Hetalia RP

[Lion-King-Loke]

Flinching slightly when she cleaned his face, Arthur closed his eyes and pondered over his situation, leaving the African able to fuss over him. More than any other time, he felt the worry that someone was going to figure out that he was in worse state than he appeared. In particular, he worried due to her close proximity; face to face.

Ignoring the glass of water, the Briton lightly pushed her away from him and got to his feet. Shakily, he gripped the bathroom counter and stepped over to the sink.

Immediately, he began to brush his teeth. While he was aware that she had saw him get sick, he wanted to prevent anyone else finding out. For the time being, he could hide it by pretending it was a hangover. Francis, however, knew he rarely got physically sick when hungover. Plus, he hated tasting bile.  

[HikariRose08]

Angelique flinched when Arthur pushed her hand away, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she got to her feet and turned to look at Arthur. She watched him brush his teeth for a few moments before she realized that this was her opportunity to leave. Knowing she had only one shot, the Seychollis girl pondered for a moment about her decision. Arthur wasn't only hung over, but sick as well, that much she knew. However, she was probably only a burden to the British man right now, so it would be best if she left.

"England? I think I'm going to head downstairs now..." She murmured, limping towards the hallway door before pausing with her back to him, "I know you're sick. I'm not stupid. However, I also know that you have a lot going on right now. I just want you to know that I'm here if you need me. That's all."

Noticing her right foot didn't hurt as much anymore, she put more pressure on it and walked slowly to the door, pausing in front of it. She fixed her hair into a ponytail instead of pigtails before placing her hand on the doorknob. She knew it was cold and probably cruel to leave Arthur alone, but what choice did she have? She didn't want to burden him anymore and now, she could head back to her hotel without anyone stopping her. But did she really want to? Even she didn't know anymore.  

[_striped__wolf_]

Alfred nodded quickly.
"W-Water! On it, Kiku!" Alfred said quickly as he stood. He ran to the kitchen.
'Ugh, bottled or tap? Does it matter? I'll bring both' Alfred thought getting a glass and running some cold water. After the glass was filled he looked around and soon found a bottle of water.
Alfred quickly speed walked back to the bathroom that Kiku was resting in.
"Um, Kiku?" He began as he looked over to the other man, "I didn't know if you wanted tap or not...so, yeah." Alfred said quietly as he sat the glass of water and the bottle of water on the floor.
He sat cross-legged once more.
"What next?" He asked quietly as he stared at Kiku, waiting for further instructions.  

[Lion-King-Loke]

Still obsessively brushing his teeth as she left his room - or so he thought - Arthur met his eyes in the mirror. The emerald depths held that same hint of patheticness that he had caught at the meeting.

He tore his gaze away, rinsing his mouth and putting his toothbrush away. He shakily splashed some water on his face, trying to cool the flush staining his pale face. He glanced back st his reflection to check if there was any difference, but he caught his own gaze again.

Unable to look away, he saw the weakness and pain that he always tried to hide. It was haunting, trapping him in his place. He looked so pitiful. So broken. He hated it.

In a fit of self-loathe, the blond punched the mirror. He gave an empty smirk when the glass shattered, piercing his hand. He lowered it back to the counter, gazing curiously at the blood and the glass embedded in flesh, as if it wasn't anything he had done, and it wasn't his hand.  

[Kimuri Linebeck]

Listening to the albino intently, Roderich soon sighed after hearing -again- that Gilbert didn't have any ideas. It seemed to be just another stab at the fact that the aristocrat was a dull, boring man with a dull, boring house. Of course, he already knew of this fact, but... Having it pointed out repeatedly was getting a little vexing.

Smiling a little, Roderich reached to drum his fingertips gently on the back of the German's head. 'Hey. You're not falling asleep now, are you?' He had to push his own mental wars to one side for now. Whether he told Gilbert or not wasn't the issue anymore... Right now, the ex-nation's welfare -including his entertainment- was the pressing matter on the Austrian's mind. It was an odd way to think, but it meant that he could bury his head in the sand and push the worries away for now.

However, having learned a few new things about the albino today was a bonus, he supposed. He could now understand why Gilbert got upset when he'd left for that phonecall earlier... It made much more sense now that he'd learnt of the German's fear. It stopped him -Roderich- offering to go and get anything else. Then again, if Gilbert needed anything, he was sure that the albino would have no qualms with asking. Or demanding, for that matter.

'Gilbert... Are you ticklish?' He'd been random enough today, though a little more didn't hurt. Knowing instantly that the German probably wouldn't dignify his question with an answer, the Austrian's hand -the one not wrapped around the man- drifted a little across the back of Gilbert's neck. Now, Austria himself was indeed ticklish... Though no one had gotten close enough to even dare attempting to do so. And that was something that he was only too glad to hide.

 

[HikariRose08]

Angelique's head snapped up as she heard the sounds of glass breaking. She had done the same thing before back in her own home, disgusted with her reflection and the weakness it had shown. Letting go of the doorknob, she walked slowly back into the bathroom and saw Arthur gazing curiously at his hand and the blood. She stood there for a few moments before her feet startled her into walking forward and her arms wrapped around his mid-section, hugging him gently.

"You can push me away for all I care," She murmured softly, still keeping her arms around him in a gentle embrace, "I just want you to know you're not alone...I'm here if you need me."

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Kiku grabbed the glass of tap water, considering he probably had no energy to open the bottled water, and put the pills in his mouth, swallowing them with water. Instantly, he felt some of the effects of his illness start to fade away. He felt slightly less sick and he was sure the urge to vomit had passed once again. Sighing out in slight relief, the Japanese man looked at Alfred, somwhat amused at the fact that the American was waiting for instructions.

"Alfred-kun, why are you helping me?"He wondered curiously, tilting his head to the side, "I know we are allies now, but I cannot help but wonder. After Hiroshima and Pearl Harbour, I thought that...Well, I thought that you hated me."  

[_striped__wolf_]

Alfred watched silently as Kiku took the pills. He let out a small chuckle at the question.
"Why would I hate you Kiku? Things happen, that's all.
'Sides, us nations will be around for a long time. It's better if we get along as our human selves, even if we can't get along as nations. Get it?" Alfred said with a tight smile.
'I don't try to hate anyone, I don't wanna hate anyone.' He thought with a frown. Alfred quickly replaced it with a large happy grin.
"Silly! I'm helping you because you are my friend. Duh."  

[Lion-King-Loke]

Jolting slightly when he felt Seychelles hug him, the Briton blinked and glanced up into the shattered mirror, seeing the awkward reflection of the girl in the remnants of glass that still hung from the glue that set them in the wall.

Dropping his gaze before he met his own eyes again, he looked back down at his hand. With a soft sigh, he reached over and turned on the tap so it was a slow trickle.

Running his hand under it, he watched as the blood was washed away, as well as some loose shards of glass. It stung sharply, but he didn't show any hint of the pain. He calmly began to pluck the other pieces of glass from his flesh, a blank expression on his face.

As he pulled out pieces of glass, he opened more wounds on his hand. More blood was staining his sink, turning the running water a murky red before it was washed down the drain. He'd have to bandage his hand when he was done, he noted, which meant he'd have to pull away from the concerned African and get the first aid kit from under the sink. All the while, he'd be spreading blood around.

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"Ni, not tired. Groggy," he muttered into the pillow, eyes closed as he relaxed into the warmth of the Austrian and the covers.

He shifted slightly to get away from the Austrian's hand on his neck, giving a soft groan. "Don't.." he whined, untangling himself from Roderich and sitting up wearily. He peered down at the aristocrat, slightly tense from being touched that way.

Giving a slightly perturbed look, he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not ticklish. West is." He didn't know why he added the last part. Well, it was true. Ludwig was ticklish.  

[HikariRose08]

A wave of surprise washed over the girl when Arthur didn't pull away. Instead, she looked meekly around him as she watched the Brition wash his hand. Watching as he plucked the glass out of his hand, Angelique's own scars began to tingle slightly. She was smart enough to cut herself in places people wouldn't see, like her upper thighs and her arms, saying that the scars on her arms were from being careless and tripping.

Noticing that he had to bandage his hand, the Seychollis girl pulled away slightly and took Arthur's injured hand into her own two hands, not surprised to see it was much bigger than her small, feminine hands. She looked at the hand before gently placing it back under the running tap. Grabbing the hem of her dress, she pulled and ripped off a decent strip to use as a bandage. Taking Arthur's hand once more, she bandaged it with the strip of cloth, her eyes downcast and focused on the task at hand the entire time.

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Kiku noticed the tight smile Alfred threw at him, but said nothing about it. It was obvious that the American didn't want to hate anyone and that made the Japanese man feel a little more respect for him. Sighing, he winced and tried to get to his feet, hiding the pain it was causing him the entire time. Bowing slightly, he bit his lip when he was horizontal at the pain it was causing him before straightening up.

"Arigato, Alfred-kun. For helping me." Kiku thanked before slowly walking to the bag, "Can you help me find this bottle?"

Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out the bottle of medication he had just taken earlier. It was the only thing that was basically keeping Kiku from losing all the blood in his body at the moment, since he was still recovering from Hiroshima. In a few years, he would be back to normal, but for now, he had to rely on human medication to keep his body in check.  

[Kimuri Linebeck]

Well, that was a disappointment. This was almost a game, in its own right; if he did something good, then Gilbert would be more trusting. If he did something wrong, he'd be somehow 'punished' for it. Giving a soft groan of indignation as the albino moved, Roderich opened one eye in order to look up at his friend with a slight smirk. 'You're not? That's a pity.' Giving the Prussian a look of mild, innocent sadness straight after that sentence, he sat up brushing his own hair from his face.

'It's not West that I'm interested in.' Admitting this without a flicker of shame or doubt on his face -it was true, right now, he didn't pay a single thought in relation to Ludwig-, the Austrian gazed up at Gilbert with a little laugh.

'It's you. For now, anyway.'

 

[_striped__wolf_]

Alfred grinned and gave a nod or two.
"No prob, Kiku!" He said as he reached for the forgotten bag. He dug through the bag for a few moments before pulling out a bottle simmilar to the one Kiku was holding.
"This the right one?" He asked.
" I can run back to the store if it isn't." He finished, slightly worried that he didn't get the right one.  

[Lion-King-Loke]

Plucking the last of the glass from his hand, the Briton was trying to figure out how he could pull away from the Seychollis girl and gather the first aid kit with the most minimal spreading of blood. The glass lying around the counter and still clinging to their place on the wall was bothering him enough as it was without having to worry about blood.

He blinked when she gently took his hand, green eyes curious at what she was up to. He gave a soft hiss of pain, unable to hold back the discomfort the water caused as it refilled his wounds and washed more of the blood away.

His eyes widened when she ripped off a piece of the hem of her dress, too surprised to react when she began to bandage his hand.

Swallowing slightly, he dropped his gaze and muttered, "you don't have to do this." He was, after all, capable of handling himself...to a certain degree, as he was beginning to see.

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Running a pale hand through his hair wearily, the Prussian gave a soft sigh. Closing his crimson eyes, he pondered over what to do. He wasn't ticklish, granted, but he did like being touched needlessly. Which was exactly what the Austrian had just done.

Tense, Gilbert was put on guard due to being touched. It was...invasive, to say the least. The neck was such a vulnerable spot on a person and to be open to even a light touch just sent him into a concerned worry.

Opening his eyes at Roderich's comment, he dropped his hand so his fingers lightly toyed with the pendant around his neck. It appeared that this nervous tick was back. Verdammt.

"O-oh, is that so?" he murmured, cursing himself for the slight stutter. He felt a light heat rising to his cheeks, so he bit his tongue and fought the blush down before it could really become noticeable.  

[HikariRose08]

Angelique, being at least a head shorter than Arthur, looked at him and smiled slightly. She knew she actually didn't have to do anything, but that didn't stop her from wanting to do it.

"I know. Would you believe me if I said I wanted to do this?" She questioned, looking down to tie a quick knot in on the makeshift bandage, "Believe me, I know you're able to take care of yourself, but it's not a weakness to need help sometimes. It only makes you stronger."

She pulled back slightly, taking care not to step on the glass, in order to give the British man some room. She knew he didn't like being close to people, so she would respect his preference and stay a bit back. An adorable blush pooled under her eyes as she thought about before and how her body, against her wishes, moved to give the Brition a hug from behind. What prompted her to do that, she had no idea, but the Seychellolis girl didn't regret that one bit, although she was embarassed by doing so.

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Taking the bottle Alfred held out, Kiku took a look at it. It was the exact same medication that the Japanese man was taking, but in stronger doses, which would work in his favour. Looking up, he gave the American a nod, and put both bottles into his pocket.

"Arigato, Alfred-kun," He said in thanks, "Actually, the one you bought me was much stronger than the one I was taking before. It will help me much more."  

[_striped__wolf_]

Alfred let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm glad!" He said hapilly as he leaned back against the wall.
 

[Lion-King-Loke]

Glancing away as Angelique finished up tying the makeshift bandage, Arthur fought down the light blush that was threatening to stain his pale cheeks. He glanced over as she smiled at him, fighting down the flush.

"A-ah.. I see.." he commented, not knowing what to say. "Um.. I had bandages, you know...b-but...um...thanks..." He wasn't used to someone giving him any sort of care, let alone the amount this former colony was giving him.

Glancing down slightly at her now-ripped dress, he gave a soft sigh and used his free hand to run wearily through his damp hair. "Now, you really do have to change clothes," he pointed out, the faint blush finally beginning to dust his cheeks. "Are you positive that you will not wear the night dress?"