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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 26, 2012 22:34:32 GMT -5
Canada was sitting quietly by the fireplace which he had just build up with newly chopped wood. He had believed it to be oak, but none the less couldn't be sure.
Canada hadn't been able to get to sleep that night, so he had decided to sit next to the fireplace. The fire swayed back and forth, orange, yellow and red shapes formed into the fire. Canada could see them, his people, all of them suffering. The zombies rampaged the orange city, tearing at the throats of young children and fair maiden alike. There was nothing he could do, no way he could help. Canada tried to get the awful image out of his mind, but it keep returning. Each time more feirce than the last.
Canada's chest ached, with physical and emotional pain. So much suffering, and all in his own country. The emotions of his citizens were pouring through his mind, mourning the loss of their family and friends. His chest felt like it was about to explode, Canada didn't know how much longer he could keep his composure around the other nations. The zombies were rampaging on his land, causeing his whole body to ache, but especially his heart. The heart of Canada had been burned down, his capitol turned to ashes. An especially big tremor coarsed through his body. Canada squeezed the soft leather under his hand, a single tear rolled gently down his pained face.
Canada felt so alone. He needed a hero to save him, and fast before he faded away forever. This loneliness was far worse than the regular kind Canada was used to, and he just couldn't bare it any longer.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 26, 2012 22:55:11 GMT -5
(aw!!! thats an amazing starter canada!!!)
The nordic country woke up with a big gasp. He had a dream...a horrible dream. He couldnt remeber what the dream was actually about but it terrified him like crazy. Norway's heart was thumping hard inside his chest and his forehead was sweaty. The older country wrapped himself in a blanket and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. He was starting to panic more and more nowadays. To be more specific, ever since he got to the warehouse. When he was out in the wilderness, he never felt like this, it just felt like war to him. He had been in enough of those to know about war.
War....the biggest war he had ever been in would have been WW1 and 2. That one had been the most drastic....he remebered the germans coming into his house and taking him hostage...it was horrible. He was abused and hurt the whole time he was there. But then one day he remebered someone taking him out of there. Who was it again? Blonde hair....violet eyes...man he couldnt remember who that was.....
The nordic man didnt want to remeber it to much. The small man started walking to the kitchen and he saw a bright light from the corner of his eye. It was the fire place. And someone was sitting by it. Norway blinked a few times and he walked there. "Hello." The nordic said to the person who was sitting there.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 26, 2012 23:16:23 GMT -5
((thanks! ;D ))
Suddenly, Canada heard a voice coming from the kitchen. He reconized that voice, now who was it... Canada composed himself again, putting on his mask of fake emotions. His body noticeably relaxed, his hands pried themselves from the worn furniture, His head looked up, no longer hidden by his wavy blonde hair. His hand went straight to his eyes, wiping away any of the stray tears that threatened to give away his real emotions. He hid this action by faking a yawn. His eyes were red, but he hoped that they wouldn't be noticeable, or at least, the other nation would think it was because he hadn't got any sleep yet.
Canada finally turned around to see who had said 'hello'. Blonde hair, blue eyes, Canada recognized him to be Norway. Not meaning to be rude Canada replied "Oh, Hello there Norway, would you like to sit down with me?" Canada wondered if Norway was having trouble sleeping as well. Of course, what other reason was there to be up at this hour? He hoped that Norway hadn't had a nightmare, Canada hated to see another country suffer.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 26, 2012 23:24:51 GMT -5
The nordic country nodded at the Canadians offer to sit down. He thought that maybe this could help him get over his nightmare. And truthfully he thought that any help wheather big or small would help at that moment. The older nation quietly walked to were the fireplace was and sat down next to the taller blonde nation. He didnt let go of the blanket and kept the piece of cloth firmly around his slim shoulders.
He blinked for a while and stared into the fire thinking about somethings until he turned his head to stare at the country he was sitting besides. He noticed that his eyes were red and puffy and it looked like the younger nation had somethings on his mind, he could tell because the other's eyes seemed to be hazey and unfocused. "Is everything alright?" the norwiegn asked the canadian with no emotion. The nation didnt mean for it to have no emotion though, he actually wanted to sound worried but he couldnt control how he talked at times like this.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 27, 2012 0:11:11 GMT -5
Canada had been staring at the fire, following the movements of the flames. They seemed so alive, so full of passion, almost as if they were dancing. The colors blended so easily, making it seem like a moving painting. Canada tried to blur out reality, blur out his memories, and only focus on the flames.
However, a voice drawed him back into reality, away from his newly created happy place. Blinking several times, Canada felt like he had just arrived back home from a new world. He answered "uh? Oh, I'm fine Norway, don't worry about me." Why was he saying that? He most certainly wasn't 'fine'. All he wanted was to just be at peace for a while, if only for a little while. Canada wanted to take Norway up into a big hug, to bury his face into Norway's soft blonde hair, and cry. To cry for all of the pain this world had given him. Canada mentally shook himself, what was he thinking? How could he be so selfish? Not to mention, Norway would be quite surprised if Canada randomly started hugging him.
Then it struck again, his heart pounded against his chest. The biggest tremor yet, shook his body violently. Canada clutched his chest, grimacing in pain, as tears once again soiled his face. Each attack against his frail form was getting stronger. What were those zombies doing to cause so much damage? Maybe it just the lack of alive humans in his country that made Canada feel so cold, or maybe it was because his people were so far away from home, so far away from Canada.
Unknowingly, Canada had started to cry out "Please... make it stop... it hurts.. so much." He was reduced to a ball of tears as Canada's head hit Norway's lap, and the rest of his body lay on the couch beside Norway. Realizing what he had done, Canada sobed "I'm sorry....so..sorry." He couldn't be rude like this, even in his weakened state.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 27, 2012 10:58:51 GMT -5
Norway felt a little shocked when the Canadian put his head on his lap and begged for the pain to dissapear. But....he felt sad as well. He understood how the canadian must be feeling about his people, Norway could feel them to. Sad, hurt, dieing, but it was understandable that the Canadian was hurting the most because they were on Canadian soil and a nation was always attatched to there land and could feel there people.
Slowly, the nordic country stroked the Canadians soft blonde hair and said, "Its alright...everything is alright." Norway calmly took off his blanket from around his shoulders and warpped it around the canadian that was on his lap. The nordic felt hot tears on his lap and he felt sad that he couldnt help anymore then he was now. He felt so usless....he closed his eyes and tried to remeber what he could do to help....he finaly remebered something and decided to try it.
The nordic man bent down and kissed the canadain on the cheek and said, "It'll be ok...you dont have to cry."
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 27, 2012 11:24:28 GMT -5
Canada heard Norway's sootheing voice, and this calmed him down a little. He felt Norway wrap a blanket around him. The soft fabric instantly warmed his now freezing body. Canada could smell Norway's sweet scent that still lingered between the stitches. Slowly, Canada's body had stopped shakeing, his tense body relaxed. Tears stopped flowing, and the pain in his chest ebbed away. Realizing that he had shut his eyes, Canada slowly opened them, not looking at anything in particular.
Canada could feel how gently Norway stroked his hair, it felt nice. Canada wished they could just stay like this forever, oh what was he thinking? Had he gone off his rocker? This was really inappropriate, but it felt so nice to be noticed. Norway bent down and kissed Canada on the cheek, highly unexpected, but not unwelcome. The warmth of it seeped through Canada's skin and landed in his heart. Slowly, but surely, Canada was developing an affection for Norway. Not quite infatuation, but affection.
Canada's hand searched the couch cushion for Norway's hand. Succeeding in finding it, Canada wraped his hand around the other nation's hand, using it almost as a landline to reality.
It felt so nice to be saved.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 27, 2012 11:46:45 GMT -5
Norway smiled warmly when he felt Canada's hand wrap around his own. He squeezed his hand to make sure that Canada knew he was holding his hand. Quietly, Norway looked back into the fire and continued to stare into the redish orange flames that danced inside the fireplace. He felt at peace and happy for the first tiime in such a long time. The younger nations hair was so soft and so light to him. Then he saw that little piece of hair that separated itself from the other strands. He blinked a few times and wondered what that was.
Was it like the Italians hair curl? There E-Zone? Or was it like his, it stood for something and was sensitive. There was one way to find out.....The norweigen country slowly reached for the hair and touched it lightly between his thumb and middle finger.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 27, 2012 12:25:27 GMT -5
((I just want to point out that I have no idea what that hair could be, I'm simply guessing))
Canada felt Norway squeeze his hand, reasuring him that it was alright to hold hands. Canada glanced back towards the flames in the fireplace. They were still as youthful as ever, waving back and forth, blending together and falling apart. Canada felt at peace, he felt so happy that his painful emotions had abandoned him. He couldn't even remember why he had been crying. He could almost fall asleep now. Canada's breatheing softened, his eyelids drooped lower.
All of a sudden, what felt like lightning spread through Canada's body, he instantly let go of Norway's hand. His body went rigid and he bolted straight up, covering his head with the blanket. Why did all of a sudden had he wanted to kiss Norway? He could picture himself grasping Norway's face, and planting a kiss straight on the lips. Fingers running through his blonde hair, pressing him closer, "STOP!" cried out Canada. How could he think of such things? Even though the other nation couldn't see his face, he was blushing a deep red. "You just looked so beautiful...But I could never..." Why was he now thinking his thoughts out loud? "I feel so dizzy" Finally the images stopped, and Canada returned back to his old self again.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 27, 2012 12:55:00 GMT -5
Norway freaked out a bit when Canada let go of his hand all of a sudden. Did he do something wrong? 'Beautiful?' Norway thought quietly to himself. Did the younger nation just call him that? When it seemed like the Canadian had calmed down, Norway asked quietly. "D-did you just call me b-beautiful?" the older nation needed some time to process all of his emotions. Yes he was fond of the young nation, no doubt about that! But now that he thought about it, it felt like his feelings to the taller man were...were increasing by alot that night. The norweigen man blushed a bit and covered his face with his hand just in case the other nation couldnt see his blushing red face.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 27, 2012 13:29:07 GMT -5
After a moment of thought, Canada, still hiding under the blanket whispered "...yes....I'm sorry" Norway probably wanted nothing to do with him now. What had happened? Canada had no idea why he suddenly acted like a differant person...wait, he remembered this happening some other time. If he was correct, it was when America had pulled his....oh. Canada understood perfectly now, Norway had touched the hair on his head that was separate from the rest. That annoying piece of hair always made him act strange whenever someone touched it.
Of course Canada cared for Norway, but could it be something more? Or was it all because his hair had made him act strange? Canada's head was clearer now, so he thought about it. Could it be more than just simple affection?
Canada peeked out from under the blanket to see Norway's reaction, he had to face the music eventually.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 27, 2012 13:51:14 GMT -5
"Its alright." Norway said stil covering his flushed face. What was wrong with him....he never acted like this...slowly the nation calmed down and uncovered his face. He started petting the canadian's head again and said, "I-If it means anything, you are very....a-atractive to." Norway blushed when he said it, but it was the truth. He had always thought that the canadian was like that...ever since he saved him during World War 1. Maybe he did like Canada more then a friend....but he couldnt say that out loud! The Canadian man would think he was crazy or something...
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 27, 2012 14:24:49 GMT -5
Canada uncovered his face, noticing that Norway didn't look discusted or confused, and most importantly, he hadn't left. He was filled with relief at this fact. Canada hadn't meant to say such things, even if they were true, he couldn't control his actions. Norway started to pet Canada's head again, but Canada was surprised by what Norway said after that. Did he really mean all that he had said?
Canada slowly placed his hand around Norway's hand again, looking down at their intertwined fingers, Canada whispered "Thanks". He was thanking for not leaving, and they kind words he had said. Canada knew for sure this time, it was something more than affection, not quite infatuation, but given time it could grow. Canada placed his head on Norway's shoulder, content with just sitting next to Norway for now.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 27, 2012 14:53:50 GMT -5
Norway smiled when Canada put his head on his shoulder. He squeezed Canada's hand lightly just to reasure himself that he wasnt dreaming. For some reason this felt like one to the Nordic, it seemed to perfect to him....moments like this felt so rare to him now. He was always surrounded bye tradigy and horrors now that his people and others were those horrible zombies....Norway felt the world dim a bit...he was kinda tired but he didnt wanna fall asleep. He wanted to stay in the perfect for as long as he could....but his eyelids were starting to betray him...they felt heavier then usual...the older country sighed and layed his head on Canada's. The younger nations hair was so soft, like a pillow...
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 27, 2012 15:21:23 GMT -5
Canada felt so tired, he had stayed up for most of the night and he desperately needed rest. The horrors that had previously keep him up seemed to vanish now that Norway was next to him. The tremors that had attacked his body before seemed to have faded away, like an unpleasant dream. Canada eyelids drooped as Norway placed his head on Canada's head. Realizing that Norway must be exhausted, Canada carefully wraped the blanket around both of them, making sure not to disturb Norway. "Sweet dreams" whispered Canada, as his own eyelids slowly closed. Canada's breathing got softer, and soon he was fully asleep. However, even though he was asleep, Canada made sure to keep ahold of Norway's hand.
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