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]

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]

[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

[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

[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.]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Says who? [A sleepy pout in France's direction.]

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

Moi. [Although he did admit she was a cute one, all sleepy-eyed and pouting] Do you work in the kitchens?

[misstates.livejournal.com]

And who's moi? I don't take orders from just any Frenchies. [Getting a bit huffy now.] Yeah, I do. Can I go back to sleep now?

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.

[misstates.livejournal.com]

She narrowed her eyes for just a second, finally tilting her head to look at Romano. "Yeah." That hair, and what had he called her? Signoria? "... Romana?" She hadn't encountered any of the other versions of the nations, but Canada had told her...

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

What-[brief pause; nose scrunch in distaste at the term]-Frenchies as you say, do you take orders from then? Non. I need to find out if I can cook for myself. I'm famished and nobody in this place understands seasoning.

[misstates.livejournal.com]

[A long pause.]

My mistake! I don't take orders from any Frenchies. Whoops.

[She's only a bit grumpy. But this man may be of some use to her!] ... you can cook?

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

"Romano." He corrected. "Still Southern Italy."

He had to admit, this version of America was easier on the eyes. But was she less annoying than her male counterpart? "Are you always this sleepy?"

[misstates.livejournal.com]

"I dunno, you always ask such stupid questions?" Answer: Probably not.

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Oh, that was easy to find out and makes him frown. "Wha-- damn it there was nothing stupid about my question!" Fuck concern!

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[Oh the scathing looks this man can produce - politely directed at her no less.]

I'm the only "Frenchy" that matters here. Of course I can cook! [A bit offended. She seemed familiar. BT]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

[And yet the 'look' flies straight over her head.]

Unless you invented French fries I'm sure you're not that important. [America is still too sleepy to really attempt to put two and two together where this man's identity is concerned.]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

"If you think that you're as stupid as your questions." She's being a little ridiculous, yes, but she wants to sleep and there are too many Italians in this stupid tower...

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

Non. I am not responsible for pomme frites, you silly child.

[Where did this strong urge to smack her upside the head come from? It's so...strangely familiar. And yet so far. On a reach though:] You're clearly American. Certainly rude enough!

[misstates.livejournal.com]

America, thankyou very much! [Huff.] Are you done with annoying me? I'm really tired...

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[Blink; gets a good look at her chest... then her face. Hm.]

France.

Clearly you're confused with your clearly lacking sleep... I can cook. If you will just give me the 'okay'. [Is annoyed and mildly confused. America didn't have breasts, he was SURE of it...]

1/3

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Stop staring at my -

2/3

[misstates.livejournal.com]

France???

[France is a lady, but if there's a male version of America out there then....]

3/3

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Well I guess that explains why you were staring. Pervert.

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Americans.

"Well you're stupid for thinking my question was stupid!" First girl in the tower he's called stupid, and he has to work with her.