Soon, they had gotten to the apartment, and Antarctica and Greenland was talking so much that it was getting annoying. Even Estonia, who was in the back seat, woke up from the talking. But Sweden seemed relieved that Greenland was enjoying his time, especially since he was mourning. He didn't know why, considering that he usually really sad. That's what Greenland told him (that he was mourning), although he doesn't come out of his room to do anything. so it seems like a good break that Greenland is finally interacting with glee.
"We're here now," Finland reminded, "and hurry up, that rain's picking up, I ain't getting soaked again!" With this, all the countries practically jumped out of the car and ran to the entrance of the apartment, crowding themselves in the elevator. For the first time in 24 minutes, Greenland and Antarctica stopped talking to each other, which everyone else was happy with, since they had been talking non-stop. The button was pressed, and the nations of the North were rising to the third floor. The time was 19:29 (7:29 PM), way too early for all the countries except Estonia to get rest. The next day wouldn't even be a special day for any of them. So why get sleep if important events aren't for another two-three weeks?
"Movie, anyone?" Finland suggested. Silence.
"I'm down." Antarctica accepts. Soon it's a domino effect, with everyone inside the elevator agreeing to the optional terms imposed on them. There was nobody else in the elevator, allowing them to talk like this without exasperated repercussion. However, only Greenland declined, saying that he just wants to sleep. Everyone was fine with that.
29.45 seconds later, the elevator doors open, signalling their arrival to the third floor. Sweden had the key, so they all let him go first so he could do what has to be done. The door was unlocked and unlatched. All of them were piled inside. The loud yet soothing tapping of the rain pattered on the windows, one drop at a time. It was dark but easy to navigate, so no trouble happened getting in. Lights were flicked online, the shuffling of storing coats on the rack heard. Everything situated, all but Greenland and Norway sat themselves on the furniture facing the Sony Open House 2005, Greenland going to his room and Norway preparing the popcorn in the microwave (yes they weren't able to go grocery shopping; they had this as one of the non-freezable food items with them on their trip to the apartment complex).
And continuously, Greenland was on Antarctica's mind. Who was he as a person? She thought, Was he usually cold to his peers, or am I different to him? Do I already like this person? Despite being able to control her thoughts, she seemed to ridicule herself with the last question. I can't already like this guy. I've known him for less than 6 hours. I feel so stupid for this. Unaware of his thoughts of her, she continued to think.
"How about that new horror movie now on demand?" she heard Iceland say, "'Shronic's It?'" Everybody's face but Antarctica's and Norway's, being in another room, filled with shock at that instant request.
"'Shronic's It?'" Estonia pretended to complain, "That really scary movie about a Shrek and Sonic hybrid fighting Pennywise, that somehow did very well and was critically acclaimed, and the main reason for Keanu Reeves', the actor who played Shronic, Oscar nomination?"
"As deep and analytical as you say that, yes. Me, Sweden, Norway and Finland were thinking about seeing it once it was able to be purchased for rent."
"I think we can do it," she acknowledged, with everyone else there but Antarctica agreeing to see it. Norway came back with popcorn with melted butter poured on top, slowly seeping into the cracks of the popcorn, making it sizzle and become holy in all of its glory (No, I don't have a popcorn fetish, it just makes me sadder thinking that I can't relax peacefully in March watching YouTube videos with a bowl of this delicious homemade movie popcorn on a rainy day).
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Love In Sight (Greenland x Antarctica)
FanfictionThis was meant to be private. And this is a copy of another story. I just wanted to remake the story since it truly did need work, and it seemed like a nice story to remake. I was told by the creator that English is her second language, therefore he...