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[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[If you have a keen nose or happen to be passing by the spaceship, if might become apparent that someone's spent the better part of the day baking with maple syrup. (Adversely, if you happen to be inside the spaceship, chances are good you've already found the freshly baked stash of maple cookies big enough to feed the Royal Canadian Air Force (circa 1946, though) and are stuffing your American face.)

Should the maple not entice you, maybe the young nation in braided pigtails and an oversized sweatshirt repeatedly whipping a small rubber ball at the side of the spaceship will. With the stick in her hand, she catches the ball neatly no matter which way it bounces back to her, running back and forth to catch it, only to jerk the handle of the lacrosse stick, sending the ball soaring back to the outer wall of the spaceship once more.

It's obvious Canada is taking this as a serious bout of training, cursing those rare times she misses. It's been too long since hockey season ended for her and she's gotten slack at finding people to play lacrosse with her. She misses being able to pour herself into her national sports, letting herself get caught up in the fun and comraderie of the game, whatever it happens to be.

What probably isn't obvious is how sad, homesick, or absolutely tired of being forgotten she is.]

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[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

[Nothing at first, but when she ducks her head into the entrance of the ship, Prussia quiets with the pretense of adjusting to the dimmer light] Better?

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

It didn't work. Would you like coffee?

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Right, but don't put any of that sweet stuff in it.

[She stares momentarily at the ice pack, but shakes her head and applies it nevertheless. Hopefully it won't bruise too much.]

So, who died? You don't look like you woke on the wrong side of the bed.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Not died, just... She just left and probably forgot about me forever. The usual.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

She. [Prussia furrows her brow, taking a deep drink of the dark liquid as does. Vague faces come to mind, and none of them fit what Canada may be referring to. But the hurt is still there on her face.]

Hey. Come here, kid.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

I should just not ever get attached to anyone. I'm so stupid, Prusse.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

[That long conversation at the ball is still fresh in her mind, but she doesn't bring it to the forefront. Instead, she cups the back of Canada's head, tugging her close to press her face against her shoulder in a half hug]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

[It's all too easy to start with the "I told you so"s and "Especially about humans", but she doesn't. Canada's not less vulnerable than her sister]

Have a stronger heart than that.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

I've only got the one heart! And I don't think I've had it long enough for it to stop being too soft.