Summer of Love [7/?]
anonymous
August 17 2009, 04:16:05 UTC
Once they made it to the park, America helped Canada set up everything for the barbeque, before Lithuania started maneuvering him away from Canada and toward the beach. After sending a half apologetic and half impatient to leave Canada to the cooking and go have fun smile, America left with Lithuania. While he watched the two head toward the ocean, Lithuania turned and saw Canada watching, wrapped his arm around America’s, whispered something in his ear that made America laugh. He caught Canada’s scowl, winked at him and went back to hanging off America, flirting with him, and being an America stealing little twerp. Canada growled, aimed and threw the sewing needle but missed.
America was too friendly and kind, Canada thought, though a little weird in the head. He always thought flirting was something not serious, that everyone did with everyone else and ended up collecting a small trail of broken hearts along the way. Whether America realized this and got some secret delight out of enrapturing innocents, Canada couldn’t tell. He loved America but would also admit he could be a douche. Still, you couldn’t give Lithuania any hopes. It was like giving a hungry shark a taste of blood and then jumping in to go swim with them just for the lark, with blood dripping off your arms and legs, while wearing bacon swim shorts.
As Canada picked up his needle and went back to getting everything arranged and seasoning the pig, he wished that Lithuania got eaten by a shark. Or stung by a sting ray, or eaten by piranhas, the Lochness monster, any deadly sea animal would do by this point.
While Canada waited for the moment to brush some more oil on the pig before leaving it for a bit, he looked for America. Canada laughed, America had rented surf boards and was trying to get Lithuania on one, but Lithuania kept going under. America was laughing and wet and golden and beautiful against that blue sky. Lithuania just looked like a cat dragged into the bathe, trying to save itself, and looking undignified and pitiful, trying to surface for breathe. When he was sure he could let the pig roast on its’ own for a while, he went running toward America. Happy at finally being free, he threw himself onto America, who had to drop his board to catch him; and they fell to the sand laughing. America was laughing and he was laughing and Canada didn’t see the wave come over them.
Canada coughed water while America was trying to stop Lithuania from simultaneously fussing trying to swing the surf board at Canada. America thought it was hilarious, almost drowning and Canada having to fend off a surf board, and when Canada got a hold of Lithuania and pushed his head under water and held a little longer than necessary, Canada laughed too.
So, I finally got the last part written and who America will end up with done, a lot of the in between is sketched out but not written, though the violence will come back , as will hints as to will steal America under these two noses. Hope op and everyone else enjoys it.
America was too friendly and kind, Canada thought, though a little weird in the head. He always thought flirting was something not serious, that everyone did with everyone else and ended up collecting a small trail of broken hearts along the way. Whether America realized this and got some secret delight out of enrapturing innocents, Canada couldn’t tell. He loved America but would also admit he could be a douche. Still, you couldn’t give Lithuania any hopes. It was like giving a hungry shark a taste of blood and then jumping in to go swim with them just for the lark, with blood dripping off your arms and legs, while wearing bacon swim shorts.
As Canada picked up his needle and went back to getting everything arranged and seasoning the pig, he wished that Lithuania got eaten by a shark. Or stung by a sting ray, or eaten by piranhas, the Lochness monster, any deadly sea animal would do by this point.
While Canada waited for the moment to brush some more oil on the pig before leaving it for a bit, he looked for America. Canada laughed, America had rented surf boards and was trying to get Lithuania on one, but Lithuania kept going under. America was laughing and wet and golden and beautiful against that blue sky. Lithuania just looked like a cat dragged into the bathe, trying to save itself, and looking undignified and pitiful, trying to surface for breathe.
When he was sure he could let the pig roast on its’ own for a while, he went running toward America. Happy at finally being free, he threw himself onto America, who had to drop his board to catch him; and they fell to the sand laughing. America was laughing and he was laughing and Canada didn’t see the wave come over them.
Canada coughed water while America was trying to stop Lithuania from simultaneously fussing trying to swing the surf board at Canada. America thought it was hilarious, almost drowning and Canada having to fend off a surf board, and when Canada got a hold of Lithuania and pushed his head under water and held a little longer than necessary, Canada laughed too.
So, I finally got the last part written and who America will end up with done, a lot of the in between is sketched out but not written, though the violence will come back , as will hints as to will steal America under these two noses. Hope op and everyone else enjoys it.
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Captcha says Partake in...I think it wants to join in, and steal America from Canada and Liet.
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