Just a Joke [1/1]
anonymous
March 14 2010, 05:38:47 UTC
I hope the other author-anon doesn’t mind this, it just came into my mind when I read the prompt. Just a little drabble fic, nothing special. o:
Sometimes, Canada got this eerie feeling around his brother. Not a, “I’m going to kill you in your sleep” type of feeling or anything that serious, but something. The feeling tingled underneath his skin, and sometimes made him jump whenever they touched.
And America had been trying to touch him more and more recently. It was just simple things, so Canada wasn’t sure whether to be worried, like hand holding (or, dragging, as it was most of the time) or a quick stop to help adjust his hair or glasses or clothing. And Canada couldn’t really complain about that because he did the same to America sometimes (when you looked at your reflection and saw something so off like crooked glasses, it had to be fixed).
But, it was still strange. Like America’s hands would linger a little too long, feel a little too warm in a brush against Canada’s cheek.
That isn’t to say he didn’t enjoy the attention, he did, but having your brother want to always hold your hand was kind of weird.
It was awkward enough that America refused to sleep by himself after watching horror movies (which he did often) and found solace with Canada, in his bed. In fact, America had pretty much taken up residence at his house on the weekends. And the Canadian always got this shiver when, at night before they fell asleep, his brother would scoot closer underneath the sheets, until their bodies were almost touching and whisper against the back of his neck, “I love you.”
And if that wasn’t awkward, Canada didn’t know what was. But then, that wasn’t the worst of it either.
It was little things, like Canada loosing his stuff and eventually finding America’s in its place. Or how every time he tried to talk to another nation, America would either distract said nation or plain interrupt him.
But it wasn’t bad, Canada told himself. His brother was just being overprotective and overassertive.
So when America suggests one day that they live together-permanently, Canada just shakes his head with a little laugh, assuming that America is joking. He sees the dejected expression on his brother’s face, thinks he’s still joking, and gives him a little peck on the cheek.
“Aw, don’t be like that Al, I still love you.”
He doesn’t notice the possessive and pleased look that dons America’s face in the form of a smile.
Re: Just a Joke [1/1]
anonymous
March 14 2010, 16:20:02 UTC
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF That was awesome!
You should never turn your back on a brother with whom you share the world's biggest border and who spent the first couple of decades trying to get you to join his new country. Especially if that brother has atmosphere-reading problems and nukes.
And this is why America makes a scarier Belarus than Belarus. Good job, anon! ^-^b
Sometimes, Canada got this eerie feeling around his brother. Not a, “I’m going to kill you in your sleep” type of feeling or anything that serious, but something. The feeling tingled underneath his skin, and sometimes made him jump whenever they touched.
And America had been trying to touch him more and more recently. It was just simple things, so Canada wasn’t sure whether to be worried, like hand holding (or, dragging, as it was most of the time) or a quick stop to help adjust his hair or glasses or clothing. And Canada couldn’t really complain about that because he did the same to America sometimes (when you looked at your reflection and saw something so off like crooked glasses, it had to be fixed).
But, it was still strange. Like America’s hands would linger a little too long, feel a little too warm in a brush against Canada’s cheek.
That isn’t to say he didn’t enjoy the attention, he did, but having your brother want to always hold your hand was kind of weird.
It was awkward enough that America refused to sleep by himself after watching horror movies (which he did often) and found solace with Canada, in his bed. In fact, America had pretty much taken up residence at his house on the weekends. And the Canadian always got this shiver when, at night before they fell asleep, his brother would scoot closer underneath the sheets, until their bodies were almost touching and whisper against the back of his neck, “I love you.”
And if that wasn’t awkward, Canada didn’t know what was. But then, that wasn’t the worst of it either.
It was little things, like Canada loosing his stuff and eventually finding America’s in its place. Or how every time he tried to talk to another nation, America would either distract said nation or plain interrupt him.
But it wasn’t bad, Canada told himself. His brother was just being overprotective and overassertive.
So when America suggests one day that they live together-permanently, Canada just shakes his head with a little laugh, assuming that America is joking. He sees the dejected expression on his brother’s face, thinks he’s still joking, and gives him a little peck on the cheek.
“Aw, don’t be like that Al, I still love you.”
He doesn’t notice the possessive and pleased look that dons America’s face in the form of a smile.
“I love you too.”
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Eagerly waiting for more anon!
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You should never turn your back on a brother with whom you share the world's biggest border and who spent the first couple of decades trying to get you to join his new country. Especially if that brother has atmosphere-reading problems and nukes.
And this is why America makes a scarier Belarus than Belarus.
Good job, anon! ^-^b
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