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Characters: welljustwatchme and beerjugs | Canada and runawayalot at a different time in the same log for ease.
Date: November 9th.
Summary: Skating!
Warnings: N/A.

One could only stay cooped up in a spaceship cooking things for her sister for so long. There was also a limit to how much practising of one's harp one could do before it got boring. Thus, running out of things to do, Canada had gotten in touch with Prussia, inviting her out for an afternoon of skating. It seemed like the nice thing to do with someone she considered, at least contemporary times, a good friend.

This was why she could be found waiting at the front doors for her friend to arrive, fiddling with one pigtail as she peered around, hoping Prussia wouldn't be late, or get lost, or any of a thousand other things that could go wrong once Canada said, "hey, let's do something."

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[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Now, how would one go about racing on ice, again? She shifted closer to what would make a good starting point, "I'm not one for sweets," although the idea of a new scarf to keep her warm (and perhaps designed with cute little birds, too) didn't seem bad at all.

"Of course, in the unlikely event that I lose I should be owing you something."

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It would be the cutest scarf, likely with matching mittens, that Prussia ever laid her eyes on. If she won, of course. Canada skated over to stop on a line near Prussia, grinning. It would be easy enough to name a winner after one clean, fast lap around the rink.

"If you lose, I teach you how to play hockey." In Canada's mind, that would be a win for both of them, and absolutely ideal.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

"More ways to hit people with a stick. Got it." Bending her legs slightly at the knees, waiting for the agreed on sign before skidding forward, trying to gain momentum in order to go faster.

She had her lower body strength--years of horse riding and running, going for her, but nothing of Canada's experience.

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On the mark, Canada started, initially at the same pace as Prussia, but when the other nation pushed, the younger one didn't, moving fast but not as fast as she could. When they were back again, she slowed, laughing as she caught her breath, a good metre behind her opponent.

"Damn, Prussia," she said, amused. "Way to beat a girl at her own game."

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

The tingling in her thighs couldn't be good news. She really was out of shape in the Gardens, and as distressing as that was, Prussia was still elated at having won.

"It's not like there was any other option." She huffed, balancing precariously before stretching her sore back, "not that this is my best, of course."

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"Oh, of course. I didn't think it was."

There was a good chance Prussia could pick up on the playful pandering Canada was doing just then, but it could never be in anything but good nature coming from her, particularly to someone she considered a friend. "I bet you'll beat me good if I give you time to practice."

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

As much as her aching muscles begged her to sit down, the hard layer of ice didn't look particularly inviting. Instead, she alternated her weight, swaying softly.

"You're patronizing me again, but I guess I can live with that for today. Not that I did this for any of the things you promised me. I was just proving a point, of course."

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Dipping her head sheepishly at being called out, Canada chuckled, skating away backward to make a lazy trip around the centre circle.

"You were very fast, though," she insisted, glancing over at Prussia. "Faster than I expected. You've earned your future scarf."

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

"I went too fast and tired myself out just as fast," Prussia shook her head. It wasn't as if she was a horse, really.

And on that note, she really did miss the beast.

Once the aching in her legs ceased somewhat by virtue of her not human nature, she skated lazily to where Canada was circling, stuffing her hands in her pockets against the cold.

"I took Germany skating once. It feels like a lifetime ago."

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Canada purposely passed up the opportunity to comment on the idea of too fast, or how Prussia obviously had pushed herself in their race. It would have just been mean spirited, and while Canada never really considered herself athletic, as soon as she had skates on, it was virtually limitless just how far she would push herself.

"Oh?" Perking up a little at the Germany comment, Canada switched the direction of her circle, to pass near by Prussia. "Was she any good?"