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The sun seemed so unbearably hot today, though near the beach the weather seemed just a bit cooler and so today was perfect. The sand burns the soles of your feet if you forgot to wear flip flops and the waters nearly freeze your bits off. it was just perfect! So a group of nations had decided to use their day off for a little relaxation at the beach. England was under an umbrella reading some book that America (and probably just about anyone) would certainly find boring. France right beside him was laying on a beach towel, wearing a wide-brim sun hat, changing his position from laying on his back to his belly for a proper tan. England looked over to him and pushed his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
“Isn’t that bad for your skin, frog?” England sneered, placing his book in his lap.
“Que veux-tu?”
France arrested his hat up a little so he could see who was talking to him. Not bothering to turn his head to look at England but only looking up at him.
“Getting a suntan I mean. You don’t want to get cancer do you?”
“Since when did you worry about my health, England?”
England clenched his fists. His face felt warm, but not from the summer heat.
“I’m not worried about you, I’m just saying what’s true is all!” England turned his face away from France and back to his book.
France chuckled “Sure you are.”
While England and France were busy exchanging glares filled with sexual tension, Canada and America were tossing around an inflatable beach ball. America didn’t seem to understand the concept of simply passing the oversized ball to his brother, instead opting to spike it directly at the Canadian’s face. Despite the ball being of a light material, to Canada, it still very much hurt every time he’d get socked in the face. For about the sixteenth time now, America very aggressively “passes” the ball back to Canada. This time however, Canada’s glasses flung off his face and landed on hard sand. Safe to say, Canada definitely failed to catch the ball this time. Like every other time, he landed on his ass and took about a quarter of a minute to compose himself. He rubbed his face in an attempt to soothe his pain. His face red from the hot sun, but mostly from repeatedly taking a beating from America’s aggressive ball-throwing. Canada then realized his vision was extremely blurry and quickly processed the fact that he did not have his glasses on. Canada helplessly patted the sand around him for his glasses. He could hear America laughing at him.
Boy, is he lucky I can’t see right now. I’d beat him into the ground in front of everyone and have him spitting out sand!! I’d do it I swear I’d-
Before Canada could continue his inner rant, his hand finally landed on his glasses. While fumbling a little, he managed to put them back on his face. He stood up, wiping the sand off his swimming trunks. He looked at America with an enraged (as enraged as the unintimidating Canada can be) expression.
“Don’t do that so hard!” Canada yelled, though it came out as more of a squeak “You nearly broke my glasses!”
“Sorry bro, I’ve been going easy on you tho. Haha!”
America has always been quite competitive, that’s simply his nature. Of course that doesn’t make it any less annoying, as his over self-indulgence and recklessness often results in others around him getting hurt. This instance merely being one of many countless times that he’s mentally, emotionally, and (especially) physically exhausted a person.
On the other side of the beach, the nordics appear to be having their fun as well. Denmark is making a sandcastle with Norway. They’ve had to restart the castle at least 5 times now since the tide would come in and destroy it. Sweden was sitting up on a beach towel, watching Norway and Denmark play with the sand and inevitably have their creations destroyed by the water. Finland was behind him, rubbing sunscreen on his pale back. Finland scooted closer to him, and turned to look at Sweden's blank expression.
“They should move in closer shouldn’t they?” Finland giggled “They’re so close to shore, that’s why their castles won’t stay.”
Sweden brought his attention to Finland. His poker face became more of a genuine closed mouth smile. His eyes half lidded as he looked lovingly at his partner. He looked back at the sea and nodded.
Iceland appeared to be nowhere to be found, but nope, he was there alright. Father away from the other nordics, he sat in a beach chair looking bored as ever. Though he wasn’t really bored, just concentrated on the sound of the waves. His eyes looked droopy (well, droopier than usual) and he gave a little yawn. Just give him a few minutes and he’ll be out like a light.
Back to the other side of the beach, there was still quite a bit of action. Italy was swimming back and forth and running around in the water. He looked as excited as a child, splashing at nothing, yelling whenever the waves got a bit higher, and he’d jokingly call for Germany to “save him”.