A chill leaked through where the panes met the window glass, the bedroom door met the carpet and where the blanket didn't quite meet Canada's toes. The northern nation nestled deeper into his comforter, knowing he had to wake up but not feeling particularly motivated. Laying on top of the covers near his tummy was Kuma- ...Kumachi- ...Kuma-something. The polar bear was warm, furry, and much more pleasant than the cold bathroom floor.
Still, it had to be done. Canada yawned and sat up, blinking the heaviness out of his eyes. The cold-tainted air of the room made him shiver when it hit his bare chest. He would have to find those winter pajamas some day soon or he was going to freeze in his sleep. He threw the covers off his legs and onto a dozing Kuma-bear, whom he had at this point forgotten altogether.
Being too lazy this morning to find either his slippers or a shirt, Canada sauntered into the bathroom. His toes were not happy when they left the lush bedroom carpet for the barren tile floor.
He wasn't thrilled at his reflection. 'It's been so long since I shaved,' he thought, running a hand over his stubble and producing a scratchy sound, 'I'm starting to look like Papa.' He retrieved his shaving equipment and arranged it on the counter.
Another thought hit him, 'But if I shave, I'll look like America.' Why was fate so cruel?
Actually, I find the idea of Canada looking like France rather appealing ;D
Hm, having to chose between looking like a megalomaniac, loud sort of jerk with no ability to read the atmosphere, and a smooth, sexily accented Frenchman, I'd chose the Frenchaman any time. (Joke-joke-joke don't beat me, I'm not insulting America xD)
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Re: Any male nation - shaving
(Anonymous) 2013-01-23 04:09 am (UTC)(link)A chill leaked through where the panes met the window glass, the bedroom door met the carpet and where the blanket didn't quite meet Canada's toes. The northern nation nestled deeper into his comforter, knowing he had to wake up but not feeling particularly motivated. Laying on top of the covers near his tummy was Kuma- ...Kumachi- ...Kuma-something. The polar bear was warm, furry, and much more pleasant than the cold bathroom floor.
Still, it had to be done. Canada yawned and sat up, blinking the heaviness out of his eyes. The cold-tainted air of the room made him shiver when it hit his bare chest. He would have to find those winter pajamas some day soon or he was going to freeze in his sleep. He threw the covers off his legs and onto a dozing Kuma-bear, whom he had at this point forgotten altogether.
Being too lazy this morning to find either his slippers or a shirt, Canada sauntered into the bathroom. His toes were not happy when they left the lush bedroom carpet for the barren tile floor.
He wasn't thrilled at his reflection. 'It's been so long since I shaved,' he thought, running a hand over his stubble and producing a scratchy sound, 'I'm starting to look like Papa.' He retrieved his shaving equipment and arranged it on the counter.
Another thought hit him, 'But if I shave, I'll look like America.' Why was fate so cruel?
Re: Any male nation - shaving
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)Hm, having to chose between looking like a megalomaniac, loud sort of jerk with no ability to read the atmosphere, and a smooth, sexily accented Frenchman, I'd chose the Frenchaman any time. (Joke-joke-joke don't beat me, I'm not insulting America xD)