Nothin' But Net [Active / Open]

[oldglory]

Characters: America, Lithuania, open to spectators
Content: Sports! AAAH! You'll be good at 'em!!
Where: the basketball court outside the cafeteria
When: Monday, early afternoon
Warnings: none

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[letunityblossom]

Lithuania had decided that maybe a walk would be good. And it was a nice day out--warmer than it would be at home--so he took advantage of the weather by taking a walk outside. He'd since removed his jacket, though, leaving him in a t-shirt, and was mostly lost in thought, wondering just how he was going to get out of this mess. If Russia and America could only cooperate, things would go much more smoothly. But as it was America hadn't seemed to quite understand the gravity of the situation, and Russia was, well, Russia.

He was pulled back into reality by the sound of a basketball, first bouncing off of something and then rolling near enough to catch his attention. He blinked down at it and followed its trajectory back to the court, where he couldn't help smiling at America. Lithuania had always been fond of basketball.

"You dropped this," he said, picking up the ball and passing it back easily.

[oldglory]

America nearly went to get the ball himself, but noticing Lithuania saved him the trouble, and he cast his friend a smile that faded within a few seconds. "Thanks." He caught the pass just as easily, and dribbled on the spot a couple times, then turned on his heel and shot again from where he was. Two points.

Really oughta say something, he thought absently, as an aside to everything else on his mind. How are you, you like the weather, or maybe you were right-

The next shot didn't go through as cleanly, and he wound up not saying anything.

[letunityblossom]

Lithuania watched America sink his next shot, and by the time the one after was sailing through the air, had decided the normally outgoing country's silence was worrisome. Maybe America had realized just what sort of show he was on. If he had, this wasn't the time for an I told you so. Lithuania set his jacket on a nearby chair and darted forward before the basketball could return to the younger country.

"That shot wasn't your cleanest, are you getting rusty?" he asked, grinning just a bit wider than he might have been feeling, but hoping to get America's mind off of things for at least a little bit anyway.

[oldglory]

The taunt pulled America back to reality like opening a stuck drawer. "- am not," he protested belatedly, hands on his hips. "I was just -"

Thinking? Who'd believe that?

"- you threw me off," he finished.