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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.

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Canada had gone down the hall a bit to hit up the coke machine. He was fine with green tea, really, but he needed some variety and he'd been cut off from Deathbucks for three days. He was not an addict!

When he came back into the apartment, the smell of delicious chinese cuisine he was expected was unusually absent. Instead it was a rather worrisome smell. The smell of something burning.

Now that wasn't right at all.

Matt ran over to the stove to remove the pan from the burner and then safetly turn the oven off. There, at least the alarm hadn't gone off yet. With a sigh of relief, the northern nation turned and looked around the apartment. China was gone? Why would he leave the apartment? That didn't seem like him at a--

And here Canada yelped and tripped over something on the floor. He landed with a thud against the carpet. "Owww..."

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What was-- oh. He seemed to be moving. China was having something of a mental rat race going on, peering out of what seemed to be a mirror at-

"Canada!" Now, he was a proud Nation, and he wouldn't often yell in anything but what deserved it (or what was stupid enough or shocking enough to deserve it). But this was the short of yell one might get from a fox pinned in a tiger's lair. Beseeching, you could say.

As high-lilted and panicking as China was going to get, you could also say. "Canada, what is-- get up, aiiyaa, look at- what is this." And just as any other event, his voice turned the opposite way, dropped straight into ice.

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And with the sudden panicked yelling of the suddenly-no-longer-missing-China(!?!) Canada bounced off the ground and took a few steps back to see what he tripped over.

It looked like some kind of long spear.

Hey, wait a minute. It took half a second for it to click and Matt was soon bending down by the weapon on the floor. He blinked.

"China!?"

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"Yes!" Wait. Names were powerful things. "No."

Pause. Canada wouldn't be aware of that. Should he explain? For a fretful moment, the idea seemed like a good one, a distracting one, and if he concentrated he could see Canada looming near (wasn't fair, the other Nation was so big), and he--

"I-it has happened, hasn't it."

... Sounded like a woeful ghost stuck in a tree.