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Post by America on Jul 5, 2012 22:06:06 GMT -5
America grinned. "Aw, am I your favorite person ever?" he teased, nudging his brother's shoulder. "C'mon, you know I totally am, man." He looked happy, he sounded happy, and, above all else, he felt happy. Spending time with Canada, even in the freezing weather and constant alert, was more than peachy. He had always felt close ties with Canada, living right next to him and all. Plus, they were both very strong nations and they both had excellent food- for America, hamburgers (although others would find that debatable), for Canada, pancakes (no one disagreed with that).
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 5, 2012 22:27:31 GMT -5
Canada smiled back at America, he truely couldn't stay sad for long when he was around. "You're certainly my favorite brother." He knew full well that America was his only brother. Well, unless you wanted to include all of England's children into the equation. He did love his brother very much and was happy to admit that. However, he didn't want to tell anyone that America was indeed his 'favorite person' as America had put it. He grew up with America being one of his only friends, not to mention they share quite a large border with each other. Since they did share a large border, they often had similar interests, making them have a lot in common.
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Post by America on Jul 5, 2012 22:43:36 GMT -5
'Course I am," America agreed quite proudly. "You don't have any other brothers! At least, I hope not. Unless something happened that I don't know about, which, I mean...didn't happen. I know everything." Which was an exaggeration, but it was so totally close enough to the truth that it shouldn't even categorize as an exaggeration.
That thought in his head, America nodded. "Yep. I'm your favorite nation in the world. And you shall be my favorite nation in the world. Even if you aren't the hero, you're still the hero's brother. And that's good enough." He didn't mind what Canada was to him so long as he continued being an awesome friend (and so long as America remained the cooler one of the two, duh).
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 6, 2012 9:24:39 GMT -5
"I know I don't have any other brothers." Canada didn't want to get technical with the parent or sibling situation, it could become quite confusing when you were a nation. Besides, to Canada, America was his one and only sibling, and his very best friend.
Canada didn't mind being the hero's brother. He had always been second best to America, if he was remembered at all. This didn't matter much to him, so long as America never left him. It saddened him to think of when his brother would leave. Eventually, even if it took a thousand years, he would find someone else to be with. Someone who he would marry and make a family with. Canada threw that thought away, his brother was here with him now, and wasn't going to leave anytime soon.
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Post by America on Jul 6, 2012 20:53:54 GMT -5
America shrugged. "Details, details," he replied, waving Canada's statement off. "Who needs 'em?" He sighed happily, his breath coming out in white clouds. This, of course, caught his attention. "Watch, Mattie. Just watch." He paused, mostly for dramatic effect, before exhaling deeply, letting a large white cloud form in front of his mouth. It disappeared after a rather quick second, but America still looked rather pleased with himself. "I'd be an awesome dragon, huh?"
He remembered a time when he would stand out in the cold and pretend to be a dragon. That was a time when he didn't have to work as hard or worry as much. It was just him and imagination. Even the cold weather held wonders and America really wanted to get back in touch with that childish innocence he once possessed. It now seemed like an act sometimes, an act to push everything stressful out of his mind for a few minutes.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 7, 2012 15:10:18 GMT -5
Canada's smile grew even bigger at America's childish antics. He worried too much, if only he could be as happy as his brother always seemed to be. What he wouldn't give to have all these worries lifted from his shoulders and act like he used to when he was just a colony. This would never happen of course, but he could enjoy the time that he was spending with America right now.
Deciding to play along with his little game, he replied "If you're the dragon, the who will save the princess in the tower?" He knew that this would get a reaction out of his brother, he always wanted to be the hero. You couldn't be a dragon and the knight at the same time, could you?
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Post by America on Jul 7, 2012 18:19:53 GMT -5
A tad bit stumped with the question, America took a moment to look around, wanting to buy some time for an answer. He honestly hadn't thought of that ever before. So all those times when he pretended to play the dragon...he wasn't heroic? The mere idea was horrible. But, of course, America knew he'd be the hero no matter what. If he couldn't fit in the story, he would simply change it.
"Dude, I'm a good dragon," he said intelligently, nodding his head for emphasis. "See, I never stuck the princess in the tower. The dragon was just blamed for that, but the princess knows he wasn't the one who did it. So the dragon can still save the princess and show the world that, no, he really isn't the bad guy, and then they live happily ever after." He smiled. "The end."
He needed to remember to thank his brother for giving him this time to not really worry about anything but silly stories. He wanted more times like this, where he could just relax and joke around.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 7, 2012 19:21:18 GMT -5
"That's not how I remember the story." Canada was surprised that America actually made a logical excuse for being a dragon. Of course this didn't mean that his brother didn't usually have good excuses, because most of his excuses were pretty well thought out. He was just surprised that America had been able to one-up Canada. He had always wanted to be better than his brother at something, even though he didn't mind too much about being second best.
"It was a wonderful story anyway." Canada hadn't been told a story in a very long time, and it made him remember when the threat of a zombie apocalypse was the last thing on his mind. He wished that he would be able to spend more time with his brother in the future. He had missed their talks very much.
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Post by America on Jul 7, 2012 19:48:13 GMT -5
"It's a gorgeous story," America countered, giving himself a few well-earned claps (while still making sure he stayed quiet enough that zombies wouldn't hear him). "Who cares if it isn't the original. Sometimes, the sequel is far better." He smirked. "Only sometimes, though. Most of the time the sequels suck. But not this time." He could name quite a few movies that really disappointed him, but there were those that surprised him.
Sticking his hands back in his pocket, America looked over at his brother. "How about you?" he asked, blue eyes inquisitive. "Got any awesome stories you'd like to share with me?"
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 7, 2012 20:47:38 GMT -5
"Let's see..." Canada didn't know many stories, but he had to know at least one. He had to show his brother that he could be fun to be around too. He wondered if it had to be a made up story or a real story. He realized that he could just tell America a story that France used to tell to him.
"Alright, Once apon a time there was man and a woman. They loved each other very much, but neither of them knew that the other loved them. One day the man went to the woman's house and asked to.. wait a second." He thought about the ending to the story and decided against telling it. "I don't think you want to hear the rest of that story, it's one that France told to me." He looked over to his brother and said "You know what? You tell better stories than me."
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Post by America on Jul 8, 2012 17:33:00 GMT -5
America stopped, giving his brother a curious and bewildered glance. "Dude," he muttered, shaking his head. "Were you seriously planning on telling me a story that France told you?" He grimaced, continuing to walk again. "Ugh, I don't even want to imagine the stories you heard about when you were a kid. Lemme live in my world of fantasies and superheroes, and you keep the, uh...other stuff to yourself."
He smiled, pleased to be thinking up another story to unfold- while storytelling most certainly wasn't his thing, he really did like trying. He liked being able to come up with something on the spot and hear how it sounded when he pieced it all together. "Lesse," he drawled out, pressing his lips together in a thin line to think. "There was once a...an alien. The alien liked traveling to different planets to explore."
And then he was stuck. This really wasn't his thing.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 8, 2012 17:53:59 GMT -5
"It wasn't that bad..." said Canada, blushing slightly. He decided that it was best to keep France out of their conversations from now on, he really wasn't the best influence in the world.
Canada listened to America's story while still trying to think of his own. He knew he could make up a good story as well if he tried really hard. He noticed that his brother had stopped the story, maybe he had writer's block? "Here, let me help you." Canada thought about all the things he knew about aliens and continued "Maybe the alien's ship broke down and he can't get home." It seemed like a good start to a story.
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Post by America on Jul 8, 2012 18:47:03 GMT -5
Trying to snap (and failing because of his gloves), America's face lit up, excited to continue the story. "Yeah! Good one, Matt!" He only gave it a few seconds of thought before replying, "Alright, so the alien's ship broke down on...on...on Earth!" America nodded, knowing all too well that he was going slow at this, but too wrapped up in the story running through his head to stop now. "So he crash-lands on Earth, in the middle of a forest, where he's found by a lumberjack."
He was getting most of the setting based off of what he was seeing at the moment- the forest was right ahead and, with his mind's eye, lumberjacks chopping down the wood for a living was all too clear. "So, the lumberjack's name is...um...Chris. Chris something. Last names don't matter." America waved it off. "And he's got three children at home, and...and a wife." Finding this much easier now, America grinned. "He doesn't make enough money, being a lumberjack and all, so he stays out on the job later than the others, chopping the wood to earn a larger paycheck. He sees the crash from afar and decides to go check it out."
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 8, 2012 19:27:26 GMT -5
Canada was glad that he could be of some use and he continued to narrate with his brother, even if America was better at it. "The alien heard Chris' footsteps before he arrived at the crash site since aliens have excellent earing." Canada realized that making up a story wasn't too hard, you only had to use your imagination a little.
"However, he didn't have enough time to hide. When Chris walked into the clearing, he saw the broken spaceship and he noticed a strange creature next to it. The alien walked up to the human and introduced himself as...as..." Canada didn't know what to call the alien, should he use a human name or a wierd alien name? Maybe he should call the alien Tony just like America's alien friend.
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Post by America on Jul 8, 2012 19:59:57 GMT -5
"Tony!" America blurted out, grinning when he thought of his best friend. "Yeah, the alien's name was Tony. Chris was, obviously, a bit freaked out, but he was also shocked, so he listened to Tony's story about how he came from a far-off, distant planet, just exploring the universe, and his ship broke down in the forest and, despite the awesomeness of Earth- and America, since they're in my country- Tony just really wants to get back home, so he asks Chris for some help, but Chris is all, 'Dude, I'm just a flipping lumberjack, what can I do?' and so Tony tells him that he just needs to fix the ship."
America took a quick breath, now ignoring the puffs of white mist coming from his mouth. He scanned the area, making sure zombies weren't hanging about, and continued. "But poor Chris is just a simple lumberjack, nothin' special, so he agrees to help even though he states that he's probably of no use. So they look over the ship and find that the...the thingy is broken." America paused. "Um...the engine, I guess." But that sounded so boring and plain and not sci-fi like.
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