[fan fic] Fishing Trips and Ex-Pat Trees
Title: Fishing Trips and Ex-Pat Trees
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Canada and America,
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Fishing trips, noogies, and brofluff. Anything better than that?
Sunday afternoon get-togethers were getting rarer and rarer for Canada and America, so they treasured the ones they got. This time, they were fishing together in one of the shallower areas of Lake Superior. The border always got fuzzy for them when they were away from cities.
"I'm tellin' you, this is on my side!" America said loudly.
"But we're in Canada, I can feel it!" Canada shouted back, a little more softly. They'd given up the illusion that they were actually going to catch anything with all the noise they were making.
"Pfft, you say that but I can feel all those trees, they're mine."
"I can feel those trees as well," Canada replied, crossing his arms. America hooked one of his arms around his twin's neck and brought his other fist into his hair.
"What- don't!" Canada protested helplessly as America gave him a noogie.
"You're gettin' soft, going out with Russia's sister all the time. When're you just gonna come and say that she's your girlfriend?" He laughed as Canada pulled himself free of America's admittedly loose hold.
"Katyusha's not my girlfriend," he said, crossing his arms again and looking away to hide his bright pink cheeks. "We're just good friends and close because of our school programs."
"Right," America replied. "Anyways, these trees are mine and I can prove it." He set down his fishing rod and strolled straight towards the first one he could reach. He pressed his hand to the bark and closed his eyes. Peace suffused his body. Canada followed and placed his hand on the opposite side.
"The tree's Canadian," Canada said softly.
"But the soil's American," his brother replied. The boys opened their eyes, looked at each other, and smiled.
Then America said, "I was right after all!" At which point a fish latched onto his rod and started dragging it towards the water.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Canada and America,
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Fishing trips, noogies, and brofluff. Anything better than that?
Sunday afternoon get-togethers were getting rarer and rarer for Canada and America, so they treasured the ones they got. This time, they were fishing together in one of the shallower areas of Lake Superior. The border always got fuzzy for them when they were away from cities.
"I'm tellin' you, this is on my side!" America said loudly.
"But we're in Canada, I can feel it!" Canada shouted back, a little more softly. They'd given up the illusion that they were actually going to catch anything with all the noise they were making.
"Pfft, you say that but I can feel all those trees, they're mine."
"I can feel those trees as well," Canada replied, crossing his arms. America hooked one of his arms around his twin's neck and brought his other fist into his hair.
"What- don't!" Canada protested helplessly as America gave him a noogie.
"You're gettin' soft, going out with Russia's sister all the time. When're you just gonna come and say that she's your girlfriend?" He laughed as Canada pulled himself free of America's admittedly loose hold.
"Katyusha's not my girlfriend," he said, crossing his arms again and looking away to hide his bright pink cheeks. "We're just good friends and close because of our school programs."
"Right," America replied. "Anyways, these trees are mine and I can prove it." He set down his fishing rod and strolled straight towards the first one he could reach. He pressed his hand to the bark and closed his eyes. Peace suffused his body. Canada followed and placed his hand on the opposite side.
"The tree's Canadian," Canada said softly.
"But the soil's American," his brother replied. The boys opened their eyes, looked at each other, and smiled.
Then America said, "I was right after all!" At which point a fish latched onto his rod and started dragging it towards the water.