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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 27, 2012 15:46:26 GMT -5
Norway woke up warm and actually refreshed. He blinked a few times and tried to remebered where he was. Oh right, he was by the fire place with Canada. He looked over to the fireplace which had no more fire, just burnt pieces of wood...Then he looked to the Canadian who was still sleeping contently on the nordic's shoulder. Norway smiled as he quietly thought that the younger nation looked pretty adorable and innocent when he was asleep. He saw that his glasses were about to slip off of his nose so gently and hoping not to wake the canadian, he pushed them back up his nose.
After a while of sitting quietly, norway noticed that the canadian was till holding his hand firmly and tightly. Again Norway smiled at this. Why did the Canadian have to be so cute...He tried slipping his hand out of the firm grasp but he really didnt want to leave the warmth..."Canada?" he asked quietly. He hoped the younger nation heard him and would wake up.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 27, 2012 16:08:19 GMT -5
Canada had been having a wonderful dream. There was no zombies, no wars, and no suffering. He was on top of a hill, sitting under an oak tree, looking at the vast expanse of land before him. For miles all you could see was tall, wheat colored grass. He was on an island in the middle of a sea of wheat. Canada listened to the birds chirping in the tree above him, then he heard someone's voice 'Canada?' It seemed so farmiliar...
Canada was dragged back into reality. His eyes fluttered open, and he could hear the same voice as in his dream, saying the same thing. Canada instantly remembered where he was, his head was still rested against Norway's shoulder. Canada sat up, blinked a few times before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his free hand. Noticing that Norway and himself were still holding hands, he let go and whispered "sorry" putting on a smile and slightly blushing to show his embaressment at his actions. He however, regretted nothing about last night.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 27, 2012 16:28:00 GMT -5
Norway smiled a little bit when the canadian blushed red from his actions last night. The norwegien man thought that the younger nation was cute when he blushed but Norway couldnt say that...."It's fine." Norway said as he straightened up. He used his free hand to fix up his hair and clothes but he refused to remove his hand from the canadian's grasp it was warm and comforting to the nordic. The two sat there for what it seemed like a long time, the Norways stomach grumbled. It was pretty loud and emberessing to him. "S-sorry, im hungrier then i thought..." he said in a little voice as he looked down blushing.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 28, 2012 15:06:37 GMT -5
Continuing to hold onto Norway's hand, Canada watched Norway straighten his hair and his clothes. He thought that Norway looked rather cute with his messy hair. Canada attempted to straighten his own hair as well, but it still stayed wavy as ever. He settled with just fixing his clothes, he would have to remember to brush his hair later.
Canada sat next to Norway for a long time, still holding his hand. It comforted him greatly to have someone to hold onto, although eventually he would have to let go. They couldn't spend the rest of their lives just sitting there, holding hands. Besides, what would the other nations think? Canada wasn't brave enough to say his real feelings out loud just yet.
After a while, Norway's stomach grumbled, making the older nation blush. Canada smiled slightly at Norway's embaressment, he just looked so adorable. "I could make pancakes if you want?" suggested Canada. He couldn't remember the last time he had cooked for someone else.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 28, 2012 17:59:42 GMT -5
"N-no its fine. I dont want to cause trouble." The nordic said as he stood up not noticing that he was still holding the younger nations hand and walking to the kitchen with it. He felt so happy holding the canadians hand. It was comforting and warm. "Ill make myself something to eat." The norweigen man said as he started walking to the cupboards to get the fish to eat for breakfest. He opened it and started taking out the fish tupperwear when he noticed something....they were out of fish....The older nation stared at the tuperwear for a while and said, "W-were out of fish..."
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 28, 2012 21:12:19 GMT -5
Canada was dragged into the kitchen, but only halfway against his will. He rather enjoyed holding Norway's hand, it made him feel safe, and not so alone. They made their way into the kitchen, and Norway went straight to the cabinets to look for some fish. However, it appeared that they were all out of fish.
Canada hated to see Norway like that, just staring at the tuperware. Trying to cheer the older nation up, Canada put on a smile and said "Don't worry, we can just catch some more, do you happen to know where the closest body of water is?" Canada had been fishing many times before, and was confident that he could catch at least one fish.
Canada stared into Norway's dark blue eyes. They seemed to go on forever, a never ending ocean of sapphire. In Canada's eyes, they were absolutely beautiful. He lost track of time as he continued to stare into Norway's eyes.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 28, 2012 21:31:37 GMT -5
Norway thought about it for a while and said, "The river....its not to far away from here." Finally the nordic country put the tupperwear down and said, "We can go later though....im hungry." when he finished that sentence his stomach growled loudly. The older nation blushed again and asked in a very quiet voice, "Sorry...can you make those pancakes?" The more he was with the canadian, the more he felt like a little girl in love....wait....was it love? Norway wondered quietly and kept asking himself that in his mind. Truthfully, he didnt know what love was yet. In all his years he was pretty sure that he had never acted this way towards anyone...he felt weird acting like this...
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 28, 2012 21:44:41 GMT -5
Norway mentioned a river nearby, and Canada responded "Ok, It's a date then!" realizing what he had said, Canada started to blush and muttered "I m-meant, yes, we should go later." How could he have let that slip? Being around Norway had made Canada feel more open towards what he would say. Normally he wouldn't have said half the stuff he had already told the older nation.
"I'll go make those pancakes now, but I will have to let go of your hand." Canada didn't want to let go, but he couldn't make breakfast with only one hand, or while dragging Norway along with him. He started to loosen his grip on Norway's hand.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 28, 2012 22:02:37 GMT -5
Norway looked at then there hands that were still intertwined and felt sad....he didnt want to let go of the canadian's hand....he wanted to keep holding it....it made him feel happy. But...in the end he let go of the candian's hand and let his hand fall to his side. "There." the nordic said in his emotionless voice. "But...I wouldnt mind it being a date." The older nation finally said out of random. He ment that. He liked the canadian and really wouldnt mind going on a date with him. He would actually enjoy it alot.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 28, 2012 22:24:39 GMT -5
Canada didn't want to make Norway mad at him, but he did need both of his hands to make the pancakes. "Then we can hold hands on our date." The word 'date' felt foreign to Canada's mouth, but he was none the less relieved that he hadn't created another awkward moment.
Canada went over to the refrigerator and got out eggs, milk, and butter. Then he rummaged throught the cabinets for flour, oil, and baking soda. Now all he needed was a bowl, a frying pan, and a spatula. Looking through the drawers, Canada managed to find all that he was looking for. He mixed together all of the ingredients inside the bowl, and turned on the gas stove. When the pan was hot enough, he started to pour circles of batter into it. Turning toward Norway for a moment, Canada said "Can you get out a couple of plates Norway?" Canada turned back to the stove and continued to flip the pancakes when they were ready, and pouring new batter in when the last pancakes were finished cooking.
Canada had always enjoyed cooking, it was a trait he had acquired from France. The smell of freshly cooked food always made him smile. Canada loved to be inside the kitchen.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 28, 2012 22:45:43 GMT -5
When the canadian said they could hold hands later on there date, Norway smiled and nodded. And as Canada cooked, Norway followed him and watched as he cooked carefully. He was quiet and always over his shoulder staring at the pan of the batter that was frying. But since the younger nation was taller then him, only the top of Norway's head poked over the canadians shoulder so the nordic had to get on his tip-toes to see what was going on. When the younger nation asked for him to get plates the older nation nodded and went to get them. While the nation grabbed the plates, he also grabbed silverwear, napkins and then he walked over to the table and he placed the things he had on the table and arranged them neatly.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 28, 2012 23:41:40 GMT -5
When Canada had a decent sized stack of pancakes, he turned off the stove. He grabed the bowl and pan used to cook the breakfast with and cleaned them in the sink. After they were dryed, he placed them in their rightful places. Canada had made a little mess while mixing the batter, so he took a napkin and wiped away the batter.
Canada walked to the table and split the stack of pancakes between the two, setting a little on each plate. Realizing that he had forgot the most important thing, Canada rushed back into the kitchen and searched for some maple syrup. There didn't seem to be any in the kitchen, so Canada had to use his own stash of maple syrup in his hidden coat pocket. You never know when you will need syrup.
Canada headed back to the table again, bringing with him the maple syrup, some butter, and a knife to spread the butter with. "Sorry, I almost forgot the most important thing" said Canada, smiling as he set down what he was holding.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 29, 2012 0:02:25 GMT -5
Norway sat down as soon as the pancakes are ready. He watched as the canadian put some on his plate the the nordics. When he finally sat down to eat, he had everything set out for him. All the condiments, everything for a perfect breakfest. "Thank you Canada." Norway said smiling to the younger country. The nordic quickly put some butter on the pancakes he had and started cutting them into little triangles so he could eat, and as soon as he put a piece in his mouth he tasted every flavor in a pancake that he had never tasted before. "Wow Canada...you are a really good cook." The norweigen man said as he started eating more and more of his breakfest.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jun 29, 2012 1:05:14 GMT -5
"Your welcome." said Canada. He loved to be of some use to anyone, especially if it envolved something that he loved to do. Canada sat down at the chair across from Norway. He started to put butter on his pancakes, and then he drowned them in syrup. He cut them up into little rectangles and squares, just small enough to fit inside his mouth.
After Norway had given Canada a compliment, he couldn't help but beam with pride as he said "Why thank you Norway." Canada was really glad that he had inherited France's cooking skills instead of England's. It was so nice to finally be appreciated for something.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 29, 2012 10:45:02 GMT -5
Norway ate his food rather quickly. He usually ate slowly and savored the flavor that was in the food, but he didnt this time. Maybe he was hungrier then he thought...maybe it just tasted good...the nordic country wasnt really sure. The older country looked up at the canadian and said, "Thank you for the food Canada. It was very delicious." He smiled softly as he said it. Slowly he got up and put his dishes in the sink and he started the water and said, "When you are done, I can wash your dishes." Then he started washing his own.
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