2 Left Feet, 1 More Dance (2 of ?)
anonymous
March 18 2009, 08:18:49 UTC
A number of tables dotted the areas on either side of the floor where groups of vacationers from all over the world laughed and ate.
‘Eating sounds like a GREAT idea!’ Canada thought and turned away from the hall, enthusiastically digging into the dish he had ordered. Contrary to popular belief, Cuba’s cuisine wasn’t usually as spicy as say, Thailand’s, but as Canada chewed - his face turning a comically glowing red - it appeared that he had managed to order one of the few dishes that DID come with the heat.
“AHH!” Canada yelled and fanned at his mouth.
“What the hell?” Cuba stared at the other nation, his tall drink he had been about to sip held paused in midair.
Canada’s watery eyes spied the glass which was sweating pleasantly with the warm temperature. “W-water!” The blond croaked and grabbed the chilly drink from the other man’s hand, quickly throwing his head back and downing the entire thing.
“Hold on! That ain’t-” Cuba started, but stopped, just shaking his head as he scratched the back of his neck.
“W-wow!” Canada stared at the empty glass in his hand and smacked his lips, tasting mint, sweetness and a strong kick of… was that rum? The blond held the glass at arms length and stared at his companion. “What is that?”
Cuba pulled out a new cigar from his pocket and leaned on the wooden countertop of the bar, a smirk halfway on his lips. “That there,” He gestured to the glass with his cigar. “Is a Mojito. Good for starting parties, not so much diplomatic conferences.” He chuckled, thinking about his goal to make sure the other country was treated properly for once.
“Ooh.” Canada sounded favourably and briefly toyed with the empty glass then moved his hand to idly tap at the table a few times. “Well… in that case…” Canada smiled widely and pushed his glasses up to rest on the crown of his head. He whirled on his stool to the bartender and raised an arm in triumph. “Two Mojitos, please!”
“WHAT!” Cuba nearly smacked his forehead.
*
One hour and many tasty fried plantains and glasses of alcohol later, Canada was openly grooving in his seat to the live band and mournfully saying things like ‘I wish I had my camera’. Or he was trying to seem contrite (and failing) when saying things such as ‘It’s too bad Kumajiro decided not to come!’
A sweatdrop rolled down the dreadlocked man’s head. ‘Looks like he REALLY needed a holiday.’
Cuba watched as one of his citizens, a Cuban woman obviously in charge of entertainment, began making her way around the establishment, urging and cajoling vacationers to get up and dance. The dark-skinned nation snorted slightly and was glad Canada was probably bland enough not to go for that kind of public embarrassment.
“Over here, eh!”
‘Oh hell.’ Cuba thought.
“Oho! A volunteer! Excelente, mi amigo.” The woman eagerly pulled Canada from his seat and Cuba was disturbed to notice the friendly nation had already started bobbing his head to the music.
His citizen turned to him with a cheeky smile. “And you?”
Cuba coughed uncomfortably, a blush rising to his cheeks, and he feigned searching for his lighter. “Nah no. No.” He waved them off.
A few other tourists were ushered up and soon a Congo line formed on the dance floor. It broke up soon when the first song ended, and Cuba nearly gave a sigh of relief before he noticed Canada was STILL dancing - if you could call the weird, awkward jerky motions dancing….
Oh god, one of the band members decided to hand the country a pair of brightly painted maracas for accompaniment, and Canada stared at them uncertainly for a moment before he started shaking them and continued his attack on rhythm.
Cuba snorted into his drink and tried not to laugh. Oh geezus, Canada was definitely gonna regret THAT in the morning! The island nation took a long swig of his alcohol and figured the worst had to be over.
Re: 2 Left Feet, 1 More Dance (2 of ?)
anonymous
March 21 2009, 16:14:36 UTC
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS AWESOME!? How did I not see this before!? Oh my god I am laughing forever. Embarrassing!Dork!Tourist!Canada is hilarious and I think I just may have to marry Cuba he's so adorable and cool and cigar-smoking and... and...~
No matter how many times it happens, Cuba mistaking Canada for America is always funny to me.
‘Eating sounds like a GREAT idea!’ Canada thought and turned away from the hall, enthusiastically digging into the dish he had ordered. Contrary to popular belief, Cuba’s cuisine wasn’t usually as spicy as say, Thailand’s, but as Canada chewed - his face turning a comically glowing red - it appeared that he had managed to order one of the few dishes that DID come with the heat.
“AHH!” Canada yelled and fanned at his mouth.
“What the hell?” Cuba stared at the other nation, his tall drink he had been about to sip held paused in midair.
Canada’s watery eyes spied the glass which was sweating pleasantly with the warm temperature. “W-water!” The blond croaked and grabbed the chilly drink from the other man’s hand, quickly throwing his head back and downing the entire thing.
“Hold on! That ain’t-” Cuba started, but stopped, just shaking his head as he scratched the back of his neck.
“W-wow!” Canada stared at the empty glass in his hand and smacked his lips, tasting mint, sweetness and a strong kick of… was that rum? The blond held the glass at arms length and stared at his companion. “What is that?”
Cuba pulled out a new cigar from his pocket and leaned on the wooden countertop of the bar, a smirk halfway on his lips. “That there,” He gestured to the glass with his cigar. “Is a Mojito. Good for starting parties, not so much diplomatic conferences.” He chuckled, thinking about his goal to make sure the other country was treated properly for once.
“Ooh.” Canada sounded favourably and briefly toyed with the empty glass then moved his hand to idly tap at the table a few times. “Well… in that case…” Canada smiled widely and pushed his glasses up to rest on the crown of his head. He whirled on his stool to the bartender and raised an arm in triumph. “Two Mojitos, please!”
“WHAT!” Cuba nearly smacked his forehead.
*
One hour and many tasty fried plantains and glasses of alcohol later, Canada was openly grooving in his seat to the live band and mournfully saying things like ‘I wish I had my camera’. Or he was trying to seem contrite (and failing) when saying things such as ‘It’s too bad Kumajiro decided not to come!’
A sweatdrop rolled down the dreadlocked man’s head. ‘Looks like he REALLY needed a holiday.’
Cuba watched as one of his citizens, a Cuban woman obviously in charge of entertainment, began making her way around the establishment, urging and cajoling vacationers to get up and dance. The dark-skinned nation snorted slightly and was glad Canada was probably bland enough not to go for that kind of public embarrassment.
“Over here, eh!”
‘Oh hell.’ Cuba thought.
“Oho! A volunteer! Excelente, mi amigo.” The woman eagerly pulled Canada from his seat and Cuba was disturbed to notice the friendly nation had already started bobbing his head to the music.
His citizen turned to him with a cheeky smile. “And you?”
Cuba coughed uncomfortably, a blush rising to his cheeks, and he feigned searching for his lighter. “Nah no. No.” He waved them off.
A few other tourists were ushered up and soon a Congo line formed on the dance floor. It broke up soon when the first song ended, and Cuba nearly gave a sigh of relief before he noticed Canada was STILL dancing - if you could call the weird, awkward jerky motions dancing….
Oh god, one of the band members decided to hand the country a pair of brightly painted maracas for accompaniment, and Canada stared at them uncertainly for a moment before he started shaking them and continued his attack on rhythm.
Cuba snorted into his drink and tried not to laugh. Oh geezus, Canada was definitely gonna regret THAT in the morning! The island nation took a long swig of his alcohol and figured the worst had to be over.
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No matter how many times it happens, Cuba mistaking Canada for America is always funny to me.
Throw this on the fills list anon!
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