[Fic and Art Fill] Halloween Came Early
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hetaliasunshineTitle: Halloween Came Early
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insomniel
Recipient:digiphantom
Characters: America, Canada, and special guest
Rating: PG
Summary: America at an airport, going through security. Mayhem ensues. I hope this brought a smile to your face! (Perhaps a terrified smile, but one nonetheless...)
America knew there was a reason for all this. It was for his sake, they had told him, to protect him from being hurt again, and he only had to close his eyes for a second to remember blazing white skies, screams, choking dust, and the pain in his heart would return.
His world had changed since then, even if it did not quite change for the best. Sure, America learned his lesson, but he did not like feeling suspicious, it was so unheroic, and he really hated second-guessing everyone’s words and gestures, trying to see if they would pose a threat to freedom, justice, and apple pie (which as it turned out, was not really American, but like he was going to admit that.)
It was the 50s all over again, with only the first two syllables changed.
But these thoughts were purely academic and not quite as acute, as present, as the coldness of the tile seeping through cotton socks as he waited his turn to pass inspection. America had done this many times before, since it was necessary for him to fly to attend world meetings and perform his duties as a nation, but he always forgot some important detail at the last minute. And in the United States, the law brooked no argument, not even from its All-American representative. Recalling the last time he accidentally left a pocket knife in his duffel bag, well, that was enough to make him a tiny bit nervous.
License and boarding pass in hand, check. Blades, flammables and other dangerous items left at home, check. Liquids and gels (hair gel, toothpaste, shampoo) in a 1-quart clear plastic zip-top baggie in his carry-on luggage, check. None of the above liquids and gels in a container larger than three ounces, check. Only two carry-ons, jacket and regulation size suitcase, check.
America almost forgot about the food, but remembered just in time to wolf down his cheeseburger before lining up with the other passengers. Let’s see, he already took off his sneakers and belt and emptied his pockets of his wallet, cell phone and loose change. Even his laptop was properly taken out and put into a separate bin. Nothing could go wrong, right?
Taking a deep breath, America handed the harassed-looking security officer his identification and boarding pass, giving her his best casual, non-terrorist smile, and then stepped through the metal detector. Nothing beeped. Awesome. Off to the side, plastic bins were being rolled through the x-ray sensor. Looking good, looking good.
He’ll just grab his shoes here, and wait… Wait. The line of moving bins had stopped and the security personnel were now discussing something suspicious that showed up on their screen. America could not help but notice that his suitcase had not come out of the machine yet, and he glanced over at the officers, worried.
“Sir, could you step over here for a second?”
They were clearly referring to him, as the small Asian family that had gone through the other detector at the same time was already heading towards their gate. Crap.
“Sure. Is there something wrong?” he asked carefully as he jammed his foot into the sneaker and followed the officer to the inspection station.
The two officers looked at each other with raised eyebrows, and America’s sense of foreboding grew even stronger. “Not really, but to be safe, we’ll need to go over the contents of your suitcase with you.”
“Uhh… okay,” America answered as he frantically tried to think of what he could have possibly neglected.
They opened his suitcase and pulled out the baggie, setting it aside, and it seemed that was not the problem. After a few minutes of going through his suits and dress shirts and jeans and star-spangled boxers, one of the officers scratched his head, looking befuddled.
“I was quite sure I saw something… jelly-like outside of the baggie.”
“But that’s impossible, I even double-checked to make sure.”
“Sir, did you leave your baggage unattended at any point since you packed it?” the other officer asked sternly.
“No. I had my stuff with me the entire time, I promise! And I live alone. Well, except for the whale, and he doesn’t have hands to hold things and open up bags.” And Tony, the only other creature with opposable thumbs in the household, had gone back to his home planet for the weekend.
The security officers gave America an odd look, but they had no further reason to detain him.
“Sorry about that, young fella, I guess I must have seen a motion blur as the suitcase went through.”
“No problem, you were just doing your job.”
“Well, you’re free to go,” the officer said as they stuffed his belongings back into the suitcase and zipped it up and handed it to him. “Have a safe trip now.”
“And you have an awesome day!” America replied cheerfully in relief. He knelt down to tie his shoelaces, humming happily to himself now that he had gone through the scariest part of the airport, already thinking about the next greasy hamburger he was going to buy at the airport’s McD*nald’s.
In the dusty darkness under the inspection table, a pair of very familiar blue eyes stared back at him from behind a tiny pair of very familiar glasses.
“Meep?” the thing meeped.
“Holyfuckingshit.”
Looking around to see if anyone had noticed it as well, America reached forward to grab the blob, only to have it meep once more and bounce out of range. With one final, almost taunting meep, the blob squeezed into a small hole between the floor and the wall. America gasped in horror and tried to lunge for it before it escaped forever, but he was too slow.
Well, there was nothing else he could do for now, he had a flight to catch. Praying silently for forgiveness from any higher being who would listen, America got to his feet, grabbed his bags and dashed off.
The glorious nation of America encountered no further mishaps until he met up with the slightly less glorious nation of Canada in Toronto to get on their connecting flight to London. They had been standing in line, ready to board the plane, when America noticed something move out of the corner of his eye.
There, in the hood of Canada’s red sweatshirt, was the blob, staring back at him with that cute yet creepy smile.
It meeped at him merrily and everything became a blur as America screamed and grabbed at Canada’s hoodie with his free hand, which made Canada scream, and the little girl ahead of them screamed, too, and then the airline staff rushed over to see what the problem was. By the time America calmed down enough to let go of his stranglehold on Canada, there was no sign of the little blob anywhere.
America shuddered deeply, trying his heroic best to not sob in mute terror as he followed a fuming Canada onto the plane.
Halloween sure came early this year.
[the end... for now.]
Author/Artist:
insomnielRecipient:
digiphantomCharacters: America, Canada, and special guest
Rating: PG
Summary: America at an airport, going through security. Mayhem ensues. I hope this brought a smile to your face! (Perhaps a terrified smile, but one nonetheless...)
America knew there was a reason for all this. It was for his sake, they had told him, to protect him from being hurt again, and he only had to close his eyes for a second to remember blazing white skies, screams, choking dust, and the pain in his heart would return.
His world had changed since then, even if it did not quite change for the best. Sure, America learned his lesson, but he did not like feeling suspicious, it was so unheroic, and he really hated second-guessing everyone’s words and gestures, trying to see if they would pose a threat to freedom, justice, and apple pie (which as it turned out, was not really American, but like he was going to admit that.)
It was the 50s all over again, with only the first two syllables changed.
But these thoughts were purely academic and not quite as acute, as present, as the coldness of the tile seeping through cotton socks as he waited his turn to pass inspection. America had done this many times before, since it was necessary for him to fly to attend world meetings and perform his duties as a nation, but he always forgot some important detail at the last minute. And in the United States, the law brooked no argument, not even from its All-American representative. Recalling the last time he accidentally left a pocket knife in his duffel bag, well, that was enough to make him a tiny bit nervous.
License and boarding pass in hand, check. Blades, flammables and other dangerous items left at home, check. Liquids and gels (hair gel, toothpaste, shampoo) in a 1-quart clear plastic zip-top baggie in his carry-on luggage, check. None of the above liquids and gels in a container larger than three ounces, check. Only two carry-ons, jacket and regulation size suitcase, check.
America almost forgot about the food, but remembered just in time to wolf down his cheeseburger before lining up with the other passengers. Let’s see, he already took off his sneakers and belt and emptied his pockets of his wallet, cell phone and loose change. Even his laptop was properly taken out and put into a separate bin. Nothing could go wrong, right?
Taking a deep breath, America handed the harassed-looking security officer his identification and boarding pass, giving her his best casual, non-terrorist smile, and then stepped through the metal detector. Nothing beeped. Awesome. Off to the side, plastic bins were being rolled through the x-ray sensor. Looking good, looking good.
He’ll just grab his shoes here, and wait… Wait. The line of moving bins had stopped and the security personnel were now discussing something suspicious that showed up on their screen. America could not help but notice that his suitcase had not come out of the machine yet, and he glanced over at the officers, worried.
“Sir, could you step over here for a second?”
They were clearly referring to him, as the small Asian family that had gone through the other detector at the same time was already heading towards their gate. Crap.
“Sure. Is there something wrong?” he asked carefully as he jammed his foot into the sneaker and followed the officer to the inspection station.
The two officers looked at each other with raised eyebrows, and America’s sense of foreboding grew even stronger. “Not really, but to be safe, we’ll need to go over the contents of your suitcase with you.”
“Uhh… okay,” America answered as he frantically tried to think of what he could have possibly neglected.
They opened his suitcase and pulled out the baggie, setting it aside, and it seemed that was not the problem. After a few minutes of going through his suits and dress shirts and jeans and star-spangled boxers, one of the officers scratched his head, looking befuddled.
“I was quite sure I saw something… jelly-like outside of the baggie.”
“But that’s impossible, I even double-checked to make sure.”
“Sir, did you leave your baggage unattended at any point since you packed it?” the other officer asked sternly.
“No. I had my stuff with me the entire time, I promise! And I live alone. Well, except for the whale, and he doesn’t have hands to hold things and open up bags.” And Tony, the only other creature with opposable thumbs in the household, had gone back to his home planet for the weekend.
The security officers gave America an odd look, but they had no further reason to detain him.
“Sorry about that, young fella, I guess I must have seen a motion blur as the suitcase went through.”
“No problem, you were just doing your job.”
“Well, you’re free to go,” the officer said as they stuffed his belongings back into the suitcase and zipped it up and handed it to him. “Have a safe trip now.”
“And you have an awesome day!” America replied cheerfully in relief. He knelt down to tie his shoelaces, humming happily to himself now that he had gone through the scariest part of the airport, already thinking about the next greasy hamburger he was going to buy at the airport’s McD*nald’s.
In the dusty darkness under the inspection table, a pair of very familiar blue eyes stared back at him from behind a tiny pair of very familiar glasses.
“Meep?” the thing meeped.
“Holyfuckingshit.”
Looking around to see if anyone had noticed it as well, America reached forward to grab the blob, only to have it meep once more and bounce out of range. With one final, almost taunting meep, the blob squeezed into a small hole between the floor and the wall. America gasped in horror and tried to lunge for it before it escaped forever, but he was too slow.
Well, there was nothing else he could do for now, he had a flight to catch. Praying silently for forgiveness from any higher being who would listen, America got to his feet, grabbed his bags and dashed off.
The glorious nation of America encountered no further mishaps until he met up with the slightly less glorious nation of Canada in Toronto to get on their connecting flight to London. They had been standing in line, ready to board the plane, when America noticed something move out of the corner of his eye.
There, in the hood of Canada’s red sweatshirt, was the blob, staring back at him with that cute yet creepy smile.
It meeped at him merrily and everything became a blur as America screamed and grabbed at Canada’s hoodie with his free hand, which made Canada scream, and the little girl ahead of them screamed, too, and then the airline staff rushed over to see what the problem was. By the time America calmed down enough to let go of his stranglehold on Canada, there was no sign of the little blob anywhere.
America shuddered deeply, trying his heroic best to not sob in mute terror as he followed a fuming Canada onto the plane.
Halloween sure came early this year.
[the end... for now.]
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Date: 2009-10-17 03:17 pm (UTC)This...was pretty epic. Not going to lie.
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Date: 2009-10-17 04:22 pm (UTC)(poor Canada!)
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Date: 2009-10-19 09:56 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-10-19 04:55 pm (UTC)...Nevermind me, I'm just starting to like that creepy blob a little too much. On another note, I like the way you write ^^
...I am feeling the urge to make more mochis.... I blame you entirely.
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Date: 2009-10-19 09:57 pm (UTC)Wait, don't make more mochis! (Just kidding, I like them, but they also look creepy.)