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 Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 10:20 am
As the nickname topic was brought up again, the albino's cheeks darkened and he kept staring into his cocoa. The more the Austrian said, it seemed, the redder his cheeks became. He wasn't used to that. Normally, it was the other way around. He wasn't used to being put on the defensive by Roderich. It just felt...well, off. He refrained from speaking, deciding it was better to concentrate on easing his blush. Which, by the way, seemed to be a futile goal.
He also didn't comment on the fish phobia, either. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold his tongue for long. It was in his nature to poke fun at other people, no matter if it was his greatest enemy or his closest friend, alike. It'd be better to simply avoid the temptation all together.
He finally raised his head when asked about Francis. "He's, well... He's still himself," he murmured, wondering why the Austrian wanted to even speak of him. If memory served him, he hated the Frenchman. He gave a soft chuckle at the mention of the photos. "It would do no good if I did tell him to stop. He'd just do it more, I'd reckon. I don't know why he's so focused on you, though..." It was a puzzling matter. Why did Francis target Roderich as much as he did? Well, maybe it was because it pissed off both Roderich and Ludwig. Francis didn't like either of them, after all. Plus, Arthur was as much of a spy as the Frenchman, if not better, so it was useless going after him.
"Jaws, huh? I heard it looked pretty unrealistic," he murmured, shrugging. "Um, and no thanks. It'd probably be too much for another." Beside, he still had over half of it left.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 10:36 am
"Hoora!" Antonio cheered in a happy tone, reaching over and giving her a quick hug. It would be like old times, he realized, if only he could get over the depression the rain was causing him. It was worse than usual, too, since not only was the storm bad, he was in London. He...well, he had few good memories of being here, if any at all. Beside, even if there were good memories, he would gather to believe that the bad ones would overpower them completely.
He...well, he would just have to make sure that his depression wasn't noticeable. He seemed to be doing a fair job. After all, neither of them questioned him about it. Nor did Francis. Perhaps he was better at hiding things than he had previously thought.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 11:51 am
Feliks leaned down a bit next to Toris, rubbing his back a bit. It wasn't fun to see his friend like this.
"It's okay, Toris. Don't worry."
It wasn't long after Toris had gotten his phone call that Feliks got his, though he wasn't that supprised since was pretty obvious.
"Well, let's just, like, have a sleepover at the hotel! It'll work out as long as we, like, share a room, we can then have the hotel get whatever we'll need, you know, as long as it's, like, a nice hotel." Feliks walked to the side of the road and began waving his hand, trying to catch a taxi. There was no way he'd walk to the hotel in the rain, even if it would only be a block away. He was already freezing cold because of the rain.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 3:47 am
'But...' It seemed that there was a greater deal of humanity in Ivan that Yao had never seen before. It was sweet, but it exasperated the Asian. How could he be expected just to forgive and forget that easily? However, judging by the softness of the Russian's voice, and the fact that he'd said 'please'... It was a request that he needed to take heed of, despite his own anger.
'Very well.' He glanced away, allowing his hand to fall from Ivan's face. 'I will do nothing. I know that he must've meant something to you at some point, aru.' Speaking in English again, he sighed heavily. Of course he felt a twist of jealousy. Despite the years that he -Yao- had spent with Ivan, Toris had stolen away the Russian within a couple of moments. And not only that, the Lithuanian hadn't wanted it, either. And still did not. Yao did suspect that Ivan had not dropped his feelings for his ex so quickly, but... He couldn't help but want for the Russian to do so.
'But don't expect me to be happy about it.' He look back to Ivan, his expression blank. 'Go to her. I will wait for you here... If you've no want to continue with our plans for this evening, I'll understand, aru.' He blinked as lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, but did not allow himself to falter in his next words, despite how bitter he felt.
'It's been... Nice. I enjoyed our time together.'
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'Hmph... Well, I suppose there's no point in trying to fix what isn't broken. He's not appeared back yet for a week or so... But I don't want to jinx that.' He opened one of the kitchen drawers with a darkened mutter of something incomprehensible to himself, lifting the cutlery holder to reveal the large stock of photos that the frenchman had taken. Fishing out a handful of photographs from the many that were there, the Austrian tossed them onto the table in front of Gilbert.
'I keep them in there so that I can cut them up later... And so he can't find them.' He briefly explained, glaring down at the pictures with distaste. 'I'm not impressed. Like that one there-' He indicated to one particular picture of him curled up in bed, asleep. '- frightens me. How on earth he managed to take that, I don't know. Have you been teaching him how to break in, by any chance?' he sat down again. 'No, no... Apologies. I'm sure you'd not do that... It'd be taking away one of your favourite passtimes, after all, dear.'
He couldn't help but add an affectionate name on the end. It was amusing to watch Gilbert's reactions to it.
Turning back to the topic of the film, Roderich smiled a little. 'Then all the better. If it seems less realistic, then it's probably something I could watch.' He paused, frowning. He heard a soft trilling noise somewhere... Getting up again, he blinked as he attempted to source it.
Ah, there. Picking up Gilbert's phone -which he had removed from the man's clothing before washing it- from the top of the washing machine, he glanced briefly at the caller ID, vaguely recognising the word from earlier. He held out the phone to the albino a few moments later. 'Ludwig's calling.'
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Toris couldn't believe it. It filled him with relief to know that Feliks wasn't going to abandon him; after all, he'd just hit Ivan, as he'd just confessed. Now, if just hitting the Russian wasn't bad enough, he'd shouted all sorts at him... And had unwittingly dragged China into it as well.
Ivan didn't scare him as much when alone, and in the state he was in now. But Ivan with the addition of an angered, insulted Yao made the situation seem so much worse. China was still a superpower... Or a potential superpower. And seeming as, despite the Sino-Soviet split, Yao was still fond of Ivan...
The stomach pains started to worsen. Despite the fact that he still had Feliks stood by his side, he couldn't help but worry. The Asian's army was large enough to repopulate his whole country, let alone invade and attack.
'Y-yes... Sleepover.' He swallowed, straightening up properly. If he'd condemned himself to death, then he may as well enjoy the little time he had left before the Asian got to him. Or if his bosses got to him first... Either way, it'd be quick. 'That... Sounds good. I'm glad th-that you know what you're doing.'
With the idea of doom looming over his head, he moved to stand beside Poland. He'd have to get in contact with Latvia and inform him as to what had gone on... And most likely endure the youngster's panic. He'd have to assure him somehow...
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:55 am
Ivan shivered slightly in the rain, blinking when Yao switched back to English. He still didn't know why the Asian had switched to Russian, let alone why he went back to English. He peered at him, slight confusion evident in his eyes.
When Yao assumed the reason he wanted him to not be mad at Toris was because he meant something to him, he shook his head. "Nyet," he argued. "Is not because that. Is because hurt him too much in past. Not want to hurt him more." He gave a small smile. "Spasiba."*
When told to go to Natalia, Ivan shook his head slightly. "Not want you stuck in rain," he murmured. He knew he had to go to his sister, but he didn't want to leave Yao. "Take her somewhere safe. Then go with you?"
*Thank you*
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 7:06 am
Gilbert glanced over at the Austrian as he began to gather the photos. He wondered if he should mention how many the Frenchman still had. Nah, that would just get Roderich into more of a mood. "Must be due to me being 'round 'Tonio's. Probably content to visit with us, rather than go back to his stalking habits," he murmured. He smirked slightly at the sight of the photos, recalling the bag that Ludwig burns in the fireplace every so often.
Glancing at a few of the photos curiously, the albino gave a slight smirk. "No clue how he does it so well. But, if I recall correctly, Arthur's even better at spying then he is." Which, he could admit, was a frightening thought. If anyone was better than the Frenchman at spying, that was a concerning thought on it's own. When it's the bitter, vengeful Brit? Much worse.
He felt slightly hurt when the Austrian even contemplated that he would help Francis in this. But before he could show his displeasure, the Austrian used a petname on the end. Just when he thought he had got rid of his blush, it came back again. He settled for flashing him a dirty look.
He blinked when Roderich left the room, coming back moments later with his cell. He carefully took it, glancing at the ID to ensure that it was his brother. He pressed the answer button and held it to his ear. "What is it, West?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:47 am
'Whatever you think is best, Ivan.' Yao replied in a resigned murmur, keeping his gaze on the weather. As much as he wanted to say that Natalia wouldn't accept being left somewhere and would probably insist on coming with them, he held his tongue. After all, it wasn't up to him as to what they did... If it did end up with her coming with them, he supposed he would suffer her in silence to make Ivan happy.
It wasn't pleasant. No, having to comply to his friend's wants was a strain. He'd lost out on Heracles as a friend today... And they'd been getting on so well, too. A flash of pain flitted across his dulled eyes for a moment as he remembered what had happened between them both; it seemed like such an age ago. And in that time, he had even gained and lost a cat. However, the pain was brief. Heracles was a bad loss indeed, but the Asian had suffered more than that, and that was usually due to his own family. He'd numbed to it... So much so that the only thing that would break him completely would be the loss of his best friend; Ivan. So, losing Heracles... Yes. It hurt. But not as much as it would have done years ago.
Glancing over his shoulder at the Greek, Yao blinked slowly as the rain clung to his eyelashes. He'd lived long enough to sense emotions, even through the cover of rain... And he knew that he'd enraged the man by being... Well, offensive. Of course, he felt terrible for it... But this was for the best. Kiku would be happy, Ivan would be happy... Heracles would be happier, in time, knowing that Kiku was happier, and...
Yao himself would be happy, someday. Or that's what he told himself. The pain in his heart would go away one day, and he'd be happy, with or without the Greek.
Turning back to Ivan, Yao attempted to again blink the raindrops away as he reapproached his friend. 'Whatever you think... Is best, aru.' Wrapping his arms around Ivan, he looked up at his friend with the faintest glimmer of sadness in his eyes. 'I'll... Do whatever you think is best.'
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'I hope that's the case.' Roderich murmured in regards to Francis. He paused briefly, watching Gilbert with a little smirk on his face. This... Was tempting. It was a situation that he could take advantage of, if so desired... And he desired it. Oh, yes, he desired it. He knew this would probably end up with him getting beaten, but...
It was worth it. So worth it.
Whilst Gilbert was busy answering the phone, the Austrian slipped behind the man, leaning over him with a dark, teasing murmur of '...Play?' in his non-occupied ear. Giving it a few moments, Roderich then wrapped his arms around the albino's neck, nuzzling into the side of his head. 'Play now.' Being childish was fun... And besides, he was growing used to provoking a reaction from the ex-nation... He knew that Gilbert would slowly grow used to this behaviour, so it was key to enjoy it whilst it lasted.
'Gilbert...' He whined a little louder, loud enough for the albino's little brother to hear it on the other end of the phone. 'Who's that...? Mmn... Come back to bed.'
He had to stop himself from falling into a fit of laughter. Of course, this would affect the way that Ludwig saw him in the future, but it was worth it to make the ex-nation uncomfortable. And this was quite far, even for Roderich's 'new' standards. (After all, a few months ago, the Austrian would've never dreamt of behaving in this crude manner).
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:35 pm
Ivan didn't know why, but there was a faint pain when he looked at Yao. He...he didn't recall ever feeling it before. It was...almost sickening, actually, since it was there and would not go away. He didn't know what it was. However, it wasn't very bad so he wouldn't tell Yao about it.
"She not...um, allowed to stay with me," he murmured, trying to think through his words carefully. He wasn't sure how he could explain that Natalia wasn't allowed to be near him for a large amount of time. After all, it was his and her boss who had ruled this.
He was silent when Yao hugged him. That feeling was there again, a bit stronger than before. It...it was a horrible feeling. He wished he knew what it was.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:43 pm
Ludwig gave a soft sigh of relief when his brother answered, even if it was a rather rude way of doing so. He had been worried about why it took so long for the albino to answer. It wasn't like his brother to go anywhere without his cell. Then again, if he was medicated, he tended to be very out of character. In fact, he sometimes turned downright tame when he was drugged. Ludwig prayed that he was doing that rather then tormenting the poor Austrian.
"Are you feeling any better?" he asked softly, desiring to know how he was doing before he told him about the result of the meeting and the subsequent outcome of being stuck in London due to the storm.
He blinked when he heard the Austrian give a soft whine of Gilbert's name into the phone. Confused, he didn't know what to make of it. A faint blush stained his cheeks at the next thing and he froze. "W-what is going on?" he stuttered, feeling really awkward.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:48 pm
Of course. Yao remembered that, vaguely... Ivan had told him about this before; his contact with his sister had been cut off, for the most part. And the Asian could relate...
Well. It wasn't that he and Kiku weren't allowed to see one another... But there had been little to no contact for years. He knew how much it did hurt to not have his siblings with him. However, he didn't want to dwell on that... Though he and Ivan both shared that pain, it was still a pain, and a pain was never fun.
'Mm... I know, aru.' He murmured, sighing heavily as he clung to his friend in the rain. The Russian was cold... And so was the rain, but yet, Yao didn't mind it. It was an odd feeling... But he'd grown so used to not having anyone to hold, it seemed normal.
'So... We're to escort her, I assume, aru?' He looked up at the Russian, blinking the rain away.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:50 pm
Shifting a bit so he was more comfortable, Gilbert gave a soft chuckle. "A bit," he murmured. He was about to scold Ludwig over his worrying habits when he felt the Austrian move to stand behind him. He gave a soft blush, turning to look at the man suspiciously. He gasped softly when he was hugged around the neck. Roderich nuzzled slightly against his hair. His cheeks were growing redder by the moment.
"B-back off," he whispered, pulling the phone away a bit so Ludwig couldn't hear them.
Too late, however, since the Austrian started to whine and act really obscene. He was already too close. And now this? His eyes widened when he heard his brother's stuttered question. "Roderich. Back off. I don't know what you're up to, but quit," he ordered, cheeks feeling like they're burning. He knew he didn't sound stern.
He was mortified. Not only was Roderich starting this up again, but this time Ludwig knew about it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:57 pm
Ivan could feel that feeling easing again. It was still there, but not as strong as earlier. It was a dull ache, now. He still wished he knew what it was, though. But...he didn't want to worry Yao about what could be nothing. Or what could simply be his economy showing itself in a new way. After all, he never had his economy crash this badly before. His entire country was in shambles.
He felt content to have Yao hug him. He had never really liked it when Natalia clung to him, nor when Svitlana did. But...this was comfortable. Almost...comforting, in some way.
"Da..." he confirmed, casting a glance back toward the building. "Take to hotel or something. Storm bad. Not likely go home in this, if it like weather home. Airport shut down, guess," he murmured, recalling the storms he had gotten back in Moscow. Even rain could shut down the city, if it was bad enough. As well as wind. Especially snow, given the amount Moscow could suffer from in the winter.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 8:34 am
'Aw, you're no fun.' Roderich pouted, though he did as Gilbert asked. Or rather, ordered. 'Yes, master.' He grumbled a little as he pulled away, heading into the background in order to chuckle. Ah, it was fun to tease the albino... And having felt the man's burning blush was priceless. He'd not heard Ludwig's response, but at least he'd witnessed the ex-nation's... And that was enough to satisfy his cruel whim for now.
Of course, he guessed that he'd not be able to get away with it so easily this time, but any amount of tantrum or beating he had to endure was definitely worth the comedy value.
Humming a soft melody, the aristocrat busied himself with washing his own cup in order to keep himself otherwise occupied. It was difficult to stop himself indulging in the ex-nation's reactions to amuse him... And it was nice to have an upper hand for a change, no matter how brief.
'Love you, sweetie.' He cooed over his shoulder, grinning.
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'Alright. We'll take her to a hotel, aru.' Yao murmured, resting his head on the taller nation's chest. That much, he did not mind... It'd put Ivan's mind at rest, and Natalia would not bother them. No. That was the wrong thing to think. Yao supposed that he would have to befriend the more hostile of the two sisters... Just to make sure that she didn't try to kill him, at any rate. As for Ukraine... Yao hadn't heard much of her. Of course, Ivan had told him about her.
But perhaps befriending them was a bad idea, too. He didn't want for Ivan to get upset. After all, if Yao could freely talk to the two, and Ivan could not, then it could cause some sort of friction. Bad friction. He supposed it would be like Japan not speaking to him, but befriending the Russian and speaking solely to him instead. That would hurt just a little, too. Not to mention it would be a little offensive.
Looking up at the Russian again, Yao smiled with the attempt of warmth. 'Shall we go and get her, then, rather than cuddling in the rain, aru?' He murmured, gazing up at his best friend. 'I'm sure she'll be wondering where you got to, by now.' He supposed that he'd have to let go. But he really didn't want to. He definitely didn't want to.
Releasing his hold from around Ivan, he stepped back a little in order to take his hand with a gentle squeeze. 'Are you going to tell her about what happened, aru?' He asked in a softened tone, almost lost in the downpour.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 9:40 am
Flashing the Austrian a dirty look that was dulled considerably due to the strong blush on his cheeks, the Prussian turned his attention back to his brother. How was he going to explain Roderich's complete out of character behaviour to someone who had only seen him act like an aristocrat? Especially someone who knew that he tended to lie often, and was very random when medicated. Oh, ********. Why did Roderich have to pull this when he was talking to Ludwig of all people?
"Uh...um...I have no clue what that was about..." he mumbled, cheeks feeling very hot still. There was a very slim chance of his brother believing him, but maybe he would drop it out of sheer awkwardness.
He flashed another dirty look at the Austrian at his last comment, still dulled by his blush.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 9:51 am
Blinking through the rain, the Russian gave a slight nod. "Da. Hotel best," he murmured, knowing that it would probably be a struggle to leave without her. And, if his suspicion was correct in that she was jealous over the Asian, it would be all the more difficult to leave with Yao. But...he didn't want to leave Yao. It was selfish, he knew, but he was a selfish person.
At the Asian's question, a light blush tinged Ivan's cheeks. Again, it was only evident due to his paleness. "Da," he murmured, wondering if they really were 'cuddling'. He supposed that they were, to an observer. But to themselves? He didn't know what to call it.
Pausing when Yao questioned him about what he would tell Natalia, he bit his lip slight. "Nyet. Not worry her. Already troubled. Not need her feel guilty." He didn't want her to feel like it was her fault that he got hurt, even if it technically was. He just didn't know how he could hide the mark on his face from where the Lithuanian punched him.
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