sailing, sailing…
Who: eroslegy and vanoranje
Where: The docks.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Hungary gets seasick. Netherlands has found out. And being the polite gentleman that he is, he's in no way about to trick her into getting on a boat with him. Of course not.
the log:
Truthfully, Hungary was feeling kind of… weird today. She couldn't place it exactly: she was on edge, but not irritable. Anxious and uncertain. She'd promised to meet Hollandia for a walk, and while that shouldn't have been a big deal, she was nervous about it. What if they froze to death? What if monsters found them? What if he didn't show up? What if she slipped on the ice and broke a leg? What if she was late and he was angry?
Normally things like this didn't concern her in the least. But today these worries felt as natural as could be. She carefully bundled up before leaving home, trying to be early to prevent her from being late. On the walk over she remembered he'd said something about them doing something besides just walking, and the anxiety welled up again. What if it was something bad, or unpleasant? What if it lead to them both dying?
Normally she'd never have worries like these, either. But today it seemed like worrying was all she could do.
Still, she arrived at their agreed upon meeting place on time, looking for him when she did.
Where: The docks.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Hungary gets seasick. Netherlands has found out. And being the polite gentleman that he is, he's in no way about to trick her into getting on a boat with him. Of course not.
the log:
Truthfully, Hungary was feeling kind of… weird today. She couldn't place it exactly: she was on edge, but not irritable. Anxious and uncertain. She'd promised to meet Hollandia for a walk, and while that shouldn't have been a big deal, she was nervous about it. What if they froze to death? What if monsters found them? What if he didn't show up? What if she slipped on the ice and broke a leg? What if she was late and he was angry?
Normally things like this didn't concern her in the least. But today these worries felt as natural as could be. She carefully bundled up before leaving home, trying to be early to prevent her from being late. On the walk over she remembered he'd said something about them doing something besides just walking, and the anxiety welled up again. What if it was something bad, or unpleasant? What if it lead to them both dying?
Normally she'd never have worries like these, either. But today it seemed like worrying was all she could do.
Still, she arrived at their agreed upon meeting place on time, looking for him when she did.