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Post by England on Sept 9, 2012 20:40:01 GMT -5
England trudged up the long set of stairs to the roof, dragging his feet and half-alseep still. He had half a mind to just turn around and walk right back the way he came, but he was worried. America and Canada were fighting, apparently, and those two never fought. This must have been something important. Something important that England, as a semi-present and only slightly responsible parent-figure of authority may or may not be able to resolve. At the top fo the stairs, in front of the door, he had to stop, and wonder if he really was going to make a difference.
He was way too tired to care anyways.
So he just stepped out of the open door, reminding himself to close it before going back down. The cold air outside immediately whipped him in the face, and he swore. The soles of his socked feet were already going numb, and he clutched himself in an effort to keep warm. His two boys were on the ground, chatting in soft, low tones, and England, again, considered just turning back and heading the way they came. He slightly felt like he was intruding.
Then again, the two were outside after curfew, so he had the right to know why. Silently, he walked to their side, and stopped only a few feet behind them.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 12, 2012 20:26:50 GMT -5
Canada closed his eyes and turned his head downward in order not to look at America at all. He felt so guilty for not telling his brother, the guilt felt like it was eating him alive. "I'm so sorry America, I know I should have told you, I know there are no excuses, but, I just don't want the whole world knowing about my love life."
He looked back up to America, slightly surprised how he could change the subject so quickly. "What about yourself? you were out here much longer than I was, you would catch a cold before me. You're not used to this weather either."
He scooted closer to his brother's side and pressed the back of his hand against America's forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever..."
(( short, short, short. ))
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Post by America on Sept 13, 2012 8:42:57 GMT -5
America snorted, moving his head away from Canada's hand and trying to act like he didn't enjoy the closeness of his brother. He hated it when people, especially Canada, tried ruining a perfectly bad mood in hopes of making him feel better. He didn't want to feel better. He wanted Canada to feel like complete and utter shit, because...well, if America felt that way, then so should Canada, since it was his brother's fault.
And then he felt guilty for wishing that his brother would feel bad. He hated making people feel bad. After all, he was the hero! Heroes were supposed to life people up, make them feel good about themselves. With that in mind, America bit down on his lip. "I'm fine," he muttered. "I got this blanket." He wanted to say more, but nothing would come out, until he finally landed on a topic that he needed to discuss.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 15, 2012 20:27:46 GMT -5
"One blanket isn't going to help you very much." argued Canada. He knew better than anyone how cold it could get during the winter. He assumed that America knew as well. His brother would still be cold with a single blanket, anyone would be. That is, if you weren't immune to any coldness what so ever. He didn't know how much some of the other countries could handle.
He was a bit surprised by America's question. "Why wouldn't I be nice to you?" asked Canada. Of course he was going to be nice to America, they were family! Even better, they were brothers, no, twins. Could two people be any closer? They had practically spent their entire lives together, they had succeed and failed together, they had been through almost everything together. When it seemed like he didn't have a friend in the world, no one that would understand him, he always had America.
"It seems as though I'm not nice enough to you. You're my brother, and we been through so much together. I'm sorry, I could never be the brother you deserve." He looked down into his lap, not trusting himself to look at America while pooring out all of his feelings. A slight burning feeling hit his eyes, a single tear threatened to drop and stain his face. He wasn't about to let America see him cry, he was getting worked up over nothing. He quickly wiped away the tear, hoping his brother wouldn't notice anything.
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Post by Egypt on Sept 15, 2012 21:26:27 GMT -5
((Sorry but I forgot to add in that the blanket is made of wool~ >A< ))
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Post by America on Sept 17, 2012 10:31:30 GMT -5
[[Righto, Egypt!]]
America decided to ignore the comment on his blanket (or, rather, Egypt's blanket. Details). He was warm enough as it was and, besides, the entire goal of staying outside was so that he would catch a cold or something and make Canada feel guilty. Although, sadly enough, it looked as if Canada was lready feeling guilty. Okay, maybe America didn't want for his brother to feel guilty. He just wanted a little bit of pity.
Not this much.
"Hey, you're more than nice to me," he muttered. "I mean, you're probably nicer to Norway..." He trailed off then, unable to look at Canada, and feeling guilt creep into his stomach. He knew he was just being an asshole. No loving brother would ever accuse their sibling of liking someone more. Sure, Canada loved Norway. That was fact. Yet America knew he had just as much love for his family members. It was a different sort of love, but it was still strong, still unbreakable.
He turned to speak to Canada, but noticed someone else standing there. "H-Hey, England!" he exclaimed, quickly throwing a smile on his face and noticing the pajamas the island nation was wearing. That could only mean that he was probably rudely awoken by noise. America's noise, specifically. "What are you doing out in this cold, dude? Man, I bet you're tired! Why don't you just go back to bed and Mattie and I will be down in a second, 'kay? We're just talking about roasting marshmallows."
His excuses would need some work.
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Post by England on Sept 17, 2012 10:50:37 GMT -5
England had been there long enough to see through America's excuse in a second's time. He'd also hear more than enough to be able to understand what was going, or at least formulate some hypotheses on what had happened. His brain was still shut down halfway, and the cold was doing nothing to turn it back on, so he just stood there, clutching himself, and standing above the two brothers in all his pyjama-ed glory.
"Learn to lie better." was the only thing England muttered to address America's alibi, deciding not to dignify it with a longer answer. Instead, he skipped to the problem at hand, and trailed his eyes over to Canada. "I was standing here long enough to figure out the basics of what you two daft fools were up to. Making so much noise in the middle of the night... I hope you're aware you could be waking up many of the light-sleeping Nations that deserve their sleep as much as you do." he glared reproachfully at them before softening his gaze and sighing.
These two always got in trouble together. He'd just almost never seen them fight. Last time they did, it was centuries ago, and it was troubling to see the old habits resurface. In a time where stability was the most important thing, these two were changing their interactions drastically, and England was suddenly nervous.
"Listen. I don't understand the details, but you two are brothers. You've been raised together since the colonization era, and have lived side by side even before that. You've been long-time allies and have supported one another no matter what. America, after all that, why would you think Canada doesn't love you?" he then turned to the other. "And Canada, you know how horrible it feels to be ignored. Why would you put your own brother through something like that?"
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 19, 2012 20:49:00 GMT -5
"Y-You heard everything?" whispered Canada, looking straight up at England. If England had heard enough to understand what was going on, then it was just the same as knowing everything, there wasn't much to it. A small blush covered his cheeks at the realization that someone else knew his secret. He really shouldn't have keep that secret, he felt even worse than before, if that was even possible. It was just such a personal matter, he didn't feel that he needed to tell anyone. They never pay attention to him anyway.
"I'm sorry" said Canada, looking back at America "I didn't mean to make you feel ignore, I didn't know you felt that way. I just, embarrassed to tell you." Wouldn't anyone be embarrassed to tell their family about their love life? He certainly was, and he would continue to blush like a school girl until he was used to being in public with Norway. It certainly would take some getting used to after ssneaking around so much, but he had learned his lesson. Secrets should always be shared with your best friend, and America was, without a doubt, his very best friend.
"I promise I will tell you everything important that I do. Just, promise me that you will tell me if I ever start to ignore you again, okay?" asked Canada, stretching out his hand for America to shake and end this whole argument. He really wanted his best friend back.
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Post by America on Sept 20, 2012 8:53:32 GMT -5
America felt ashamed of himself for causing so much trouble. He hadn't been thinking of any of the other nations who needed their sleep. He hadn't been thinking that he was probably hurting Canada's feelings, simply because he wanted to be selfish like usual. And now that selfishness had gotten others involved into something that was supposed to be only between America and Norway.
Biting his lip, he gave a small shrug. "You didn't have to tell me anything," he mumbled, looking away from both England and Canada. "I mean, I'm sure there's a lot that I don't tell you." More than a lot, actually, simply because he didn't think it was important enough for Canada to know about. But, still...even he'd tell Canada if there was a wedding going on. He knew his brother was embarrassed about things like this, but...a wedding! That was big news, and he felt upset that Spain knew about it before he did.
However, he wasn't going to hold that against Canada in any way. He knew about it now, and he'd have to make sure he didn't pressure Canada so much in the future. So rather than shake Canada's hand, he stood, pulling his brother up with him (and still feeling awkward around England, for he was indeed being quite childish). "But I'll promise to tell you if you promise to tell me. That I'm ignoring you, I mean."
Maybe that was the reason Canada didn't tell anyone.
Oh, and if hardly anyone knew, that meant England was probably left in the dark. He grinned, glancing over at the elder nation. "Iggy, guess what? Canada's getting married!"
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Post by England on Sept 20, 2012 9:47:50 GMT -5
England watched the following apologies unfold between the two brothers and sighed, glad that everything would be alright. He really didn't think he'd take it well if the two nations he'd come to know so well started fighting. Last time he'd seen them in a serious fight like this, it had been because of him, and England really just wanted them to stop so that the memory would go away. The two nations had always been peaceful, if the world's longest undefended border was anything to brag about. England was just glad everything was stabilizing again. When America turned to look at him, he realized he was starting to smile, and immediately killed the expression rising on his face.
"I figured it was something related to Canada's love life, but I didn't think it was a wedding, of all things." he was way too tired and way too cold to be more excited about it all. Perhaps the next morning, he'd be able to congratulate (and question, of course) Canada a lot better. "Well then, all the best to you, love." he didn't even know who Canada was getting married to, which suddenly made him realize that he'd been a lot more distant to his ally since they got here. But he'd ask later, when the mood was better (and when it wasn't so goddamn cold).
"In any case, it's not that I want to cut your apologies short, because you've still got to make amends entirely, but none of us are allowed on the roof at this time of the night. That, and if you stand here for another minute, you're going to catch a cold and that won't be fun for anyone." he grumbled, rubbing his arms instinctively at the mention of cold.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 30, 2012 19:28:04 GMT -5
"America..." whined Canada, looking straight at his brother. The whole argument had been about America finding out about the wedding, and now he was telling England? He knew England were learn about it eventually, especially with America knowing now, but he didn't think it would be this soon. It was just another one of those times that he wished America would keep his mouth shut every once and a while.
"Yes England." said Canada with a sigh. It made him feel so young when England scolded the both of them and told them to get inside and go to bed. He looked back over at his brother and said "I really am sorry. Would you like to walk with me to the rest area?"
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Post by America on Sept 30, 2012 20:35:28 GMT -5
Ignoring the whine that Canada gave (not because he was ignoring Canada, but just because he realized that he probably shouldn't have told), America hooked arms with Canada. "Hell, yeah," he said, nodding his head vigorously. "It's cold out here." And he'd already been sitting out here for quite a good while now. Granted, he did have Egypt's wool blanket, but it was still very cold. Canadian winters were a lot different than a winter down south, obviously.
He glanced over at England, then shoved the blanket into one of the older nation's hands before pulling him into a tight, one-armed hug. "And England's coming with us. Maybe we can make some hot chocolate and...well, we...if you want, we could invite, uh, Norway." He grimaced just mentioning his name. "And Spain, of course. Gotta apologize to him for waking him up at this time of night and making him angry and shit."
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Post by England on Sept 30, 2012 23:21:06 GMT -5
England acted fast when the blanket was shoved into his hands, pulling it up so it wouldn't touch the ground. The warmth of the wool on his frozen fingers felt amazing, but it was nothing compared to how warm it suddenly got when America engulfed him in a one-armed hug. He let out a soft sigh, watching his breath crystallize when it came in contact with the cold air, and then gave himself a second to think. America's hug was something he would normally push away from when others were around, though he did feel that this was a different kind of hug. And so he told himself he was way too lethargic and cold to think straight, and accepted the hug.
He then turned his eyes to Canada, who had his arm hooked to America's, and decided that it had been way too long since he'd had a chance to simply be with two of the people he considered to be his greatest allies (and friends?). Emboldened by the lack of rational thought caused by the cold, he pinched the cloth on Canada's shoulder and pulled him closer until he, too, was in England's arms, neck slightly bent to reach his height. Gosh, they'd grown, they'd both grown so much, and England hadn't even been there to see them. And now, when they were both at their lowest, they still believed in one another, and England felt proud that they'd become so close. As he threw an arm around America as well, he threaded both his hands through the North American brothers' hair and idly played with the equally golden strands.
"You're always coming up with ludicrous ideas, America. We're all going to bed now, it's late enough already. Hot chocolate for breakfast, if you will." he chuckled breathily, wisps of hot air escaping his mouth in white puffs. "You're both such ridiculous boys, and yet you're so strong." It seemed like only yesterday when they were running around in the fields, getting their nightdresses dirty and trying to catch rainbows in puddles. Nostalgia washed over England as it finally struck him that the two tiny nations he once considered his very own sons had become something else entirely: powerful and great. He wouldn't have been able to do anything without them. "I'm glad you're here."
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Oct 7, 2012 22:25:14 GMT -5
Canada found himself in a very odd position, with one arm hooked with his brother's arm, while in a sort if group hug with England and America. It had all happened so fast that he couldn't stop any of the hugs from happening, although, he didn't mind too much, not too much at all. It had been such a long time since they had all been together, he couldn't remember when the last time was, when they weren't fighting zombies and they could somewhat relax. It felt nice to be so close with to his family again.
However, he didn't know how to react to the hug in the first place, so he didn't know what to do or what to say now. He shifted uncomfortably in England's grasp, and finally a smile spread on his face. He placed one hand on England's shoulder and said "I'm glad we're all together," he glanced over at his brother before continuing "it gets lonely without you two here."
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Post by America on Oct 8, 2012 10:14:04 GMT -5
Smiling when England managed to get the three of them in some sort of group hug, America huddled even closer, enjoying the warmth and the companionship that was brought on by simply being near his two closest friends in the world. He couldn't even remember last time they all just took a moment to enjoy each others company, to forget about all their worries and stand together as the best of friends. They really needed more moments like this. Sure, he hugged England when he could, and sure, he hugged Canada when he could, but it was always one or the other. It was never both.
And now it was and the argument that brought them like this in the first place was promptly forgotten in exchange for such closeness.
"'Course it's lonely without me," he said in response to Canada's statement. "Dunno how you two can survive it. Betcha both of you miss my heroism whenever I'm not around. And my dashing smile." As if to prove that his smile was indeed dashing, he grinned, wide and toothy, eyes crinkling at the edges. Yep, they needed more moments like this. Minus the cold and the fight that started everything in the first place.
He finally pulled back, clapping both England and Canada on the shoulders. "England's right!" he exclaimed. "We should get some sleep and rest up for tomorrow. And, in the morning, I'm making the three of us hot chocolate. Mattie, you can make some pancakes for us." He paused here, glancing over at England, a thoughtful expression on his face. Letting England in the kitchen would not do, not at all. Not unless they wanted to be sick for the day. Even if he could stomach England's food, America wasn't in the mood to do that.
"England, you can clean up after us." That should keep him out of trouble. Plus, England was great at cleaning.
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