America stretched. He was camped out on his dorm room floor which he’d outfitted with a large star spangled and striped rug. In fact, everything in his room was bigger and better. He grinned and turned up the volume on his plasma TV. He definitely needed to unwind after having detention.
“Research!” He replied.
“For what?” Canada asked, coming around the mountains of dirty clothes. Don’t ask him how his laundry managed to pile up when they wore uniforms all week.
“My space project.” America tossed a few more kernels of popcorn back and then chugged his soda.
“You’re watching E.T.!! How does that count as research?!”
“Hey, you take that back! Entertainment Tonight is a perfectly acceptable form of the news.” America nodded to himself. “And anyway, this is that good old Spielberg movie.”
“I can see that, you completely clueless…” Canada trailed off in passive aggressive mutters that America never bothered to make sense of. The other country looked pretty peeved but ended up sitting down on the bed anyway and America threw popcorn at his head in happiness.
“Hide E.T., hide!!” America cried in panic. He covered his head with a pillow.
Canada stared at the television. “Oh come on, he’s been stuffed in a closet!”
The popcorn went everywhere excluding America’s big mouth. He grinned. “This reminds me how Tony gets in the crawl space all the time back home.”
“It’s inhumane to board up a pet in a small room.” Canada tried to frown sternly, but it was a bit difficult with a maple sticker on his forehead. “It’s why I left Kumaj-.. Kumajello? At home.”
“How many times do I gotta say, aliens are not pets! Sheesh,” America toed his socks off in a gross mess at the foot of the bed. “C’mon quiet, I’m trying to study.”
“This isn’t studying, this is movie time.” Canada grumbled about him being the only country to have a television set but who paid attention to ramblings like that anyway?
They watched together, America stretched out on the floor with his mountain of snacks and Canada sitting on his bed, both sets of myopic eyes glued to the tube.
The loud honking sound of America blowing his nose signalled the end of the movie.
He stretched and a few joints popped back into place. He blinked and stretched again in the opposite direction, but San Francisco never wanted to straighten out all the way. The dirty blond rolled his head from side to side and waved his arms to bring that tingly cash flow feeling back.
“Mmm!” He rubbed one blue eye with the heel of his palm. “Research complete. Time for some shut eye!”
Canada was unceremoniously herded off the bed by America’s crumb-ridden sweater being flung on his head. “How ‘bout a little advice, eh? Just work with your partner. You could use the grades.”
“Ugh, that sounds so gay.” America shoved his tissue box away to somewhere under his desk with his barefoot. “Partner. Pfft, I’m paired with Russia. Russia. There’s no way I’m spending all my free time with that freaky bastard.”
“Er…”
“Relax. I just have to meet him tomorrow night. I can totally finish it, and then things’ll be all gravy.”
“Gravy?”
“Alllll gravy.”
The long-haired blonde shook his head and put his shoes back on by the side of the door. “I’m out of here…”
“Phone home Canada, phone home!” America crowed in glee as he watched the other country leave to go back to his own dorm next door. Canada had dubbed it ‘The True North Strong and Free.’ America just called it Hat Land.
He waited until the door slammed shut before diving for his cordless and punching in the numbers to his house. He needed to check up on Tony after all.
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Drawing Circles In The Night 2a/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-21 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)Chapter Two
“What are you doing?”
America stretched. He was camped out on his dorm room floor which he’d outfitted with a large star spangled and striped rug. In fact, everything in his room was bigger and better. He grinned and turned up the volume on his plasma TV. He definitely needed to unwind after having detention.
“Research!” He replied.
“For what?” Canada asked, coming around the mountains of dirty clothes. Don’t ask him how his laundry managed to pile up when they wore uniforms all week.
“My space project.” America tossed a few more kernels of popcorn back and then chugged his soda.
“You’re watching E.T.!! How does that count as research?!”
“Hey, you take that back! Entertainment Tonight is a perfectly acceptable form of the news.” America nodded to himself. “And anyway, this is that good old Spielberg movie.”
“I can see that, you completely clueless…” Canada trailed off in passive aggressive mutters that America never bothered to make sense of. The other country looked pretty peeved but ended up sitting down on the bed anyway and America threw popcorn at his head in happiness.
“Hide E.T., hide!!” America cried in panic. He covered his head with a pillow.
Canada stared at the television. “Oh come on, he’s been stuffed in a closet!”
The popcorn went everywhere excluding America’s big mouth. He grinned. “This reminds me how Tony gets in the crawl space all the time back home.”
“It’s inhumane to board up a pet in a small room.” Canada tried to frown sternly, but it was a bit difficult with a maple sticker on his forehead. “It’s why I left Kumaj-.. Kumajello? At home.”
“How many times do I gotta say, aliens are not pets! Sheesh,” America toed his socks off in a gross mess at the foot of the bed. “C’mon quiet, I’m trying to study.”
“This isn’t studying, this is movie time.” Canada grumbled about him being the only country to have a television set but who paid attention to ramblings like that anyway?
They watched together, America stretched out on the floor with his mountain of snacks and Canada sitting on his bed, both sets of myopic eyes glued to the tube.
The loud honking sound of America blowing his nose signalled the end of the movie.
He stretched and a few joints popped back into place. He blinked and stretched again in the opposite direction, but San Francisco never wanted to straighten out all the way. The dirty blond rolled his head from side to side and waved his arms to bring that tingly cash flow feeling back.
“Mmm!” He rubbed one blue eye with the heel of his palm. “Research complete. Time for some shut eye!”
Canada was unceremoniously herded off the bed by America’s crumb-ridden sweater being flung on his head. “How ‘bout a little advice, eh? Just work with your partner. You could use the grades.”
“Ugh, that sounds so gay.” America shoved his tissue box away to somewhere under his desk with his barefoot. “Partner. Pfft, I’m paired with Russia. Russia. There’s no way I’m spending all my free time with that freaky bastard.”
“Er…”
“Relax. I just have to meet him tomorrow night. I can totally finish it, and then things’ll be all gravy.”
“Gravy?”
“Alllll gravy.”
The long-haired blonde shook his head and put his shoes back on by the side of the door. “I’m out of here…”
“Phone home Canada, phone home!” America crowed in glee as he watched the other country leave to go back to his own dorm next door. Canada had dubbed it ‘The True North Strong and Free.’ America just called it Hat Land.
He waited until the door slammed shut before diving for his cordless and punching in the numbers to his house. He needed to check up on Tony after all.
***
Cont 2b