[Fic Fill] Chasing the Sky
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hetaliasunshineTITLE: Chasing the Sky
AUTHOR: B. (anonymous participant)
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abarero
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: England, America
NOTES: Headers not provided by filler; please comment with errors/additional info and Miaou will fix it.
America had many talents.
As much as certain people didn't like to admit it, the young nation knew how to make a movie. His action movies were always over the top and his romances were overly cliché, but they still proved to be entertaining. The musicals he produced were top notch, too. The songs were catchy and the stories were intriguing. He also happened to be very smart when it involved things relevant to his interests like math and sciences.
He was also very persuasive. This was considered, by many, his most dangerous talent. He could tell you to jump off a cliff, and despite knowing how terrible of an idea it was, one look into those pleading blue eyes and you would suddenly find yourself reconsidering.
That very talent was how England found himself in an old, rickety, brown pick up truck doing what he considered the equivalent to jumping off a cliff; chasing tornadoes.
England's head was tilted sideways, resting against the truck's window when they hit a particularly large bump in the old road (could something this bumpy truly be considered a road?) that caused England's head to bounce up and fall back down onto the window with a thump.
“Bloody hell...” England muttered, sitting up while rubbing the side of his head.
“You okay?” America asked, quickly glancing at England before returning his gaze towards the road before him to continue his previous task of scanning the horizon.
“I-I'm fine.” England straightened himself out and turned his head, scowling at America. “Watch where you're going, though, git.”
“Sorry, I can't-” They hit another large bump that violently shook the whole truck and it's passengers. “- really avoid these. This road needs some serious work.”
“Perhaps you should speak with your citizens about it.” England had fallen asleep for a good portion of the trip, and was just now beginning to take his surroundings in. “Where are we?”
America adjusted his glasses and smiled. “The Texas panhandle! It has the most reported tornadoes of all of Tornado Alley! If we have no luck here, we can keep going into Oklahoma and Kansas. They have a lot of tornadoes, too! There should be something around here, though, if my radar was right..."
“Honestly,” England began when they passed a small home, “why would anyone choose to live in a place people called 'tornado alley?' This lot out here certainly must be mad.”
"Oh, come on, England! You like living in that dreary country of yours- why can't these people like living here?"
"Do you truly wish to compare my weather to this?" The Briton crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. "Honestly, I wonder why you insist on insulting my weather when you have these deadly storms all over your country."
"They can form in your country, too, you know."
England shook his head. "Yes, but I believe you are the only one with a 'tornado alley.'"
America just laughed. "Tornadoes or not, my weather is waaaaaay better than yours."
Not in the mood to fight a losing battle, England just crossed his arms over his chest and stared out the passenger side window. They rode in silence until America reached out his hand and placed it gently on England's thigh.
"You know what makes tornado alley so unique?" He asked, giving him a light squeeze.
"Not particularly," England's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, "and keep both of your hands on the steering wheel while you drive."
America smiled and gave him one last squeeze before returning his hand to the wheel. "Tornadoes can happen in a lot of places, but the majority of the world's tornadoes happen in this one area of the US. There is a lot of cold, dry air drifting into this area from the north and it mixes with the warm, moist air that travels in from the Gulf area, and the warm, dry air from the Sonoran Desert."
England glanced towards America, and couldn't keep from smiling when he saw the goofy smile on his face. America was so cute when he was being intelligent. (Okay, he was always cute, but England wasn't about to admit that.)
"Is that so?"
America nodded. "It mixes with the atmospheric instability and produces strong thunderstorms and-" He paused, his eyes going wide, and stopped the truck. "England!" He pointed his finger towards the front windshield. "Over there!"
Following America's finger, England looked out the window and spotted a small funnel cloud in the distance. "Is that really...?"
"Come on!" He threw his door open and jumped out with England reluctantly following suit. They stood together and stared into the distance as the tornado drifted along it's path.
"Are you positive we will be all right out here?"
"Yeah, we're far enough away. If something does go wrong, though," he slipped his arm around England's shoulders and pulled him against his side, "I'll protect you. I am a hero, after all."
Smiling, England shook his head then tilted it, resting it on America's shoulder. "Idiot. I'll hold you to that."
"Our tornado friend is lucky it's so flat out here. There isn't much to disrupt it."
England laughed, "Lucky him." He glanced up at America, his head still resting on his shoulder. "You never finished what you were on about earlier."
"Hmm?" He looked up thoughtfully, then smiled when it hit him. "Oh, right! Yeah, so, all these different winds come together, yeah? They create these thunderstorms called super cell thunderstorms, which are really just giant, rotating storms. The warm air pushes it's self through the stable area above it and into the cool air's personal space which causes all the spinning action."
"Those two types of wind not getting on well with one another is what causes," England motioned towards the funnel cloud, "that?"
"Actually, the low pressure that causes the high wind speed and the speed of the rotation makes the water vapor in the air visible. The tornado itself isn't visible on it's own." He pointed towards the top of the funnel cloud. "You see how it looks like the tornado starts at the base of the clouds and descends to the ground?" He waited for England to nod before continuing, "The vortex actually extends through the clouds all the way to the ground. You know how I told you about the moisture in the air condensing and forming the funnel? Well, depending on where the temperature is warming depends on whether the tornado appears to be descending or ascending. If the temperature is higher at the bottom, it looks like it's descending. If it's warmer at the top, it looks like it's ascending."
England wrapped his arms around America's waist, and hugged him. "Really? I suppose I can learn something new, even from you."
America rolled his eyes. "Haha, very funny." He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the top of England's head. "Admit it, it's pretty awesome."
"I... suppose it has some degree of interest to it."
"Once again proving that my weather is more awesome than yours! Even my bad weather is cooler!"
England turned and buried his face in America's shoulder. "Prat."
"Love you, too, England. But seriously, this wasn't so bad, was it?"
He turned his head to face the storm again that was steadily moving away from them. "It wasn't... as terrible as I expected."
America smiled. "I'm glad. Let's have more adventures like this sometime!"
England nodded and smiled. "All right."
Leave it to America to turn something as dangerous as chasing tornadoes into something so... special. Watching the storm travel into the distance, holding America in his arms... England couldn't think of any place he'd rather be.
Perhaps America's persuasiveness wasn't such a terrible thing after all.
-----
Tornado sources:
Wiki- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tornado
Tornado alley- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tornado_Alley
Not wiki: http://gocolumbiamo.com/EM/Natural_Disasters/Tornadoes/index.php
I hope this even somewhat resembles what you wanted.
AUTHOR: B. (anonymous participant)
RECIPIENT:
abareroCHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: England, America
NOTES: Headers not provided by filler; please comment with errors/additional info and Miaou will fix it.
America had many talents.
As much as certain people didn't like to admit it, the young nation knew how to make a movie. His action movies were always over the top and his romances were overly cliché, but they still proved to be entertaining. The musicals he produced were top notch, too. The songs were catchy and the stories were intriguing. He also happened to be very smart when it involved things relevant to his interests like math and sciences.
He was also very persuasive. This was considered, by many, his most dangerous talent. He could tell you to jump off a cliff, and despite knowing how terrible of an idea it was, one look into those pleading blue eyes and you would suddenly find yourself reconsidering.
That very talent was how England found himself in an old, rickety, brown pick up truck doing what he considered the equivalent to jumping off a cliff; chasing tornadoes.
England's head was tilted sideways, resting against the truck's window when they hit a particularly large bump in the old road (could something this bumpy truly be considered a road?) that caused England's head to bounce up and fall back down onto the window with a thump.
“Bloody hell...” England muttered, sitting up while rubbing the side of his head.
“You okay?” America asked, quickly glancing at England before returning his gaze towards the road before him to continue his previous task of scanning the horizon.
“I-I'm fine.” England straightened himself out and turned his head, scowling at America. “Watch where you're going, though, git.”
“Sorry, I can't-” They hit another large bump that violently shook the whole truck and it's passengers. “- really avoid these. This road needs some serious work.”
“Perhaps you should speak with your citizens about it.” England had fallen asleep for a good portion of the trip, and was just now beginning to take his surroundings in. “Where are we?”
America adjusted his glasses and smiled. “The Texas panhandle! It has the most reported tornadoes of all of Tornado Alley! If we have no luck here, we can keep going into Oklahoma and Kansas. They have a lot of tornadoes, too! There should be something around here, though, if my radar was right..."
“Honestly,” England began when they passed a small home, “why would anyone choose to live in a place people called 'tornado alley?' This lot out here certainly must be mad.”
"Oh, come on, England! You like living in that dreary country of yours- why can't these people like living here?"
"Do you truly wish to compare my weather to this?" The Briton crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. "Honestly, I wonder why you insist on insulting my weather when you have these deadly storms all over your country."
"They can form in your country, too, you know."
England shook his head. "Yes, but I believe you are the only one with a 'tornado alley.'"
America just laughed. "Tornadoes or not, my weather is waaaaaay better than yours."
Not in the mood to fight a losing battle, England just crossed his arms over his chest and stared out the passenger side window. They rode in silence until America reached out his hand and placed it gently on England's thigh.
"You know what makes tornado alley so unique?" He asked, giving him a light squeeze.
"Not particularly," England's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, "and keep both of your hands on the steering wheel while you drive."
America smiled and gave him one last squeeze before returning his hand to the wheel. "Tornadoes can happen in a lot of places, but the majority of the world's tornadoes happen in this one area of the US. There is a lot of cold, dry air drifting into this area from the north and it mixes with the warm, moist air that travels in from the Gulf area, and the warm, dry air from the Sonoran Desert."
England glanced towards America, and couldn't keep from smiling when he saw the goofy smile on his face. America was so cute when he was being intelligent. (Okay, he was always cute, but England wasn't about to admit that.)
"Is that so?"
America nodded. "It mixes with the atmospheric instability and produces strong thunderstorms and-" He paused, his eyes going wide, and stopped the truck. "England!" He pointed his finger towards the front windshield. "Over there!"
Following America's finger, England looked out the window and spotted a small funnel cloud in the distance. "Is that really...?"
"Come on!" He threw his door open and jumped out with England reluctantly following suit. They stood together and stared into the distance as the tornado drifted along it's path.
"Are you positive we will be all right out here?"
"Yeah, we're far enough away. If something does go wrong, though," he slipped his arm around England's shoulders and pulled him against his side, "I'll protect you. I am a hero, after all."
Smiling, England shook his head then tilted it, resting it on America's shoulder. "Idiot. I'll hold you to that."
"Our tornado friend is lucky it's so flat out here. There isn't much to disrupt it."
England laughed, "Lucky him." He glanced up at America, his head still resting on his shoulder. "You never finished what you were on about earlier."
"Hmm?" He looked up thoughtfully, then smiled when it hit him. "Oh, right! Yeah, so, all these different winds come together, yeah? They create these thunderstorms called super cell thunderstorms, which are really just giant, rotating storms. The warm air pushes it's self through the stable area above it and into the cool air's personal space which causes all the spinning action."
"Those two types of wind not getting on well with one another is what causes," England motioned towards the funnel cloud, "that?"
"Actually, the low pressure that causes the high wind speed and the speed of the rotation makes the water vapor in the air visible. The tornado itself isn't visible on it's own." He pointed towards the top of the funnel cloud. "You see how it looks like the tornado starts at the base of the clouds and descends to the ground?" He waited for England to nod before continuing, "The vortex actually extends through the clouds all the way to the ground. You know how I told you about the moisture in the air condensing and forming the funnel? Well, depending on where the temperature is warming depends on whether the tornado appears to be descending or ascending. If the temperature is higher at the bottom, it looks like it's descending. If it's warmer at the top, it looks like it's ascending."
England wrapped his arms around America's waist, and hugged him. "Really? I suppose I can learn something new, even from you."
America rolled his eyes. "Haha, very funny." He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the top of England's head. "Admit it, it's pretty awesome."
"I... suppose it has some degree of interest to it."
"Once again proving that my weather is more awesome than yours! Even my bad weather is cooler!"
England turned and buried his face in America's shoulder. "Prat."
"Love you, too, England. But seriously, this wasn't so bad, was it?"
He turned his head to face the storm again that was steadily moving away from them. "It wasn't... as terrible as I expected."
America smiled. "I'm glad. Let's have more adventures like this sometime!"
England nodded and smiled. "All right."
Leave it to America to turn something as dangerous as chasing tornadoes into something so... special. Watching the storm travel into the distance, holding America in his arms... England couldn't think of any place he'd rather be.
Perhaps America's persuasiveness wasn't such a terrible thing after all.
-----
Tornado sources:
Wiki- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tornado
Tornado alley- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tornado_Alley
Not wiki: http://gocolumbiamo.com/EM/Natural_Disasters/Tornadoes/index.php
I hope this even somewhat resembles what you wanted.
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Date: 2010-09-12 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-12 04:48 pm (UTC)I love this so much- America's persuasiveness, England caving into that, and both of them enjoying it in the end. There's a lot of little touches in this I just absolutely adore- America's talent at musicals along with maths and sciences, England seeing chasing tornadoes as akin to jumping off a cliff, the bumpy road in which it is just not possible to avoid the potholes (trust me, those are all over the Midwest USA, my car has driven through many of them) and that you pointed out tornadoes can form in England too!
Overall, I just am so thankful to see how you portrayed America in this- smart, without sounding like he's just reading out of a textbook. He's very clearly naturally in his element talking about it. And heeee- I love how he calls it "our tornado friend" - that just seems SO America to me, to call a tornado a friend.
As for the ending, it's fluffy and adorable and I love that despite his apprehension about the adventure at first, England warms up to it and enjoys it in the long run. The last three lines are just a perfect way to end this.
SO: THANK YOU AGAIN SO MUCH~ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥