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High-functioning Ladykiller
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 Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:19 pm
Finishing his breakfast, Gilbert murmured a faint thanks to his brother and left the dishes for the younger to take care of. He walked to his basement room and rummaged through his dresser and closet for some clothes. Selecting a pair of tight black jeans, he changed into them and put on a black dress shirt. He quickly put on a black leather belt. To finish it up, he pulled on black socks and dress shoes. He paused in front of the mirror, smirking slightly. Ludwig hated his semi-formal tastes and would probably be exasperated.
He got upstairs and glanced out the window, calling over his shoulder, "West, taxi's here!"
Together with his uptight younger brother, he headed to the airport.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:30 pm
Antonio climbed into the taxi, making himself comfortable as Romano sat down beside him. It was quiet, but he contented himself to listening to the taxi driver's radio. The Spanish was nice to hear, especially since English - he gave a slight shudder, disliking having to use that cabrón's* language - was most likely going to be the only thing he was going to be hearing. Well, aside from the outbursts of the other Nations.
"Antonio..."
He glanced over at his former subordinate, curiously tilting his head slightly. "Sí, Lovi?"* he questioned.
"...Never mind."
Antonio blinked, "Qué?"* After a moment of silence, he shook his head and smiled brightly, ruffling the Italian's hair gently, avoiding the curl that simply made the brunette b***h at him. "Bien,"* he agreed.
*b*****d's*
*Yes, Lovi?*
*What?*
*All right.*
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:10 am
"Ano...Kiku-sama..." The female fight attendant murmured, appearing beside Kiku once again.
"Hai?" Kiku replied in question, not looking up from the manga he was reading, "Nani ka ga machigatte iru?"*
"Hikōki wa chīsana arashi no naka ni hikō shite imasu. Nitsuite go kakunin wazuka turbulance o shinpai shinaide kudasai."* The meek flight attendant told the nation, who nodded absentmindedly.
"Hai, hai. Arigatōgozaimasu."* Kiku told the girl, who went off to do what flight attendants do.
"Great...just what I need. Why does Kami-sama frown upon me so?" Kiku thought to himself, sighing out when he felt the airplane shudder slightly.
*Is something wrong?
*The flight has just flown into a small storm. Please do not worry about slight turbulance
*Yes, yes. Thank you.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 11:53 am
'Thank you.' Sindre replied quietly, supposing he could spare a few words more today than normal. At the mention of the meeting, his eyes glanced up from the food he was eating, brow furrowed a little. Ah, yes, that meeting. The only reason he was going was to accompany the others... He'd not the drive or power in his voice to put across any strong opinions. Not that he had any, anyway... But perhaps it was too soon to think such, as he'd no clue what the conference was going to hold. But perhaps he could slip out an hour or so early... or not attend at all. With the attention all on little Peter, Sindre knew he could just stay behind at the household and be forgotten. But then again, there was no one to blame but himself for being so quiet. He wasn't a joy to talk to or be around, but Peter was... He sighed, leaving most of his food untouched. He just didn't feel hungry anymore. He even supposed that Denmark preferred Peter to him now... No. No, that couldn't be right. Could it...?
He decided that he would have a word with his friend later, perhaps.
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There wasn't much to do in this plane, and Yao was beginning to feel quite lonely. It was at times like this, whilst waiting for the plane to begin taking off, that he thought of his friends. Or rather, just other nations in general. A small smile tugged wistfully at his lips as he thought of England and America... And how the routine today'd be the same as before. He thought of France... Perhaps it was best not to. Then there was Russia... And Yao froze.
Then again, Ivan wasn't as bad as he could be, Yao supposed. And besides... Seeming as all other nations had left him... He'd be lonely too. Or so China figured. That wouldn't mean that he -Yao- would treat Russia any different, he resolved, but he'd be careful about what he said... Especially in regards to Russia's lack of company. After all, they were meant to be friends and whatnot.
Perhaps it was best to think of someone else. Germany... Was quite scary when angry. Then again, that wasn't much to go on. And there was Japan... No. Yao refused to think on that subject, as it depressed him greatly. He shook his head a little, only just noticing that the plane had taken off a good few minutes ago. 'Well, that was certainly... Quiet?' He supposed glumly.
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Planes... Flying. Roderich didn't like flying too much. He was glad, however, that he'd managed to get his own plane rather than have to rely on someone... Although he had been very reliant on Germany in the past, he'd not be able to stand getting into a plane with Gilbert. He shuddered at the thought of spending any time in an enclosed space with Gilbert like that -with no means of escape- as he boarded the plane, wanting to get to the conference as soon as possible... Perhaps it would mean that he could leave earlier, too. Or find somewhere to hide... Well, not hide. That would imply fear. 'Find a place that would seperate him from Gilbert' ... Yes, that sounded better, Roderich supposed.
When he was settled in his seat, Roderich took out some blank music sheets and a fountain pen. He was falling back into the bad habit of concentrating on hobbies rather than work again, but this needed to be done. How else would he get across his emotions, after all. And perhaps it was best to write some of his own music... Well. It gave him something to do, and there was something therapuetic about drawing little dots on and between the lines.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:33 pm
Mathias walked into the kitchen, "Good morning, everyone!" He quickly made his way over to Berwald, wasting no time since he had already made them late, he set one of his elbows down on the man's shoulder, "Say, Berwald, how 'bout we let Peter come with today? I'm mean, sure, he hasn't been recognized yet, but he is still a nation. You DID buy him on Ebay, at least give him something he wants and let him come with! And, if we bring him with, we could just use him as an excuse to why we are late." He laughed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:35 pm
Feliks pulled the phone as far as he could towards his table with his breakfast laid out, setting the phone down and picking up a piece of toast, biting into it. "Oh, hey Liet. Yea, yea, there,like, wasn't an attack or anything, so don't worry about it! You totally worry about stuff to much, you, like, know that?" He took another bite, muffling his speech a bit, "I'm fine. So, I'm gonna paint my house next weekend, you're , like, gonna help me out, right?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:52 pm
Peter smiled at his papa. "Oh! Can I please! Pleeeeaaassse!" He begged, acting as if he hadn't already talked to Mathias. Little did Peter know, if Berwald was already going to say no to the micronation, then he'd certainly say no to the same man he'd been at odds with for a while.
Berwald leaned back in his chair, pushing Mathias' elbow off his shoulder roughly. "I know tha' Peter 's maturin' an all, but he isn't allowed at th' meetings until he's been recognized." He said. "But... We don' exactly 'ave someone ta watch him." He started contemplating. "M'be we could get Gilbert ta watch him at the meeting. After all, Gilbert isn't exactly a country 'nymore, but he's still comes." He finished, looking at his son. "I s'ppose you can come along this time." Berwald ruffled Peter's hair gently, getting out of his seat to put his dishes in the sink.
Peter jumped out of his chair. "Thanks Papa!" He shouted. He looked over to Sindre, noticing the other nation in thought. "Hey Sindre! Come on! You're coming too, right!" He said, tugging at the nordic's sleeve. Peter still hadn't caught onto the fact that Sindre wasn't a very 'get up on go' kind of person.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:42 pm
Tino Grinned as the wanna-be nation begged his Papa to go, when he said yes it brought a bigger smile to the blondes face.
“Here's Your breakfast Mathias.” Finland smiled placing his serving of eggs on his plate. He looked at the remaining breakfast left for him and decided he would place it for Hanatomago to eat later, He wasn't really hungry.
Tino stepped lightly up the stairs and into the room, He smiled as he picked up his suit and held it towards his pale body as he started to undress, he guessed he had plenty of time knowing how slowly the other Nordics usually ate. He carefully buttoned up the shirt and pulled on the jacket before looking in the mirror to fix his still slightly messy hair and place on his white hat.
Tino walked back downstairs again, he walked into the kitchen and searched for something to occupy his hands, he glanced behind his shoulder at the breakfast table and wondered if it would be impolite to sit even though he wasn't eating or if it would look like he was rushing them. Looking over to Sealand he saw that he somehow managed to get his face dirty, he would defiantly have to clean him up before taking him to the meeting, perhaps he could on the plane.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 5:40 pm
Mathias simled as he patted Sealand's head, too, causing his hair to become more ruffled. It was pretty obvious to tell what the Dane was thinking by the look on his face.
Yep, I really am the king of Northern Europe! No one can deny it after I just got THE Berwald to agree to something he NEVER agrees to!
He walked over and grabbed his plate from Tino, "Thanks, Tino!" and sat down at the table, quickly eating his breakfast.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 10:22 pm
Sweden sighed inwardly as he saw the smug look on the Dane's face. It wasn't as if Mathias' opinion in the matter had swayed him at all, he only let the micronation go because of the lack of a sitter, but he wasn't going to start anything with the Dane. Not today, at least.
He grabbed a napkin from the table and started wiping Peter's face, not overly annoyed by it, rather he thought it was cute. He walked over to Tino and noticed the smaller nation hadn't eaten. "Ya feelin' okay?" He asked, concerned for his 'wife'.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 1:34 am
'I'm relieved...' Toris confessed down the phone with a little laughter in his voice, genuinely happy that his friend had not been attacked... 'S-sure, I can help. Definitely. When were you going to paint again?' He'd paused in his mad antics of dressing in order to sit on the edge of the bed, finding his legs going weak with the sheer relief of the heavy burden of paranoia. Besides, helping Feliks paint would give him a reason to keep an eye on what was going on... 'I'm sorry if I worry too much, Feliks. You know I mean well, right...?' He murmured, the old fear of Russia overhearing him creeping back... Then he remembered. He wasn't with Russia anymore... It meant he could relax.
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Sindre sank back in his chair with a heavy sigh, closing his eyes with a soft murmur of something incomprehensible. Seems as if Sealand was the priority of everyone now, even his best friend. And giving everyone the silent treatment wouldn't work, as it was normal... But then again, an outburst would be so unlike him. And it wasn't as if he had anywhere else he could go, either.
If he felt foolish, he could start a war against a much more powerful nation. But what would the gain in that be...? Granted, no one would be expecting it...
Then he felt the tug on his sleeve which snapped him out of his senses. 'O-oh. Um...' He looked at Peter, unsure of how to properly respond. 'Yes I am... Going, I mean.' He dragged his eyes away, finding that he couldn't feel any sense of bitterness or jealousy when he looked at that innocent face. Which then caused him to say something...
'I don't mind watching him at the meeting. I never usually have much to say anyway.' He found himself offering. 'If... If you think I can do it, anyway. I just don't trust Pr- Gilbert too much... He might put ideas into the kid's head.' Though Norway had no qualms with Gilbert at all, he knew that the guy could be a bit troublesome at times.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 8:59 am
Berwald looked to Sindre, the normally harsh look on his face softening just a tad. "If ya want ta." He said, thinking over the Norse's view of Gilbert. Sindre was right, the albino wasn't... too bad of a person, but for an innocent child like Peter, he wasn't exactly the best sitter. "Thanks." He finished, trying to convey his gratitude in his own way. Sindre may have been quiet, but Berwald knew that he meant well. After all, Berwald wasn't very talkative, himself. "Now, Peter, don't give Sindre too much trouble, m'kay?" He said, turning to the boy.
Peter grinned happily at Sindre. "Yay! Peter will try and be on his best behavior! Promise!" The micronation declared in third person, a habit he still hadn't fully broken yet.
(I just can't get Sealand's english dub voice out of my head, so cute~ >w< )
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 9:33 pm
Mathias takes a small break from eating to look at Sindre from across the table. He takes the last bite of his breakfast before getting up and walking over to him.
"Hey, what's up? You seem....different....everything going okay?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 9:50 pm
Feliks smiled, a soft look on his face.
"I'm painting my house next Saturday. It's totally awsome you're gonna help me! I, like, don't feel like painting it all myself." His smile grew as he remembered all of the different times Toris had looked after him. "Yea, I know you mean well....but, still, you should, like, find a way to relax! Go on more vacations!" Feliks was happy that his friend worried about him, but Toris had to take care of himself, too. But at least he didn't have to worry about Russia getting at him anymore. Feliks doesn't like to show it, but he was actually really worried about Toris while he was with Russia....he just couldn't show it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 9:57 pm
When Natalia noticed Russia get out of the car, and just stand there, she was at first a little confused.
Why hasn't he gone onto the plane yet?
But then it hit her.
He's waiting for me...
Without saying a thing to the driver, she opened the door to the still moving car and jumped out, landing on her knees. Ignoring the mild pain, she ran as fast as she could over to her beloved brother.
"Thank you for waiting for me, Nii-san. I shall happily accompany you on your way to the world meeting." Her eyes shone as she spoke.
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