十七 - [Video] - Another day, another recipe for fish (Everything's going quite swimmingly?)
[The camera - and the laptop of course - is sitting on the table by the window, facing out. Taiwan is just out of sight, humming to herself as she cooks. It's fish. Again. Meanwhile, out on the uncovered part of the deck, Falis and Lithuania are sitting holding fishing poles. Falis looks incredibly bored, to the point where she doesn't notice that Poppy (Poland's pony) is chewing on her hair. Taiwan giggles to herself at the sight, and shifts the camera towards the scene, taking in the picture. Poland has a fishing pole next to him, but is more or less just sunbathing on the deck.]
["Poland," Lithuania asks, "do you think you could help us?"
"Yeah," Falis says, though her heart isn't quite in it, her tone still bored. She shifts away, but Poppy follows her head. "Do something useful."
Poland waves one languid hand in the air from where he is sprawled on his back on the deck; his nails are painted burgundy today. "I'm like, taking care of Poppy, right? Totally useful."
Both Lithuania and Falis look as though they want to say something, but shrug it off as being too much trouble.
"Have we caught anything?" Taiwan asks, voice louder since she's closer to the computer. Just then, behind her, a door slams, and Natasha strides past her and walks out onto the deck. She's holding a grenade in one hand.
"Useless," she mutters, walking to the edge of the deck where Falis and Lithuania are sitting. "All of you are so useless," and she tosses the grenade into the water just past the edge of the ship before walking back inside and slamming the door behind her again.
All four of them (excluding the pony, who seems quite happy chewing on Falis' hair) look at each other with confusion for a moment before comprehension dawns.]
[The entire picture shifts for a moment, and then the boat rocks almost violently as the grenade explodes under the ocean, sending a huge rain of fish and water over the deck, and the picture cuts off.]
["Poland," Lithuania asks, "do you think you could help us?"
"Yeah," Falis says, though her heart isn't quite in it, her tone still bored. She shifts away, but Poppy follows her head. "Do something useful."
Poland waves one languid hand in the air from where he is sprawled on his back on the deck; his nails are painted burgundy today. "I'm like, taking care of Poppy, right? Totally useful."
Both Lithuania and Falis look as though they want to say something, but shrug it off as being too much trouble.
"Have we caught anything?" Taiwan asks, voice louder since she's closer to the computer. Just then, behind her, a door slams, and Natasha strides past her and walks out onto the deck. She's holding a grenade in one hand.
"Useless," she mutters, walking to the edge of the deck where Falis and Lithuania are sitting. "All of you are so useless," and she tosses the grenade into the water just past the edge of the ship before walking back inside and slamming the door behind her again.
All four of them (excluding the pony, who seems quite happy chewing on Falis' hair) look at each other with confusion for a moment before comprehension dawns.]
[The entire picture shifts for a moment, and then the boat rocks almost violently as the grenade explodes under the ocean, sending a huge rain of fish and water over the deck, and the picture cuts off.]