a drabble
Title: [untitled]
Author/Artist: spikedtea
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Germany
Rating: G
Wordcount: ~300
Warnings: none
Summary: Germany decides to visit America
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California. The land of sand and endless summers. Cacti and palm trees next to the ocean under the blood red sky.
America had been annoying him about it for weeks. Truth be told, stories of America's unconstrained expanse of desert had always left him in him a glazed, romantic stupor. And so, to cement his "new and improved" relations with America, he had decided to take America up on the offer and spend a week during the Yuletide season in sunny Southern California.
Clearly America had been lying to him. Either that or he wasn't in California. If the freezing rain and inverted umbrellas were any indication, he was probably in London.
Ludwig rubbed his temples, wondering if his steadfast German sensibilities were slipping with age. Maybe this was all Veneziano's fault. Did he actually know the difference between the English-speaking countries?
"Hey Ger- Ludwig! Sorry about the cold sna... uh..."
So he did know the difference between the countries. But did he know the difference between New York and Los Angeles?
And who wears a wool scarf while going barefoot in thongs?
"Ok, I get the Hawaiian shirt. It's a common mistake. But, dude, the socks with the Moses sandals? That's just wrong..."
Ludwig stiff march back towards the glass double doors of LAX only made America's laugh ring even more loudly in his ears.
The hefty warmth of leather brought him to a halt.
"Come on, we'll stop by my place to grab some clothes for you before we hit the Promenade. Since it doesn't look like you packed anything other shorts and Hawaiian shirts."
"And socks" Ludwig mumbled inaudibly as he trailed the now jaywalking American.
Ludwig wasn't sure whether to be alarmed or comforted by the palm tree wrapped in a string of blinking lights.
**fin**
**notes**
Every European I have met seems to find our (read Californians') outfits baffling, but try to blend in anyway. Except the Germans, who seem to stubbornly refuse to let go of their Hawaiian shirts, shorts, socks, and Moses sandals. Land of the free man, land of the free...
It also seems like every German I've met has an obsession with the desert. I know Germany lacks deserts, but really, it's not that exciting.
California is/was going through a cold snap. And by cold I mean Los Angeles/ Orange County is just above freezing (it is 34F/ 1C as I write this). Comparatively warm in comparison to Germany, perhaps, but you still need sleeves.
Author/Artist: spikedtea
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Germany
Rating: G
Wordcount: ~300
Warnings: none
Summary: Germany decides to visit America
****
California. The land of sand and endless summers. Cacti and palm trees next to the ocean under the blood red sky.
America had been annoying him about it for weeks. Truth be told, stories of America's unconstrained expanse of desert had always left him in him a glazed, romantic stupor. And so, to cement his "new and improved" relations with America, he had decided to take America up on the offer and spend a week during the Yuletide season in sunny Southern California.
Clearly America had been lying to him. Either that or he wasn't in California. If the freezing rain and inverted umbrellas were any indication, he was probably in London.
Ludwig rubbed his temples, wondering if his steadfast German sensibilities were slipping with age. Maybe this was all Veneziano's fault. Did he actually know the difference between the English-speaking countries?
"Hey Ger- Ludwig! Sorry about the cold sna... uh..."
So he did know the difference between the countries. But did he know the difference between New York and Los Angeles?
And who wears a wool scarf while going barefoot in thongs?
"Ok, I get the Hawaiian shirt. It's a common mistake. But, dude, the socks with the Moses sandals? That's just wrong..."
Ludwig stiff march back towards the glass double doors of LAX only made America's laugh ring even more loudly in his ears.
The hefty warmth of leather brought him to a halt.
"Come on, we'll stop by my place to grab some clothes for you before we hit the Promenade. Since it doesn't look like you packed anything other shorts and Hawaiian shirts."
"And socks" Ludwig mumbled inaudibly as he trailed the now jaywalking American.
Ludwig wasn't sure whether to be alarmed or comforted by the palm tree wrapped in a string of blinking lights.
**fin**
**notes**
Every European I have met seems to find our (read Californians') outfits baffling, but try to blend in anyway. Except the Germans, who seem to stubbornly refuse to let go of their Hawaiian shirts, shorts, socks, and Moses sandals. Land of the free man, land of the free...
It also seems like every German I've met has an obsession with the desert. I know Germany lacks deserts, but really, it's not that exciting.
California is/was going through a cold snap. And by cold I mean Los Angeles/ Orange County is just above freezing (it is 34F/ 1C as I write this). Comparatively warm in comparison to Germany, perhaps, but you still need sleeves.