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Post by America on Oct 8, 2012 20:41:45 GMT -5
[[Uncreative-with-titles!Meri strikes again!]]
Everyone who said that pizza was junk food was seriously joking.
Pizza had bread (with the dough and all). Pizza had cheese (which was a dairy product and very good for you). Pizza had tomatoes (which is a fruit and, again, good for you). Pizza had meat (and meat was essential to life, duh). Pizza was also created with love and kindness (which helped boost morale). Point was, pizza was a very healthy meal, and America knew pizza was what made him stronger.
And it was totally an American thing that the Italians stole.
So when he found a bunch of ham in the freezer, he realized that it was a more-than-perfect idea to make pizza. Everyone would enjoy it, and he was pretty good with making pizza. Better yet, he'd make small, personal pizzas, and everyone would have their own so there would be no fighting over pizza slices. He smiled as he picked a tomato from one of the plants, humming a tune under his breath.
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Post by Mexico on Oct 8, 2012 20:47:42 GMT -5
Mexico frowned as she looked at America from behind a little plant that hid her entire body perfectly....was that idiot stealing one of her tomatoes?! WITHOUT ASKING!? That was an offence to her....she worked hard for those things! And they werent even ripe yet!! She could see a bit of green on the tomato that the blonde man was holding...and it was really getting to her at the moment....
You would be thinking that a person would feel akward at watching a person from afar like this, but she had gotten used to watching the american from random hiding places....and getting chased by him as a result.....but right at this moment she was going to try her best to be quiet and not get chased away this time!!!! Unfortunetly, it was way harder then it looked...America took her food....HER food...that tomato deserved to be on the vine two or three days more!!! NOT TO BE PUT IN WHATEVER AMERICA WAS MAKING!!!!
She wanted to scream loudly at America but bit her bottom lip hard."OW!" she cried out before she quickly covered her mouth.
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Post by America on Oct 9, 2012 21:06:27 GMT -5
Just as he had a pretty good amount of tomatoes filled in the basket he was holding, he heard a cry from somewhere in the greenhouse. His mind instantly ruled out 'zombie' (because he realized that thinking the zombies were everywhere was just a paranoid thing to do, and he certainly wasn't a paranoid person) and the majority of nations, seeing as it sounded much too girly to be a guy.
He straightened up, gazing around the plants and dirt for a few seconds before his eyes landed on an unnatural clash of color behind one particular tomato vine. He assumed it was the patterns in this person's clothing, and found his assumption to be correct when he took a few steps forward and found a girl hiding from him. A girl he knew very well.
"Howdy, Mexico!" he greeted, a grin lighting up his face to find his sister. "I didn't know you came to the warehouse! When did ya get here?" |
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Post by Mexico on Oct 11, 2012 21:07:11 GMT -5
Mexico gulped and looked down. She hated it when she got caught...she never liked it when she got caught by the American....she looked away and sighed. "I got here a few days ago actually....I just couldnt find ya anywhere so when i found you here i...i got kicked into old habits again." She looked up at the younger man and smiled a bit. Maybe if she gave a cute look to the taller man, she could get it off easy.
"Hehe...s-sorry...." she said as she inched her way to the edge of the plant and closer to the doorway of the greenhouse. It might be an easy escape if she was closer to the doorway.
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Post by America on Oct 12, 2012 10:15:06 GMT -5
America laughed when she mentioned the old habits. Surely she would never quit being a weirdo. Then again, that was one of the reasons he got along with her. Well, most of the time, anyway. He couldn't say that he was as close to her as he was with Canada, but he still considered her his little sister and he loved her as any brother would. Past disagreements aside, he was pleased to admit that they got along fine these days.
"Don't be sorry!" he exclaimed, grabbing her gently and pulling her up to him by her arm. "Man, I wish I knew you had come. I would have greeted you better." Well, now that was both Canada and Mexico he hadn't properly welcomed to the warehouse. He felt bad for not being better well-informed on the comings and goings of multiple countries. Things were crazy, though, what with spring now arriving and the snow melting. More zombies were able to get around faster, which required more work to be done, either with patrolling or repairs or whatnot. |
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