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roesslyngTitle: Bro, it won't even fit
Characters/Pairing: America and Canada
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 200
Summary: America finally picked out a pumpkin, but how the heck are they going to get it home?
Other: Written for Fall Fandom Week on Tumblr. (Original post)
Bro, it won't even fit
"How about this one?"
Canada looked up. He stared first at the pumpkin, then at America, then back to the pumpkin.
"Um," he said.
America was grinning.
Canada waited for a second to see if there'd be a "Haha, just joking, buddy!", or a "Gotcha!", or something like that.
Nothing.
He rubbed his hands together, his fingertips nipped by the chilly late October air, and wished he'd brought mittens. He hadn't expected to spend such a long time searching through the U-Pick field for the perfect pumpkin, but America was all to blame for that.
And now, there was an entirely different problem.
"It's not going to fit in the car," Canada said flatly. "Not even if we put the back seats down. You'll have to find another one."
America snorted. "Wanna bet? Come on dude, I can fit it in there no problem!"
Was that a challenge? "You're kidding."
Fifteen minutes later, a car could be seen driving down the highway with a massive pumpkin strapped to the roof.
Canada frowned as he drove them back to his place, but at least he was sure of one thing. No matter what America said, he was right.
It didn't fit.
Characters/Pairing: America and Canada
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 200
Summary: America finally picked out a pumpkin, but how the heck are they going to get it home?
Other: Written for Fall Fandom Week on Tumblr. (Original post)
Bro, it won't even fit
"How about this one?"
Canada looked up. He stared first at the pumpkin, then at America, then back to the pumpkin.
"Um," he said.
America was grinning.
Canada waited for a second to see if there'd be a "Haha, just joking, buddy!", or a "Gotcha!", or something like that.
Nothing.
He rubbed his hands together, his fingertips nipped by the chilly late October air, and wished he'd brought mittens. He hadn't expected to spend such a long time searching through the U-Pick field for the perfect pumpkin, but America was all to blame for that.
And now, there was an entirely different problem.
"It's not going to fit in the car," Canada said flatly. "Not even if we put the back seats down. You'll have to find another one."
America snorted. "Wanna bet? Come on dude, I can fit it in there no problem!"
Was that a challenge? "You're kidding."
Fifteen minutes later, a car could be seen driving down the highway with a massive pumpkin strapped to the roof.
Canada frowned as he drove them back to his place, but at least he was sure of one thing. No matter what America said, he was right.
It didn't fit.
