[Fic Fill]: Brothers
TITLE: Brothers
AUTHOR: revolutionjack
RECIPIENT: mcmitters
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: America and Canada, no pairings.
NOTES: None, really.
SUMMARY: The prompt was America and Canada hanging out and being bros.
America flopped onto the couch when they
entered Canada's apartment in Toronto, grabbing the remote as he did
so. Canada went to go get snacks and beer from the kitchen.
"I've got Molsen's. What do you want?" he called.
Pausing to think, America yelled back. "You and your Canadian beer.
Maybe I should go to the store, they might have good /American/ beer."
"American beer is piss, but all the same I've got some in the back for
you." Canada replied, managing to make the insult sound like good
natured teasing.
"Beer? Or piss?" America retorted.
"Ah, it looks like… Budweiser and Coors. Pick one, or you're
having Keith's."
"Is that the Nova Scotian stuff? I'll have a Budweiser."
"Yes, it's Nova Scotian. And alright. Do you want popcorn or chips?"
"Both!"
Canada rolled his eyes, but brought both the snacks and their beers.
"Awww, Canada, you do care!" America grabbed for the beer and chips.
"Yeah, yeah. Dude, you passed the game already."
"No I didn't, I'd have seen it."
"It's on TSN, 20 channels ago, I saw it, eh."
"That's /hockey/. I want to watch baseball! Besides, the playoffs are
on, since it's October." America bounced eagerly in his seat--
baseball was his favourite sport.
"My favourite team are playing their rivals tonight!!"
"You've got months and months of hockey! Baseball is over until April
in a week or two!" America whined.
America held the remote out of reach as Canada leapt for it.
"Gimme it!! It's my TV!"
"But Canadaaaaaaaaaaaa!! The playoffs!!"
Canada flailed for the remote, practically climbing on America to get
within reach. They wrestled, pushing and shoving each other in an
attempt to take control of the remote. America dropped the remote
without even noticing and the two of them tussled and fought to pin
each other down. Eventually, Canada pinned America underneath him, and
they laughed. Breathlessly, Canada said "We'll watch both."
America laughed, and rolled his eyes. "Hockey's not even a sport, it's
just boxing on ice."
"Baseball. Ugh. So slow."
"It is /not/ slow!" America objected as Canada flipped to ESPN. "If
you want slow and boring, watch Curling."
"Curling is not boring!!!" Canada found the right channel just as the
game was starting. He reclined back on the couch, watching America get
into the game.
"They won 60% of their regular season games in one of the toughest
divisions in the league, and their opponent is a wild card team from
their division. This is the American league /championship/." America
said, nearly reverently.
"They've got the best pitching staff in the league, not undefeated I
mean, but really good. The other team's really good at offense though,
so we'll see how it goes. There's a huge rivalry between the two, and
they tend to match up a lot during the post season, even though
they're in the same division, so
everyone looks forward to their games."
All of a sudden the inning was over and Canada changed the channel to
TSN. The score was zero-zero in the first period, and there was a
scrum in front of one of the nets. Canada broke out into cheers when
the puck went into the net, only to start screaming in unintelligible
French when the score didn't change and the referee didn't signal the
goal. He was soon distracted, however, as a fight broke out
amongst the players.
Canada leapt out of his seat to cheer on the player in red as he
attacked the opposing skater. "Come onnnn!! Freaking kill him, he
snowed Price! Should be a penalty, he interefered--YESSSSS!!!" A fist
pump as the white clad player was knocked to the ice, and the refs
separated the two.
He was fairly happy with the distribution of penalties, but when he
turned to laugh at his brother -the opposing team was one of
America's- America was watching him.
"What?"
"...You're scaring me. Are you going to be like this /all/ night?"
"...Maybe." Canada said innocently, grinning at his brother. The game
went to commercial, and Canada flipped the channel back to the
baseball game.
America started rambling again about stats and different pitches; all
of which meant nothing to Canada, who didn't understand what half the
statistics meant and couldn't see the difference between the pitches.
He nodded enthusiastically however, attempting to be an attentive
listener despite the fact that baseball was definitely not his sport.
The batter hit a long drive into left field and flew around the bases,
sliding into second just as the second baseman reached down to tag
him. The umpire signalled that he was out and America exploded.
"Are you freaking blind!!!? The tag never even touched him! Forget
glasses, the umpire needs new /eyes/!!"
Canada burst out laughing. "He's one of yours too, eh."
"Yeah, but... seriously!! The guy was sooooo safe!"
Shrugging helplessly, Canada got up to go refill the chips and beer.
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When the games had ended, America's baseball game ending happily and
Canada's hockey game leaving him muttering under his breath in sullen
French, Canada retreated into his room and left America to
crash on the living room couch. Tonight was one of the few nights a
year when they didn't have to think about politics and diplomacy and international relations.
They were still America and Canada, but more importantly: they were brothers.
AUTHOR: revolutionjack
RECIPIENT: mcmitters
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: America and Canada, no pairings.
NOTES: None, really.
SUMMARY: The prompt was America and Canada hanging out and being bros.
America flopped onto the couch when they
entered Canada's apartment in Toronto, grabbing the remote as he did
so. Canada went to go get snacks and beer from the kitchen.
"I've got Molsen's. What do you want?" he called.
Pausing to think, America yelled back. "You and your Canadian beer.
Maybe I should go to the store, they might have good /American/ beer."
"American beer is piss, but all the same I've got some in the back for
you." Canada replied, managing to make the insult sound like good
natured teasing.
"Beer? Or piss?" America retorted.
"Ah, it looks like… Budweiser and Coors. Pick one, or you're
having Keith's."
"Is that the Nova Scotian stuff? I'll have a Budweiser."
"Yes, it's Nova Scotian. And alright. Do you want popcorn or chips?"
"Both!"
Canada rolled his eyes, but brought both the snacks and their beers.
"Awww, Canada, you do care!" America grabbed for the beer and chips.
"Yeah, yeah. Dude, you passed the game already."
"No I didn't, I'd have seen it."
"It's on TSN, 20 channels ago, I saw it, eh."
"That's /hockey/. I want to watch baseball! Besides, the playoffs are
on, since it's October." America bounced eagerly in his seat--
baseball was his favourite sport.
"My favourite team are playing their rivals tonight!!"
"You've got months and months of hockey! Baseball is over until April
in a week or two!" America whined.
America held the remote out of reach as Canada leapt for it.
"Gimme it!! It's my TV!"
"But Canadaaaaaaaaaaaa!! The playoffs!!"
Canada flailed for the remote, practically climbing on America to get
within reach. They wrestled, pushing and shoving each other in an
attempt to take control of the remote. America dropped the remote
without even noticing and the two of them tussled and fought to pin
each other down. Eventually, Canada pinned America underneath him, and
they laughed. Breathlessly, Canada said "We'll watch both."
America laughed, and rolled his eyes. "Hockey's not even a sport, it's
just boxing on ice."
"Baseball. Ugh. So slow."
"It is /not/ slow!" America objected as Canada flipped to ESPN. "If
you want slow and boring, watch Curling."
"Curling is not boring!!!" Canada found the right channel just as the
game was starting. He reclined back on the couch, watching America get
into the game.
"They won 60% of their regular season games in one of the toughest
divisions in the league, and their opponent is a wild card team from
their division. This is the American league /championship/." America
said, nearly reverently.
"They've got the best pitching staff in the league, not undefeated I
mean, but really good. The other team's really good at offense though,
so we'll see how it goes. There's a huge rivalry between the two, and
they tend to match up a lot during the post season, even though
they're in the same division, so
everyone looks forward to their games."
All of a sudden the inning was over and Canada changed the channel to
TSN. The score was zero-zero in the first period, and there was a
scrum in front of one of the nets. Canada broke out into cheers when
the puck went into the net, only to start screaming in unintelligible
French when the score didn't change and the referee didn't signal the
goal. He was soon distracted, however, as a fight broke out
amongst the players.
Canada leapt out of his seat to cheer on the player in red as he
attacked the opposing skater. "Come onnnn!! Freaking kill him, he
snowed Price! Should be a penalty, he interefered--YESSSSS!!!" A fist
pump as the white clad player was knocked to the ice, and the refs
separated the two.
He was fairly happy with the distribution of penalties, but when he
turned to laugh at his brother -the opposing team was one of
America's- America was watching him.
"What?"
"...You're scaring me. Are you going to be like this /all/ night?"
"...Maybe." Canada said innocently, grinning at his brother. The game
went to commercial, and Canada flipped the channel back to the
baseball game.
America started rambling again about stats and different pitches; all
of which meant nothing to Canada, who didn't understand what half the
statistics meant and couldn't see the difference between the pitches.
He nodded enthusiastically however, attempting to be an attentive
listener despite the fact that baseball was definitely not his sport.
The batter hit a long drive into left field and flew around the bases,
sliding into second just as the second baseman reached down to tag
him. The umpire signalled that he was out and America exploded.
"Are you freaking blind!!!? The tag never even touched him! Forget
glasses, the umpire needs new /eyes/!!"
Canada burst out laughing. "He's one of yours too, eh."
"Yeah, but... seriously!! The guy was sooooo safe!"
Shrugging helplessly, Canada got up to go refill the chips and beer.
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When the games had ended, America's baseball game ending happily and
Canada's hockey game leaving him muttering under his breath in sullen
French, Canada retreated into his room and left America to
crash on the living room couch. Tonight was one of the few nights a
year when they didn't have to think about politics and diplomacy and international relations.
They were still America and Canada, but more importantly: they were brothers.