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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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[sheroic.livejournal.com]

[ And America comes out to watch her, bunches of maple cookies in hand. ]

You should play baseball instead. [ Munching on those cookies. Maybe she'll realize something's wrong maybe. ]

[rueandwolf.livejournal.com]

[Lithuania is watching the game a bit curiously. It's not one she's familiar with, but considering how unhappy the other nation seems, she's not sure she should walk up and ask. Not to mention she was taking out frustrations via physical action herself not that long ago.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

You can't play baseball alone.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Oh... hello. Sorry, I didn't see you there.

[rueandwolf.livejournal.com]

[Lithuania smiles a bit apologetically.]

I'm sorry if I disturbed you, Miss Canada. I've never seen that game before.

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

I'd play! And you've got friends here, right? Yeah! So we can play!

Oh, but when I'm done eating. Are you gonna make any more of these?

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

It's fine.

This is one of the games of my people. The French settlers named it la crosse for us. No one in Europe really knows about it, though, don't worry.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

I made so many batches I nearly lost count, America. Do you really need more?

[dewy-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

[Ukraine was out walking, exploring and taking a mental map of where everything was in relation to other things when she happened upon the Lacrosse playing Canadian. She knew it was one of her games but couldn't remember the name very well with it's odd name.]

[But she remembers her Matvey, her Canada and some of the similar bouts of depression he'd get where he'd sulk and go play hockey until her dropped. Something was certainly up with Maggie and she was determined to find out in her non-confrontational way.]

Maggie, is all okie?

1/3

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

[ Munch munch munch. ]

I'm still hungry! Hey, what are you making them for anyway?

[rueandwolf.livejournal.com]

I doubt I'd know many of the European games from your time, either. ...Are you alright?

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

3/3

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

Oh! R-right! Happy birthday to you...! Happy birthday to you! [ Singing the song loudly off-key correct her soon. ]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Yes. Of course. Hi.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

America!



No. My birthday is three days before yours. Does it feel like July to you?

[dewy-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

Is not good to lie to friends.

[Goes and retrieves the ball and holds it out to her with a small, concerned smile.]

What is wrong?

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

They're okay, but you're not really missing out.

Umm. I'm good, yeah. Just getting rid of some excess energy.

[rueandwolf.livejournal.com]

There's not much to do here, really, is there? Does the game usually involve slamming the ball into a wall?

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

... I made a friend and now she's gone.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Theoretically, you play on teams, passing it to each other to try to get goals in whatever you define as your goal area. I have a couple extra sticks, but I don't think anyone here plays.

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

[ Like she can remember anyone's birthday but her own. ]

... Then what's this all for?

[dewy-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

Ah, that is always hard... especially here. I em sorry, Maggie.

[Goes and places a hand gently on Canada's shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze. Most people needed comfort once someone left their life, she knew this, and wasn't going to let a version of her Canada wallow in misery.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

I...

I thought it would make me feel better, is all. But it didn't.

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

[ America tries to run through her mind what could make Canada sad. It's not her birthday! It only took a minute to remember her name this morning! ]

Huh? What happened? I didn't do anything wrong! [ Everything revolves around America of course. ]

[rueandwolf.livejournal.com]

Maybe you could teach a few people how?