(no subject)
Characters: Canada and China.
Location: Chinada's apartment. Which means Canada's apartment.
Rating: G? PG? PG-13?
Time: Morning.
Description: They've been so pressured to be partners, now they're going to try.
The storm really was getting worse. He'd thought of it like a monsoon, before, but now-- now the sky was roaring like there really were dragons, and it was red, and that was the entirely wrong color for a force of nature. People were the only ones who were supposed to hold red.
China was hardly an inattentive one, but even he drifted by the window and looked out long enough (was this really America's land? Were they even in an Earth desert? It was possible-- anything was possible, now-) that the stir fry he'd sat on a pan began to cackle in a way that was distinctly not good. And still, he hesitated, lingered about as though just staring would will the clouds away - no, no, that wouldn't work, didn't work, and if he didn't mix up the vegetables, the entire meal wouldn't work, either--
Crash.
Now, China was China, not America, but even he felt that one. ... Or not so much felt, since he couldn't- feel anything, hold on, that wasn't right at all, nothing was right at all, this felt like--- felt like--
- felt like -
How they'd described that happening would feel like.
Oh. That. Wasn't right at all.
Location: Chinada's apartment. Which means Canada's apartment.
Rating: G? PG? PG-13?
Time: Morning.
Description: They've been so pressured to be partners, now they're going to try.
The storm really was getting worse. He'd thought of it like a monsoon, before, but now-- now the sky was roaring like there really were dragons, and it was red, and that was the entirely wrong color for a force of nature. People were the only ones who were supposed to hold red.
China was hardly an inattentive one, but even he drifted by the window and looked out long enough (was this really America's land? Were they even in an Earth desert? It was possible-- anything was possible, now-) that the stir fry he'd sat on a pan began to cackle in a way that was distinctly not good. And still, he hesitated, lingered about as though just staring would will the clouds away - no, no, that wouldn't work, didn't work, and if he didn't mix up the vegetables, the entire meal wouldn't work, either--
Crash.
Now, China was China, not America, but even he felt that one. ... Or not so much felt, since he couldn't- feel anything, hold on, that wasn't right at all, nothing was right at all, this felt like--- felt like--
- felt like -
How they'd described that happening would feel like.
Oh. That. Wasn't right at all.