aug 25, 2012 19:32:32 GMT -5
America glanced up at Norway, opening his mouth to apologize. However, when he realized who it was, he said nothing, only turning on his best glare and grabbing the biggest handful of peanut butter that he possibly could. Norway. His brother's fiancee. His brother's stupid fiancee. His stupid brother's stupid fiancee. Still glaring, America stuffed the peanut butter-covered hand in his mouth, trying to act cool while licking peanut butter from his fingers. It wasn't working.
When he decided he had been silent for enough, America swallowed what peanut butter he had in his mouth and said, "Asshole." It surely wasn't a conversation starter, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. "So where's your ring? Taking it off so you can go fuck some other country?"
So much for trying to keep his composure.
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 25, 2012 19:46:06 GMT -5
Norway didnt know what to say to America...fuck some other country? Ring?! Did someone tell him about his marriage?! The nordic man blinked at America once or twice and studied the silence quietly and finally said, "Excuse me?! I love your brother...ok? Whoever told you about our marriage had no right to but...but I love your brother and I dont want anyone else!"
He looked down to his left hand and raised it to show the American. "Your brother made this ring for me and only me and I did the same for him, so he has to love me back!" Norway said all of this in a rush but the way that America was talking to him was making him mad.
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Post by America on Aug 25, 2012 19:59:17 GMT -5
America snorted, dipping his finger in his peanut butter again. "So, I'm not supposed to know about this?" He stuck his finger in his mouth, now glaring at the peanut butter as if it offended him in some way. Lovely. Whoever told you about our marriage had no right to. That sentence replayed in his head, taunting him, teasing him, mocking him. He didn't do well when people kept secrets from him.
The fact that his brother was keeping a secret this big from him just broke his heart.
He directed all of his anger at Norway, for Norway was the one who was taking away his brother's attention. Was this why Canada was hardly around anymore? Was he messing with Norway? Would he finally just completely ignore America? It would be payback for all the times America had ignored him, probably.
However, America wasn't sure that he could take the loneliness.
"So, why don't we all play the game of 'Let's Hide the Wedding From America'! I bet it'll be loads of fun! Everyone can know about the stupid marriage except for America, 'cause he's too much of an idiot. Haha, funny." He slammed the peanut butter down on the counter next to him, wiping his fingers off on his pants. "Just go away. You're in here just to make fun of me."
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 25, 2012 20:08:47 GMT -5
"No im not! I was hungry!" Norway snapped back. If the American wanted an argument well then he could help his 'future' brother in law. The nordic man walked up towards America until he was probably roughly 6 feet away from the taller man. "And for your informantion Canada wanted to be the one to tell you about this! We were barely engaged two or three weeks ago!!"
The nordic felt pissed that the younger man was getting so mad at this! Norway and Canada barely had the wedding all together! All they knew is that Spain was going to be the priest! That was it!
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Post by America on Aug 25, 2012 20:31:06 GMT -5
America rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he grumbled, reaching up to look in the cupboards for something else to eat. Peanut butter wasn't satisfying his craving anymore. What he wanted was chocolate. Unfortunately, there wasn't any chocolate to be found. America ran his dirty, peanut-butter clad fingers through his hair, right on the border of blowing up at Nor.
Instead, he decided to slam the cupboard door shut, the noise echoing throughout the kitchen. "Two or three weeks is more than enough time to tell me of a marriage," he growled. "Especially when it concerns my brother. I guess he's just spending more time with you and doesn't want to even bother telling me. Mattie used to tell me everything, but I hardly see him now and I guess I know why." He grabbed the peanut butter jar again, weighing it in his hands and seeming totally unsure of what to do.
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 25, 2012 20:48:03 GMT -5
Norway backed up a bit. It wasnt his fault that Canada wanted to wait for a bit before telling him about there relationship. "Im sorry alright...Canada wanted to wait before telling you about our relationship and our marriage! You have to know how insecure he is right?! He was worried that you wouuld ritucule him!! Your overshadow him so much!"
The nordic knew how the younger man felt about his older brother, he was always worried about what he would think about everything he did. He was trying his best to not yell at the American who was really pissing him off at the moment.
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Post by America on Aug 25, 2012 20:58:25 GMT -5
America stared at Norway for a second, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. "I overshadow him?" America slowly asked, narrowing his blue eyes. "I ridicule him?" He nodded just slightly, lips in a tight line as he stared down at the jar of peanut butter. Finally unable to control himself any longer, America threw the jar on the floor, not bothering to see whether it survived the sudden movement.
"Fuck you!" the superpower yelled. "You're trying to tell me things about my own brother? What, you think you're some sort of expert on him now? Oh, amazing, you dated him for a few months!" He jumped off the counter, kicking the ruined jar of peanut butter aside. "Don't sit there acting like you know what you're talking about, 'cause you don't! Why the hell would I ridicule him over some boyfriend? Even if he is a stupid fish-eater like you!"
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 25, 2012 21:15:25 GMT -5
Thats the moment that Norway snapped. He jumped the American and grabbed his collar and slammed him into the fridge. "If you want a fight ive beaten Denmark and Sweden numbers of times and including Russia for a favor...I dont care. But have you seen what you do to our brother?! He has to deal with you daily! He has such a low selfestem because you over shadwer him and he's compared to you!!!!"
Norway felt tears prickle in his eyes and he growled. He remebered how Canada would panic a bit when he would get undressed during sex and he would cover himself up and blush, he'd alsofreak out when the nordic would accidently over look him in the beginning of there relationship and he knew it would be his 'big brothers' fault....
(and this reply SUCKS)
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 25, 2012 21:21:17 GMT -5
[AND IN COMES THE REAL HERO.]
Spain growled low in his throat as he wandered down the main area of the warehouse. He had just gotten a few blissful seconds of actual rest but was woken up suddenly by yelling and the familiar sounds of fighting.
And a Spain who was already not a morning person combined with the fact that he was woken up by immature and obnoxious yelling only made for a very deadly and uncharacteristically impatient being.
"Alright, what the hell is going on?" He ran a hand through his messy hair and his narrowed eyes flicked back and forth between the two nations. America had Norway pinned up against the fridge and it looked to be the start of a fight. He noticed though, that there was also a small mess of what appeared to be an explosion of water on a wall and the messy peanut butter he didn't even want to know about.
Calmly, he grabbed America's hair, roughly dragging the superpower back. "You both have three seconds to explain what's going on before I get violent.
Tres...
Dos...
Uno..."
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Post by America on Aug 25, 2012 21:32:35 GMT -5
[[Norway was the one who had America pinned up against the fridge at first. BUT WAIT! Meri shall change it to fit your post better 'cause I was gonna be doing this anyway. XD]]
When America heard all those words about his brother, his eyes flashed. He hated it when people accused him of overshadowing his brother. Like he meant to? With a snarl, he easily maneuvered out of Norway's grip, then grabbed the smaller country and slammed him up against the fridge. "So that's all my fault?" he shouted back. "It's my fault that people overlook him all the time?" He couldn't believe Norway was placing all the blame on him.
And the worst part of it was that the only way Norway could have gotten such information about Canada's insecurities was if Canada himself told Norway. Which would mean that Canada was telling Norway how awful of a brother America was.
Just about ready to punch Norway (or something, he wasn't sure anymore), someone suddenly grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back, obviously not caring how much it hurt. "Ow, let go!" America exclaimed, pushing the hand off of him. Ah. Spain. Of course. Who else would come but yet another country who America wasn't on good terms with.
"It's Norway's fault," America snapped. "He's going around sleeping with my brother and spreading lies about me!"
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 25, 2012 21:41:17 GMT -5
Norway braced himself for a punch but he saw Spain almost come out of nowhere and pull the American back. It seemed like the spainish man was trying to stop the almost fight. "Sleeping around?!" Norway cried out in a rage. "I am not! Ive never slept or kissed anyone else ever since I got and meet Canada! I love him!!!"
The nordic felt outraged at America and felt like he was going to cry. He loved Canada more then anyone in the world and now his idiotic older brother was saying he slept around with others! He tried lundging at the man but he couldnt because of Spain's hand on his shirt.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 25, 2012 23:02:33 GMT -5
At this point, Spain wasn't in the mood to hear even the slightest amount of bickering.
"¡Callate! ¡Ambos!" Shut up! Both of you! He shoved them even further apart and with very little remorse. "You two are acting like immature little BRATS, not like nations who are supposed to be working together! Honestly, you should be ashamed of yourselves! Here you are, bickering over what? A lack of information? So what!" He crossed his arms and looked back and forth between them. "Now, if you two can't behave, I am going to have no choice but to treat you like little niños, do you understand me?"
The Spaniard paused, looking them both in their blue eyes. "Now, what exactly is this about? And do not even THINK about starting with 'he started it'."
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Post by America on Aug 26, 2012 13:03:31 GMT -5
America crossed his arms over his chest, his face, which was usually quite cheerful and bright, now pulled into a tight frown. "I'm not a brat," he murmured, shuffling his feet and seeming highly unsure of himself. In the back of his mind, something told him that Spain was right, that he was acting quite childishly, but the impulsive part of him didn't care at the current moment, not when some other country was stealing away his brother.
"Norway's taking Canada away from me and brainwashing him," the superpower explained, shooting yet another glare at the Nordic nation. "Canada hasn't talked to me in weeks, and I only just found out earlier today that they'll be getting married. I mean, who keeps that a secret? I tell Mattie everything, but now he'll hardly look at me 'cause he's spending all his time with...with..." He didn't know any good insults to call Norway, so he just pointed a finger in the other's direction. "With him! And I bet he's no good for my brother anyway. Doesn't he live with all those other nations? He's just trying to draw Canada into his little web and sleep with him. That's all he wants, and Canada isn't even thinking right!" He took a deep breath. "He deserves someone better, not this guy!"
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