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valmoraTitle: family vacation
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: England, Canada, America, references to past America/Japan
Time period: modern day, ish.
Disclaimer: not my characters, no money made.
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sadlygrove, a bit late, based on a few prompts she gave me and really filling none of them.
America stares at his map, lost. Looks at the map on the wall. Looks again at the handy little electronic dictionary Japan had him buy in Akihabara last week.
“I give up,” he says.
“I don’t know either,” Canada mumbles.
England mutters something under his breath about North America being culturally homogeneous and what the fuck did Japan do to curry, by all that was good, holy, and formerly British.
“It’s a duty free shop, for God’s sake,” he finally says aloud, when his rambling invective is over. “It even says so. Dyuu-tii furii.”
“Oh,” Canada smiles blankly. “I think I recognize that.”
“Sounds like Queen’s English,” America muses, looking back at the sign. “Wrong. Hey, fifty percent off on Chinese character items! I want one.”
“You –!” England starts. Canada inserts himself, with a sidle and slouch, between America and England. The argument, like child’s attention span in peek-a-boo, ends temporarily.
“I think it’s fifty percent off on salmon?” Canada suggests, hesitantly, then sets off towards the stairs. His hiking boots’ heels thud reassuringly on the tile floor.
“How can you not read at least some of his language?” England is shoulder-to-shoulder with America, and his face is reddening with irritation. “Even I can still remember some of it!”
America shrugs. “Not convenient. Besides, Spanish is more important.”
“You were cohabiting for almost ten years and you were keeping joint finances into the Eighties!”
“Don’t remind me,” America says. “I’m still fighting with him over the visitation rights for Okinawa.”
“Here we are!” Canada announces. “Don’t spend all the national budget you don’t have, eh.”
America plows through him on his way past the racks of 100% Silk real JAPANESE KIMONO to the 侍: SAMURAI and 忍者 t-shirts, to grab one reading 一番. He folds it and takes it to the counter.
“Didn’t you say you couldn’t read?” England snaps, trailing after him.
“Can’t,” America says breezily. “Kirin Ichiban. Good beer, though not as good as Bud.”
The woman at the counter rattles off a number in moonspeak, or possibly English that’s even worse than Scotland’s. America shoves a tan bill into her hands and waits for his change. He can’t deal with that many zeroes; it’s too ugly. One of these days Japan needs to stop counting his money in cents.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: England, Canada, America, references to past America/Japan
Time period: modern day, ish.
Disclaimer: not my characters, no money made.
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sadlygrove, a bit late, based on a few prompts she gave me and really filling none of them.America stares at his map, lost. Looks at the map on the wall. Looks again at the handy little electronic dictionary Japan had him buy in Akihabara last week.
“I give up,” he says.
“I don’t know either,” Canada mumbles.
England mutters something under his breath about North America being culturally homogeneous and what the fuck did Japan do to curry, by all that was good, holy, and formerly British.
“It’s a duty free shop, for God’s sake,” he finally says aloud, when his rambling invective is over. “It even says so. Dyuu-tii furii.”
“Oh,” Canada smiles blankly. “I think I recognize that.”
“Sounds like Queen’s English,” America muses, looking back at the sign. “Wrong. Hey, fifty percent off on Chinese character items! I want one.”
“You –!” England starts. Canada inserts himself, with a sidle and slouch, between America and England. The argument, like child’s attention span in peek-a-boo, ends temporarily.
“I think it’s fifty percent off on salmon?” Canada suggests, hesitantly, then sets off towards the stairs. His hiking boots’ heels thud reassuringly on the tile floor.
“How can you not read at least some of his language?” England is shoulder-to-shoulder with America, and his face is reddening with irritation. “Even I can still remember some of it!”
America shrugs. “Not convenient. Besides, Spanish is more important.”
“You were cohabiting for almost ten years and you were keeping joint finances into the Eighties!”
“Don’t remind me,” America says. “I’m still fighting with him over the visitation rights for Okinawa.”
“Here we are!” Canada announces. “Don’t spend all the national budget you don’t have, eh.”
America plows through him on his way past the racks of 100% Silk real JAPANESE KIMONO to the 侍: SAMURAI and 忍者 t-shirts, to grab one reading 一番. He folds it and takes it to the counter.
“Didn’t you say you couldn’t read?” England snaps, trailing after him.
“Can’t,” America says breezily. “Kirin Ichiban. Good beer, though not as good as Bud.”
The woman at the counter rattles off a number in moonspeak, or possibly English that’s even worse than Scotland’s. America shoves a tan bill into her hands and waits for his change. He can’t deal with that many zeroes; it’s too ugly. One of these days Japan needs to stop counting his money in cents.
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Date: 2010-01-05 05:50 pm (UTC)what the fuck did Japan do to curry
I would like to know as well. That was the first meal I had there and I was incredibly... underwhelmed. Except I really do love Japan's rendition of beef stew--nikujaga. Omnomnomnom.
“Didn’t you say you couldn’t read?” England snaps, trailing after him.
“Can’t,” America says breezily. “Kirin Ichiban. Good beer, though not as good as Bud.”
XD Oh America. I can sympathize; I recognize the kanji for various meats and JR stops but not any I'm supposed to know in class....
He can’t deal with that many zeroes; it’s too ugly.
This. I got zero retarded when I came back to the states.
Mom: How many miles are on your car?
Kris: Uh. one thousand?
Mom: What? We've had it for six years--
Kris: ....I think I'm reading the odometer in yen and trying to eliminate the last two zeroes.
Thank you, this was great!
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Date: 2010-01-06 07:41 am (UTC)Yeah. That was basically my reaction, although I ended up making some myself and it wasn't so bad.
but not any I'm supposed to know in class
It's like how I knew the kanji (although I've since forgotten it) for "erection" before I knew the one for "to wear".
reading the odometer in yen
THIS. HOMG. We should start a facebook group based on this.