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Roleplay 1
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Antarctica smacked her forehead, looking irritated. “you….” she sighed, then smiled. “Well, thanks for bringing all of this, I appreciate it.” Was this what having friends was?
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Canada face palmed,”God damn Italia.” He sighed,”I seem to be very popular today,eh.”
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“Oh! That reminds me~!” He pulled out a bottle of maple syrup some how from his vest pocket. “I heard that you needed some so I grabbed it on the way here.”
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Canada brightened visibly and attacked his hand, grabbing the bottle from his hands and cradled it,”You are the best!”
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Antarctica stared at them both in confusion. “I don’t get it, it’s just syrup.”
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Canada hissed, legitimately hissed at Antarctica,”It is the drink of the gods!”
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“I got more in the helicopter if you want it.” Italy smiled brightly.” And cheese!” Italy nodded, “Its good cheese.”
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Canada’s eyes flickered to Italy,”I want.” Then he nodded,”Cheese is good too.”
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Italy stood and put on his glasses. “We will get cheese soon.” He grabbed Canada’s forearm.
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((i have no way to describe the face Antarctica is making. Somewhere between horrified, confused, and shocked))
“Wait. What helicopter?” She asked after Canada turned away with a maniacal glint in his eyes. -
Drying himself off, he grabbed his shirt and his towel and put them into his bag before walking back to his hotel. It just so happens to be at the same hotel as Canada too. Taking the elevator, he walked over to his room and opened the door. Walking in, he set his bag down on the floor. Flopping on the bed, he sighed. Vacation? No way is this the vacation I had thought of. I probably should have invited some of my friends. He grinned, Thinking about what would happen if he had brought along his friends. He laughed, seeing all the havoc they probably would cause. Maybe, it’s actually a good thing that I didn’t bring them. Going to his suitcase, he took out his laptop and searched up one of the anime’s he was watching.
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Canada let his friend grab him,he cradled the bottle still,”Lead me to the drink of the gods Italia.”
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America stopped laughing, and shot a confused look at the syrup. “Don’t you put that on pancakes?”, she asked.
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Canada nodded,”You do, but I prefer to drink it instead of soda, or some shit.”
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“I prefer actual soda”, America said. By this time she was starting to get cold. She was still in her bikini, and still holding her blue surfboard. She curled up on the ground, trying to get warm.