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Quotable Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:11 pm
Alfred folded his arms onto the table and set his head down. He couldn't understand, why would it be so hard to promise that? Why would it be so hard to ask someone to help you be happy when you felt crummy? He just didn't get it. He looked over the window and saw that it was still a dark day in Britain. ' ******** this. I want to go home. Damn rain.' He buried his head into his arms and let himself think, if only for a moment.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:20 pm
"I'm...going to the rest room..." Kiku said softly, getting up, "I'll be back soon..."
Leaving the meeting room, Kiku calmly waited until he was outside the meeting room before bolting down the hall. He ran until he was outside, leaning against a large pillar. Sobbing, Kiku fell to his knees and cried bitterly, ashamed of himself and what he had become. He felt useless and not wanted, just like how he felt when he was isolated.
"I don't deserve Alfred-san's friendship," Kiku thought bitterly to himself, "I'm so pathetic..."
With tears still streaming down his face, Kiku looked at the sky and watched the rain fall. The rain allowed him to calm his thoughts and his emotions, as it usually did. Taking deep, calming breaths, Kiku tried to get his emotions into check once again. He allowed his heart to try and settle down, but his heart was a traitor, still beating painfully.
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:33 pm
Alfred lifted his his head and looked around, he was now alone. He took Texas off his face and sighed, resting head back on his arms. ' Do you two really want to be forgotten? To just disappear? Running away is a great way to do it. England, you taught me to be strong and face my fears. Japan, you taught me that with patience that everything will be better. How come you can't go along with your own teachings?' Alfred let out a very quiet sigh and let a tear slip. 'idiots.'
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:00 am
Kiku took in a deep breath and went back inside, washing his face in the bathroom before re-entering the meeting room. A wave of pain washed over him when he saw Alfred, regret and hurt making him want to cry, but holding it in. Kiku walked over to Alfred and pulled up a chair beside him, placing a hand on Alfred's shoulder.
"Alfred-san, I've been thinking, and...Although, I can't promise I'll call you ever time I'm depressed, I can try. Is that enough for you?" Kiku murmured in question, worried that he had pushed the nation too far.
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 6:40 pm
Alfred gave a sigh. He gave a muffled, "Yeah." but refused to move from his arms. He just wanted the meeting to be over so he could sleep. He also wanted the rain to stop and the self hate to stop. Some wishes can never happen.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:02 pm
Hurt, but not showing it, Kiku pulled his hand away from Alfred and pushed his seat away from the nation. He felt a huge amount of sadness and pain, but would keep it inside, like he usually did. Knowing that the meeting would take a while to start, Kiku thought it best if he just retreated back to his country for now. That, or maybe just head back to the airport just to get away.
"Al...America-san," Kiku murmured, reverting back to being overly formal with Alfred, "I feel it would be best if I take my leave now...The meeting can commence without me. Besides, I've done enough damage for the day as it is."
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:19 pm
Alfred let out a snort and turned to look at Kiku. "Why? Japan? Why do you want to leave?"Alfred asked with a rather hard stare. This was becoming too much for him to handle properly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:28 pm
Recoiling, Kiku said nothing, looking down at his hands that were resting on his lap. It was obvious that Kiku and Arthur had pushed Alfred too far and Kiku was, for the first time, afraid of saying the wrong thing. Instead, he opted for keeping his mouth shut and his eyes away from Alfred. He knew that if he turned and looked Alfred in the eyes, he'd start crying again. Kiku didn't want to cry anymore, at least, not for the day.
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:33 pm
Alfred cursed himself, knowing that he ******** up, big time. "Bye then Kiku. See you soon." Alfred said softly. He let him self slump into his previous position. He'd say sorry to Kiku later. His pride wouldn't let him do so right now. Hell, the rain wouldn't either, it was pouring! Even for London. Alfred paused and called out, " Hey, Kiku? Are you sure that you'll be okay out there?" Alfred frowned at how rude he sounded right now, but he wasn't going to dwell on it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:47 pm
Pretending not to care about Alfred's rudness or the fact that his pride was annoying him to no end, Kiku looked outside the window and saw how heavily it was raining. He didn't bring an umbrella, but he had gone through worse things. Besides, crazy thunderstorms were like tsunamis, right? A crash of thunder made Kiku jump slightly, but he fought back his discomfort.
"I should be," Kiku said softly, "The worst that could happen is that I get the flu."
What Kiku wasn't telling Alfred was that, ever since the end of World War II, he had been prone to getting sick very easily. Going outside in this storm would probably give Kiku the worst case of the flu any nation had gone though.
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:55 pm
Alfred let out a nod. " Just the flu then..? He still hadn't bothered to put Texas back on, everything was blurred. He put his head back to the table. "I am such an a**." He murmured to himself. He let out a Grunt and blew his bangs from his eyes. " *Gomennasai, Kiku." Alfred mumbled louder before turning away completely. He stared out at the falling blurs that the rain created.
* I'm sorry
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:07 pm
Kiku opened his mouth to reply, but stopped and decided not to say anything to Alfred. If he were to say anything, Kiku was worried he might let it slip that he was prone to sickness. Sighing, he stood up and grabbed his jacket, inwardly cursing the fact he didn't bring a hooded jacket or an umbrella. Kiku looked at Alfred sadly one last time, really wanting to make amends with the nation. Instead, he pulled his jacket on and left the room without another word.
"It's for the best," Kiku thought sadly, "It really is."
Walking out of the meeting building, Kiku shivered and looked at the harsh European rain. Letting out one last sigh, Kiku ventured into the rain, already feeling the effects of the cold and rain combined. Gritting his teeth, Kiku fought his way through the weather, unable to see a cab to hail.
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 7:58 am
The familiar feeling of the beginning effects of being drunk filling him, starting at his stomach, calming him and numbing the tinge of pain he still carried, all these years later. Sitting on the wooden floor of his office, bottle of rum still in hand, Arthur felt like a drunkard. Although, he supposed that he was. A bitter laugh escaping him, the Brit sealed the near-empty bottle and put it away, getting to his feet with a slight stumble. He shook his head, pulling his mind from it's fog and correct his balance.
Walking to the mirror he had in the room, he peered at his reflection. It was dark, even outside, but there was enough light to see...just barely. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes had the slight glazed over look that came with the beginning symptoms of being drunk. Sighing, Arthur ran a hand wearily through his hair, turning away from the mirror so he didn't have to face his self-hating eyes any longer.
Leaving his office, locking the door, the inebriated Brit popped a couple mints into his mouth. It probably was already too obvious that he was drunk, now, but he'd rather do what he could to avoid that knowledge from getting out. As petty and hopeless as it was.
Catching sight of the American, Arthur felt a stabbing pain fill him. But, why? He didn't know. Was it guilt? He hadn't felt guilty for his actions for a very long time, not since he had lost the boy in front of him.
"Alfred..." he murmured, moving to stand behind him. Raising a hand, as if to try to comfort him, Arthur shook his head and let it drop to his side again. "Where's Kiku?" he asked, instead.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 11:10 am
'Thank you.' Yao murmured quietly, eyes lowering to his lap. He really didn't deserve such good friends like the Russian... Though for as long as he was graced with such a great companion, Yao made a promise to himself to look after Ivan... And be there to be depended on. This meant that Kiku would never speak to him, he realised, but... Ivan had never hurt him in the way that the other Asian had. But then again, Yao had not raised Ivan... So, did that mean that Kiku's behaviour was because Yao had raised him inadequately? Had he failed him?
Now was not the time to ponder on this and upset himself anymore. He had glanced up to catch the Russian looking at his watch, and took it as a hint to hurry up his misery and get over it...
Though Yao knew he'd witnessed one of the rare moments when Ivan would show him emotion, so he felt better for that... It certainly made him feel special, and although he'd have liked to sit and be a little more melancholy, he supposed the taller nation was right... They really did need to be getting back, and Yao had already had quite a bit of comforting as it was.
And, although Yao selfishly wanted to sit and cling onto Ivan for a little longer, he supposed it really was time to head back. He supposed he'd get away with it if he were a baby panda, but he wasn't as cute as that.
He slipped off of the counter, unable to stop a little smile as he found himself dropping quite a height. 'You're quite tall, aru.' He glanced up at his friend with a little laugh, before turning to the mirrors. 'I suppose I need a phonebook to see myself in the mirrors here... Ugh.' The little Asian joked, glancing at the both of them in the mirror with a frown.
'You have a very sweet face, Ivan. Handsome in a cute way.' He remarked casually, before looking at himself. 'And I'm plain looking... Look at me, I look all pathetic and weepy. Not cute at all, blegh.' He traced his fingertips over the reflection. 'Kiku... Has a pretty face. Much prettier than me... I suppose it's a good thing that he wasn't related so closely to me... After all, eh? He might've inherited -that-, aru.'' He jabbed one finger accusingly at his reflection, eyes narrowing. 'No wonder I have no friends with a face like that, aru.'
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 2:13 pm
Alfred shifted then replied. "Left. Said it was for the best. Said that the worst he'd get is the flu." Alfred shifted again. "I don't believe 'em. He wanted to go, so I let him. Being alone can really help somethings, don't cha think?" Alfred asked in a monotone.
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