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[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Characters: Canada and anyone~ OPEN
Setting: Dormitory level;fourth floor
Format: EITHER
Summary: Canada got a job and it's not as easy as she thought it may be.
Warnings: Annoyed Canada


A. IN THE DORMS

[Canada was assigned a job. A job. Maid really? REALLY? Cue dismal staring at the letter but eventually she is found doing her job. Dusting and cleaning your room, pulling the sheets off your bed and piling them by the door. Why. Why forever why. She appears to be entirely unhappy with this whole situation but she's a tad bit nervous about what might happen if she doesn't do as she's told. She's sure there would be punishment]

B. WASHER/DRIER

[The water is way too hot and it splashes everywhere. She's taken off her jacket but left her suit top on. The last thing she needs is a see through shirt and these are all her clothes right here. Her annoyance as she shifts the hot sheets into the driers turns into pain as she hits her arm on the surface.]

Ow Ow ow--nnn who thought of this stupid job anyways...

C. IN THE DORMS

[The job of course is still not quite done and Canada has brought back those sheets she stole, tucking them in with neat corner like she was taught when she younger. At least this is simple and she can ignore the burn on her arm and the way her hair is falling in her face]

D. FOURTH FLOOR

[Canada's sitting on a couch on the fourth floor, eyes closed. Her hair is still damp from a shower and she only bothered to put on her dress shirt and skirt. It's just too hot and she's too exhausted. Let her relax and nurse her burn]

I hate this place...

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D. Fourth Floor where Maman is wondering~

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

After having spent most of her first day in hysterics in her room, France was back to her normal self (at least on the outside) and had decided to explore this damn tower. She needed to see where she was, and had been told that the fourth floor had the best view.

Needless to say, when she got there and saw nothing but clouds and smog outside, she was annoyed. "Putain..." she muttered, glaring at the expanses of white outside. She circled around the floor, heels clicking in a deceptively leisurely pace. Just when she was about to give up and head back downstairs, she heard someone speak and stepped around until she saw Canada.

Her Canada!

Repressing a squeal of delight, lest this be an illusion, she called softly, "Canada?"

Re: D. Fourth Floor where Maman is wondering~

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada's mind was only half in the room, her thoughts lost between the dismal future that washing and cleaning would bring and wishing she was home. One month until her day...It was probably due to this that she just mumbled back a response, habit winning and completely overshadowing surprise.

"France, I'm really tired and my arm hurts, may I just sit for five minutes?"

Then her mind caught up and she shot upright and spun around for the voice.

"F-France?"

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

A smile lights up her face and France practically swoops down on the couch next to her Canada and hugs the girl close. "Oh ma chèrie, it is you!" She drops a kiss on the top of her head and nuzzles the damp hair.

She's almost content to stay like this for a while, when she remembers Canada mumbling something about her arm. "Is there something wrong with your arm?" she asks, voice firm as she leans away slightly to try to take a look at it.

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada, like always, is torn between feeling loved and smothered by France, but a familiar face is far too comforting to be pushed away. She gave France a squeeze and she was even smiling until France had to start mothering her. Canada shifted her arm out of sight and laughed awkwardly.

"Oh it's nothing, really. I just got a little burn."

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

A frown slowly began to take shape and France clicked her tongue. "A burn- Show me then. At the very least we can get something on it to soothe the heat." She noticed the arm being moved and narrowed her eyes.

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada sighed and her mumble of "I'm not a colony anymore" was hidden as she turned pull back the long shirtsleeve. She shifted her arm to show the long burn, taking up several inches of her forearm.

"They--I'm assigned a maid job and it's not so bad but the drier is very hot and I hit it with my arm. It'll heal fine in no time."

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

"..." France was silent as she brought up a cool hand to lightly touch around the burn. Her hands had chilled as she touched the windows she'd been staring out of earlier, and Canada's skin felt almost painfully hot against her still cold fingertips.
"You're almost as bad as Anglettere," she sighed, a little bitterly, as she turned the arm this way and that to examine the burn.
"Did you put anything on it?"

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada sighed a little. Her instinct to cover up the pain and smile it away was still going strong but she'd always had a hard time lying to France. Even a white lie still raised her guilt.

"No, it's just a burn. Things like this will heal soon enough, within the day. It's not so hard to ignore the pain, oui?"

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

"C'est vrais but that doesn't make it enjoyable," she murmured. If they'd been home she could get some aloe or lotion to make the healing faster... but they weren't.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go to the Infirmary and get something put on it?" she asked, the frown still refusing to leave her face.

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada's own smile refused to waver and she tugged her sleeve back over the burn. Out of sight, out of mind. Or, at least, out of immediate concern. She'd still feel it.

"I'm fine France, honestly. It's nothing that you need worry yourself over it."

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

"..." She sighed and smiled fondly. "When did you grow up into a mature petite dame?" she asked tiredly, smoothing Canada's hair.

"And what's this maid business?" She glanced over Canada's clothes and raised a brow.

"Where is the maid dress?"

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

She sank back against the couch, smiling crookedly.

"There is no outfit, thankfully. I can't imagine doing that in a dress. Apparently this place assigned me a job and I'm to clean and dust and do the linens for everyone. It's exhausting."

And just a little bit hazardous for her health.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

"Oho~?" She crossed her legs and began to smile slyly. "Perhaps I should put together a proper uniform for you~?" she teased, a wicked glint enterign her eyes.

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada rolled her eyes and sighed softly.

"While I'm sure the men would enjoy it, I don't think it's very practical. At least not the ones you are surely thinking of."

A

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[Have a very sleepy Holland. He's made a little barricade with his nightstand to keep his bunny in one spot, so the room is a little messy. But he's dead to the world, blankets pulled all the way up.]

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

"Nonsense~" she huffed, waving a hand nonchalantly over her shoulder. "An appropriately short skirt to show off your legs as well as to keep it from getting tangled between your legs when moving about-" she paused and adopted a thoughtful pose, touching a finger to her lips. "Though shorts could work as well- Oh, bloomers!"
She let out a ridiculously girly squeal at this and clapped her hands excitedly. "It would be so adorable!"

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[Molly sits on her bed in their room and just watches]

Why ya cleanin'?

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

[Canada eyed the room, stripping the other beds first and tilting her head at Holland. Okay right. How to go about this...Maybe she could just skip him.

She ends up cleaning up his entire area, hoping if she stalls long enough he'll wake up. No such luck and she carefully nudges his bed]

Netherlands? I need to get the sheets. Netherlands? [Shakes his shoulder a little]

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

I have a job and I am slightly disinclined to find out the punishment for not doing my job.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Don't clean! They took us then can clean up! We should make more of a mess!

[to demonstrate her point, she throws her pillow on the ground]

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada felt her cheeks begin to burn at the idea and France just seemed to get more and more into it as time went on. She shook her head and glanced away.

"I don't want to show off those things to the world."

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Ah no! I'd have to pick that up.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Nooo you're supposed to make them do it!!

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

"But it is such a shame- no, injustice to hide such fine legs~!" she all but sang, gesturing at Canada's covered limbs in questions. "And as for the top, you should really be demonstrating what beautiful montagnes you have!"

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Canada shook her head hard. The couch should just swallow her up or something. Please. As the talk turned the chest in question, she immediately crossed her arms over it.

"I am sure these things were quite visible in that suit. I am not trying to catch attention here, I'm trying to go home."