“Fine.” America looked to his brother, noticing the frown that had floated back to his mouth. Blue eyes rolled in agitation and he added, “I drank water, went to sleep. Russia and I went out for dinner and we went to bed. I was just tired yesterday.”
His thumb continued to trail along the dotted seam and Canada let out a small hum. “Try not to do that again, alright? I thought you got attacked or something.” His eyes were serious, but softened as he added with a chuckle, “Russia looked like a chicken with his head cut off.”
America made a face at that. “He’s just overreacting, I was totally fine.” He pulled off a piece of lint while Canada shook his head, glancing up as the elevator slowed and the doors opened with a high pitched ding.
Stepping out into the garble of quiet conversations of other hotel guests in the lobby, Canada gave America a nudge. “No he wasn’t. And both of you are making me nervous.”
“How come?”
“Both of you look like you haven't slept in days. Russia looked delirious earlier this week and now you pass out.” He was still frowning, but before America could mutter that his face was going to be stuck like that, he tilted his head and lavender eyes darted towards the pristine marble floor. “I mean, if you two are…um… occupied every night–“
“No. Well, I mean, Yeah. Obviously with an ass like…” Canada and America stared at each other awkwardly. “You know what? I’m going to get something to eat.”
“I’ll see you at the meeting, yeah?”
America swiveled in place quickly walking away from his brother and towards the alluring scent of the hotel’s café. Hopping from alternating black tiles, America quickly bounced over to the coffee shop, stomach rumbling already as blue eyes scanned over the menu. He glanced around as he waited in line, almost expecting a tuft of pale blond hair to be sitting at a table. America frowned and reached for his wallet as he grew closer to the registers, still trying to decide between just a regular black coffee or a latte. Fingers lithely scraped across his bottom, squeezing lightly, America stiffened while bringing his elbow up in immediate retaliation to deck the person behind him. A large but gentle hand firmly stopped him and America frowned at the puff of laughter in his ear.
“Good morning.”
Fuck. How did that man make ‘good morning’ sound sexy while standing in a hotel coffee shop? America pulled his arm away, frowning at the taller nation. “Don’t sneak up on me!” He gave Russia a quick peck on the cheek and turned back to the cashier. He looked up into Russia’s violet eyes when his fingers wrapped around his bicep.
“I will get it this time. You got it for me last time.” He was in a dark charcoal suit today while wearing America’s favorite soft blue tie. When the light hit it just right you could see the pattern of the fabric was actually binary. America smiled at it and then shook his head. “You paid for dinner last night.”
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-04 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)“Fine.” America looked to his brother, noticing the frown that had floated back to his mouth. Blue eyes rolled in agitation and he added, “I drank water, went to sleep. Russia and I went out for dinner and we went to bed. I was just tired yesterday.”
His thumb continued to trail along the dotted seam and Canada let out a small hum. “Try not to do that again, alright? I thought you got attacked or something.” His eyes were serious, but softened as he added with a chuckle, “Russia looked like a chicken with his head cut off.”
America made a face at that. “He’s just overreacting, I was totally fine.” He pulled off a piece of lint while Canada shook his head, glancing up as the elevator slowed and the doors opened with a high pitched ding.
Stepping out into the garble of quiet conversations of other hotel guests in the lobby, Canada gave America a nudge. “No he wasn’t. And both of you are making me nervous.”
“How come?”
“Both of you look like you haven't slept in days. Russia looked delirious earlier this week and now you pass out.” He was still frowning, but before America could mutter that his face was going to be stuck like that, he tilted his head and lavender eyes darted towards the pristine marble floor. “I mean, if you two are…um… occupied every night–“
“No. Well, I mean, Yeah. Obviously with an ass like…” Canada and America stared at each other awkwardly. “You know what? I’m going to get something to eat.”
“I’ll see you at the meeting, yeah?”
America swiveled in place quickly walking away from his brother and towards the alluring scent of the hotel’s café. Hopping from alternating black tiles, America quickly bounced over to the coffee shop, stomach rumbling already as blue eyes scanned over the menu. He glanced around as he waited in line, almost expecting a tuft of pale blond hair to be sitting at a table. America frowned and reached for his wallet as he grew closer to the registers, still trying to decide between just a regular black coffee or a latte. Fingers lithely scraped across his bottom, squeezing lightly, America stiffened while bringing his elbow up in immediate retaliation to deck the person behind him. A large but gentle hand firmly stopped him and America frowned at the puff of laughter in his ear.
“Good morning.”
Fuck. How did that man make ‘good morning’ sound sexy while standing in a hotel coffee shop? America pulled his arm away, frowning at the taller nation. “Don’t sneak up on me!” He gave Russia a quick peck on the cheek and turned back to the cashier. He looked up into Russia’s violet eyes when his fingers wrapped around his bicep.
“I will get it this time. You got it for me last time.” He was in a dark charcoal suit today while wearing America’s favorite soft blue tie. When the light hit it just right you could see the pattern of the fabric was actually binary.
America smiled at it and then shook his head. “You paid for dinner last night.”