Dozing [Open]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Characters: America and anyone.
Setting: Floor Four and Kitchen.
Format: Either.
Summary: Even heroes have to sleep!!!
Warnings: -


★ 1 - FLOOR FOUR

She hasn't slept in her room for a couple of nights - the sofas on the lounge level are infinitely more comfortable and it's not nearly as stuffy as that ugly little room. She's been getting more and more tired, mistakenly chalking it down to the fact she hasn't had soda for a few days.

Either way she's lying on a sofa, head lolling off the edge of it, possibly snoring just a little bit.


★ 2 - KITCHEN

Her shift in the kitchen was supposed to start half an hour ago. But she stayed up all night making plans to get out of this place playing her gameboy and so when she sits down and rests her head on her crossed arms she can't help but doze off...

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Kitchen

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[Francis had boycotted food plenty long enough, tired of the mediocre cooking he'd forced down his throat merely to quench some mighty hunger pains; which was why he'd made his way down in an attempt to convince someone to let him cook his OWN food, thank you very much. A blonde bob of hair out of the corner of his eye proves to be a bit distracting.]

Tch. Youth. [In need of answers... and a proper body to prod to release some pent up tension, he strolled (rather purposefully mind you) over, letting his hand rest with a loud smack against the table; lips turned down in a tiny frown]

Re: Kitchen

[misstates.livejournal.com]

[Anyone else might jump at the noise, with some sort of attempt at self preservation. But America just stares up blearily at the figure.]

... five more minutes.

[And then promptly closes her eyes again.]

Re: Kitchen

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[Raises a slow brow at her display of apathy; resting against the table edge to loom over her for a moment]

Your time is up, little one. [He supposed the pet name could have been taken nicely, though he sounded a little strained; hunger and general annoyance of his surroundings chipping away at his usual cheer.]

Kitchen

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Romano had just so happened to be working in the kitchen as well today. He wasn't planning to make a habit of it, but he'd come in the required times a week, just because there was nothing better to do.

He'd seen this girl around, but he hadn't really spoken to her more than a passing 'ciao'. Today was the day he'd talk to her.

Lightly, he tapped her shoulder, "Maybe you should go back to your room, who knows what those creeps will do if they see you sleeping on the job, signorina." By 'creeps' he meant the creepy NPCs wandering around, of course.

Re: Kitchen

[misstates.livejournal.com]

She woke up enough to comprehend what Romano was saying, but not enough to bother lifting her head from the table. "Ah," she mumbled, rubbing at her eyes. "Like anyone could do anything to me," she scoffed and then stated on a particularly loud yawn: "'m a hero."

Re: Kitchen

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Romano tilted his head, juggling her words back and forth in his mind, trying to determine why they seemed to strike something.

Ah, wait! He only knew one person (or nation) that would refer to themselves as a 'hero'. He sat in front of her, abandoning his own job for now. Finding out if he was right about this hunch was more important.

"Hey, you wouldn't be America, would you?" Finding the versions of nations from the other world was becoming more and more a game to him.

First Floor

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[Molly is walking around when she sees Amelia (who she can't think of as America just yet) sleeping on one of the couches.]

[She pauses and stares at the older girl before walking towards the couch and sitting on the floor right by her head.]

[If Amelia were to wake up any time soon, she'd find Molly staaaaring at her]

Re: First Floor

[misstates.livejournal.com]

[She cracks an eye open.]

Hey, 's you. [Mumble mumble.]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[Molly grins at her]

Yeah it's me!

Kitchen

[fifty]

[He's just here looking for food. But he's going to poke her now.]

Hey, isn't there anything else in here? It's all the same.

[misstates.livejournal.com]

[She mumbles out a string of mostly unintelligible words, waving her hand in the person's general direction. She doesn't look up.]

No. And don't bother trying to put M&Ms in the oatmeal...

[fifty]

I don't even have M&Ms. This sucks.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

France had found her way into the kitchen in hopes of finding something to make the gruel they'd served vaguely edible.

Instead she found America taking a nap of all things. "Amelia?" she called, moving closer to prode at the girl's shoulder. "What are you doing here chérie?"

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Maybe if she pretended to not wake up everyone would leave her alone.

No answer, but it was fairly clear that she wasn't asleep, given the fairly... fake snoring sounds she was trying to use.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

France raised a brow. She'd been there with England as the child grew up, so she wasn't fooled for a second.

Instead, she reached out and pinched Amelia's ear.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo was up on the fourth floor again, over the last few days he had gotten steadily used to his situation and though he was still very sad that his world had ended, and that his friends were gone he was beginning to be able to see the positives.

He found the fourth floor strange, he had never been in a place with this many windows before, and since the tower didn't seem to have chimneys this was the closest to the roof he could get. He skipped over to one of the windows and peared out into the fog, wondering what was out there.

He had been there a few moments when he noticed the sleeping person, creaping quietly so not to disturb them he made his way to the far window. Piccolo however had no such ideas and scurried from Romeo's shoulder onto the couch to sniff at the sleeping woman's shoes.

"Bad Piccolo!" Romeo hurried over and tried to catch the weasel, who evaded him."

[misstates.livejournal.com]

"Goawaaay," she mumbled drowsily when she felt the light touch against her feet. She kicked out gently and rolled onto her side.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo stepped away from the woman, "I'm sorry!" He said, but Piccolo was now happily curling up on the womans side, "Piccolo, come on!"

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[His bunny needed more food and water. Holland had gotten into the habit of carrying Poffertje with him when the rabbit needed to be fed, so he's got his furry friend tucked into the crook of his arm, petting him gently.

From behind, the girl looked like the female Canada he'd met earlier in the week. So he gives her a pat on the shoulder.]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Mnfgggh? [One of America's more attractive moments, clearly. She opens her eyes and looks at the blurry figure.]

... Do I know you or something?

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

I-

Sorry, you look like somebody I met earlier.

[She looked like Canada, but different somehow.]

4th floor

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Sleeping, something very human that Castiel still has yet to grasp the concept of. And something that the beings called nations also partake in, which made the angel even more curious.

Though, he doesn't disturb the sleeping girl. Just... merely watching her from a distance.

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Hopefully he isn't expecting her to wake up, because America would sleep through a bomb detonating in the next room.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

_{[This place confused him, worried him, and when put in such a state vodka was always nice. Then again vodka was always nice.]} Ah.... Excuse me? _{[he paused seeing the sleeping girl, tapping her on the shoulder]} Hello?

[misstates.livejournal.com]

[She cracks one eye open.]

Yeah? What? [Always the most polite.]