Switch Hitter [1/1]
anonymous
February 3 2009, 21:10:38 UTC
ngland turned the piece of paper he was staring at upsidedown, to the right, to the left, and back-to-front. No matter what angle he examined it from, something did not add up. He set it down to open a desk drawer and rifle through dusty and yellowed documents, muttering under his breath.
From the other side of the office, Canada raised an eyebrow at his brother/mentor's antics but elected to keep silent and continue his knitting. He was on a particularly difficult bit of the pattern, after all, requiring a complicated sequence of slips and yarn-overs. If England started yelling at him he would probably lose count.
It was England himself who finally spoke, after finding the document he was looking for and laying next to the one he had just examined so minutely, so that the large, flourishing signatures at the bottom of each one were lined up side-by-side. "Matthew, you've played that...baseball thing...with Alfred before, yes?"
"Mhmmmm..." Canada had NO idea where this was leading but he might as well answer truthfully.
"Which hand does he use when he's up to bat?"
Oh. Well, things were coming into a little more focus now. His knitting would probably be safe. "Right, these past few years."
Now it was England's turn to raise an eyebrow--something that looked much more impressive on him than on any other country. "'These past few years'?"
"140, give or take a few. Before that he used his left." Slip, slip, knit, knit 2 together, wait for the obvious follow-up...
"Why in the world would he switch which hand he used, especially at that age?"
Yarn over, knit 3, put it down in your lap when you explain. "Because the left was in constant pain after he stabbed himself through the shoulder with a bayonet. He learned to use the right instead."
Canada waited patiently while England worked out for himself exactly how someone could manage to self-inflict that kind of wound. "You mean, he was stabbed by Ala--"
Normally Canada was not the sort to interrupt, but it wasn't a period he particularly cared to recall either. "The signature is genuine. Don't ask him to resign it." He very firmly returned to his knitting, lips sealed.
England considered this quietly for a moment. They'd all had their periods of disunity--he still couldn't hear the name "Lord Protector" without a certain flinch--better not to make America rehash his in public.
Still. A weak backhand. That was the kind of thing one wished to know about enemies but had to know about allies.
[Anon has no idea how to end this properly and thus fails.]
Re: Switch Hitter [1/1]
anonymous
February 10 2009, 13:28:28 UTC
Thank you!
Yes, America was a lefty! Rebellious types, those south paws...
The name I was spelling out was "Alan". It's one of the two most common I've seen for the Confederacy, along with "Aaron". I prefer "Alan" because it means both Confederacy and Union have the same nickname.
From the other side of the office, Canada raised an eyebrow at his brother/mentor's antics but elected to keep silent and continue his knitting. He was on a particularly difficult bit of the pattern, after all, requiring a complicated sequence of slips and yarn-overs. If England started yelling at him he would probably lose count.
It was England himself who finally spoke, after finding the document he was looking for and laying next to the one he had just examined so minutely, so that the large, flourishing signatures at the bottom of each one were lined up side-by-side. "Matthew, you've played that...baseball thing...with Alfred before, yes?"
"Mhmmmm..." Canada had NO idea where this was leading but he might as well answer truthfully.
"Which hand does he use when he's up to bat?"
Oh. Well, things were coming into a little more focus now. His knitting would probably be safe. "Right, these past few years."
Now it was England's turn to raise an eyebrow--something that looked much more impressive on him than on any other country. "'These past few years'?"
"140, give or take a few. Before that he used his left." Slip, slip, knit, knit 2 together, wait for the obvious follow-up...
"Why in the world would he switch which hand he used, especially at that age?"
Yarn over, knit 3, put it down in your lap when you explain. "Because the left was in constant pain after he stabbed himself through the shoulder with a bayonet. He learned to use the right instead."
Canada waited patiently while England worked out for himself exactly how someone could manage to self-inflict that kind of wound. "You mean, he was stabbed by Ala--"
Normally Canada was not the sort to interrupt, but it wasn't a period he particularly cared to recall either. "The signature is genuine. Don't ask him to resign it." He very firmly returned to his knitting, lips sealed.
England considered this quietly for a moment. They'd all had their periods of disunity--he still couldn't hear the name "Lord Protector" without a certain flinch--better not to make America rehash his in public.
Still. A weak backhand. That was the kind of thing one wished to know about enemies but had to know about allies.
[Anon has no idea how to end this properly and thus fails.]
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Thank you, anon! =D
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haha so America was actually a lefty before? XD
this anon is curious to know what name you started to type for civilwar!US.. >x> or am I not supposed to know..?
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Yes, America was a lefty! Rebellious types, those south paws...
The name I was spelling out was "Alan". It's one of the two most common I've seen for the Confederacy, along with "Aaron". I prefer "Alan" because it means both Confederacy and Union have the same nickname.
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