Canada glanced at the clock on his kitchen wall. 8:30. 8:30 was a perfectly decent time to call, right? Shoving a forkful of pancakes into his mouth, the northern nation opened the contacts on his phone and selected America—nearly at the top, of course—and hit ‘talk’. Bringing the phone up to his ear, he took another bite of his breakfast.
“Hel-oof, oh shit-What.” Matthew furrowed his brows. Someone was having a bad morning.
“Hey Al, its—”
“Ugh, do I even know you? You don’t sound familiar. Look, it’s only 8:30 in the morning and I. Am. Tired. Goodbye.”
After hearing the other nation hang up Canada only stared forward, a bit shocked, but also a bit not. Placing the phone down on the kitchen table he sighed. Below the table, Kumajirou nudged Canada’s legs with his cold nose, and Canada let him finish his pancakes.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Don't call my name 1b/1
(Anonymous) 2010-08-22 05:20 am (UTC)(link)“Hel-oof, oh shit-What.” Matthew furrowed his brows. Someone was having a bad morning.
“Hey Al, its—”
“Ugh, do I even know you? You don’t sound familiar. Look, it’s only 8:30 in the morning and I. Am. Tired. Goodbye.”
After hearing the other nation hang up Canada only stared forward, a bit shocked, but also a bit not. Placing the phone down on the kitchen table he sighed. Below the table, Kumajirou nudged Canada’s legs with his cold nose, and Canada let him finish his pancakes.
“Fuck it, I’m going back to bed, eh.”
\o/ Suck ending is suck.
Damn Character limits.
Re: Don't call my name 1b/1
(Anonymous) 2010-08-22 05:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: Don't call my name 1b/1
(Anonymous) 2010-08-22 05:39 am (UTC)(link)