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High-functioning Ladykiller
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 Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 5:44 pm
Arthur shook his head, feeling a bit frustrated. He gently took her hand from the door, shutting it and moving to lean against it so she couldn't leave. Realizing he still had her hand, a light blush finally dusted his cheeks and he let go, averting his gaze again.
"I know you are used to this weather, Seychelles, and I don't doubt that if that was the only thing, you would be fine," he murmured, trying to explain in a way she would be sure to understand him.
"However, the city is truly shutting down. London has been built to handle heavy rainfall. Now, it is flooding. My people are panicking. It's them who are the ones I'm afraid of at this point, not the storm. Until it calms, they will panic. Until they calm, I won't let anyone out of this house."
It was a bit embarrassing to speak of his people as ignorant and panicking, but it was the truth. Not for everyone, mind, but enough that there was a clear danger. Also, if enough of his people feared something, ultimately it caused himself some irrational alarm, as well. The storm was making him a bit unsettled.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 5:52 pm
"I can swim," Angelique retorted, "And I'm not a baby anymore. Let me go."
She was frustrated and wanted out of the house now. It wasn't fair to her that she was stuck in the house of the one nation she cared about more than she should. It wasn't fair that she had to fall in love with him. They barely spoke when she was his colony and they barely spoke after she became independant. Why, out of all times, was he choosing to keep her locked up now.
"Your people are not my problem, England. I want out. Now." Angelique demanded, looking at him with burning look in her eyes.
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 6:18 pm
Grabbing out his key chain, he locked the door and put the keys back in his pocket, moving away from the door. He walked over to the balcony door, opening it and stepping outside. Leaning on the railing, he glanced through the bars that went from the base of the balcony to the overhang. The white metal looked far less entrapping, becoming more of an appearance of protection. If only due to the distance from the balcony and the wooden decking below.
Due to the almost horizontal angle of the rain, the Briton quickly became soaked again as he stared out into the gloom, unable to make out anything. Most likely, his garden would be ruined due to the flooding.
Moving so he was sitting on the railing, facing the doors, he met the gaze of Seychelles. "I know you are not a baby, nor even a child. And while my people are not your problem, they are a danger to you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you got hurt."
Shifting so he was sitting sideways on the railing with one of his legs resting in front of him, he sighed softly and went back to looking out in the storm. Arthur bit down the slightly nauseating fear the storm was giving him, his green eyes a bit haunted in appearance. "Please, just stay here," he murmured, not able to tear his eyes from the flashes of lightning.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 6:37 pm
Stepping out into the rain, Seychelles looked up at the sky. The rain, no matter how strong or violent it seemed, always brought calm to her. She thought about Arthur's words. He cared for her slightly, which was a surprise to her, but it was mainly guilt that would end up eating him.
Still looking up at the sky, she watched the lighting flashes with a great deal of slight amusement. Sighing, she shifted her gaze over to Arthur.
"I'm not your problem anymore. Why do you act like you care?" Angelique asked, scoffing to herself, turning her attention back to the rain, "It's not like I'm an incredibly important nation. The world can handle losing a nation or two. Besides, I'd just end up at sea."
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 7:27 pm
Listening to her speak, Arthur got back down onto his feet. Feeling restless due to the storm, he paced slightly. Biting his lip, he stopped his movement before it became noticeable, leaning his elbows against the railing and staring through the bars silently.
Scoffing softly as she spoke, the Briton shook his head. "Oh, yes. The only reason Britannica would care about anyone is if they are his problem," he retorted sarcastically, standing straight again. "How could such a mighty empire possibly care about anyone? Oh, wait. That's right... I'm a fallen nation, dependent on the new superpower." There was bitterness in his tone as he stared out into the storm.
The flash of lightning broke his small fit and his eyes lost their fire, returning to give the slight haunted appearance again. Resting his hands on the wet railing, he stared down at them quietly. "Even important nations can be overlooked. Even superpowers fall into obscurity. Even the heartless, as people regard me, can look around and care about the unimportant, as you call them," he murmured faintly. "Too many people around me have vanished into the sea, Seychelles..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 5:58 am
Feeling ashamed, Seychelles, in an action that surprised herself, placed a hand on Arthur's cheek and made him look at her. She felt bad when she saw the haunted look in his eyes.
"Even the strongest nations fall once and a while. It depends on your will to get up and recover," She murmured, giving him a rare smile, "I'm not scared to vanish into the sea. Maybe it's for the better."
Letting her hand fall away, she took a step back and looked up at the sky again, wondering about her status as a nation. She wasn't that important, only so when the Axis and Allies battled on her island during WWI. Now that she was independant, she was always overlooked and never got to speak.
Arthur wasn't a fallen nation, that much she was certain of. He was stronger than she ever could be. She couldn't even help out during the wars, despite all her fellow colonies doing so. She was weak and couldn't declare independance until after all the wars. Thanking whatever deity was up in the sky, Angelique let her tears fall, knowing they blended in with the falling rain.
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 7:22 am
Gilbert kept his face downcast as the Austrian began helping get him untangled from the blanket. When he fell, he must have flailed and gotten the cloth beyond twisted around his legs. He was so focused on trying to get himself free that he had only just noticed the slight brush against his hand when Roderich pulled away nervously and spoke.
Glancing over at the Austrian, Gilbert gave a slight smirk. "You're acting like a mouse, Specs," he commented loosely, finally succeeding in kicking the blanket free. "You're really jumpy around me. It's like you think I'm gonna hit you."
At that thought, the Prussian fell quiet and pondered silently. With his head clearing from the fall, he couldn't help but wonder if that was what Roderich really did think.
Sitting cross-legged, Gilbert watched the aristocrat move about. He was looking for any hint that might explain the nervousness Roderich had around him. Was it because of his crush? Or...or was it because he was afraid of a violent response?
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Talking steadily and slowly to the receptionist, Ivan tried his best to keep his accent mild and his words clear. Already, there was an obvious indication of a language barrier between them. She kept having him repeat his words, unable to make sense of them through his accent.
After what seemed like ages, he managed to get across that he wanted a suite with two rooms. He was beginning to become frustrated, but his smile or cheerful-sounding voice never faltered...nor met his eyes, which stayed chillingly blank.
As a second thought, he wondered if she was too busy focusing on his eyes than trying to figure out his words. If so, that would be quite irritating. And likely, considered the girl seemed rather jumpy, too.
Now, to work on getting the clothes for Yao sent up. This would probably not take as long since Greece had already mentioned it, apparently, but the girl seemed rather foolish.
As he was speaking, he motioned over to the two to illustrate. He felt a wave of irritation fill him at the sight of the Asian and the Greek so close, biting it down without a word or expression into the matter.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 9:08 am
'... M'kay.' The way Heracles had worded that made it much easier to process for the Asian. So they were in a hotel? That was good. He had no clue as to why they'd needed to get to a place like this... Maybe it was because he -Yao- was too sick to travel, and the other two had decided to escort him to a place to rest for the evening. Well, that was nice of them.
Hang on. Hadn't Heracles also asked about his welfare? Perhaps he should answer that... Deciding to answer positively -hopefully this would stop the smothering behaviour of the other two (although it was nice that they worried, there was a line between caring and being overbearing)- Yao glanced up, smiling. 'Am fine... R-really, 'ru. Feelin' right as rain in Spain, azzey say, heh... Heheh-' Glancing up at the Greek, Yao could guess that he'd not buy that at all... Seeing the disbelief in the man's eyes confirmed such, which only made the Asian feel bad for trying to fib.
'Ivan... Bookin' room, 'ru?' Asking this after a few moments of silence, Yao shifted in the seat to lean against the Mediterranean with a softened whine. 'Won't... Take long, righ'-tchoo! ... R-right...?' Jolting a little as he sneezed again, Yao rubbed at his face with his sleeve,before nuzzling into his friend, using him as a very successful light-shield, finding comfort in the dark, though the warmth was a little too much and eventually he found himself drawing away in order to glance around for Ivan, finding that the Russian was right where he'd been before... Was something wrong? Had they run out of rooms or did Ivan not have enough money? It would be worrying if the first part was true... And the second too, as although the sickly male had offered to help pay or foot the entire bill, his friend had refused point-blank, and there wasn't much more Yao could do in this state. He wouldn't be able to keep up with a debate, even if his argument was valid.
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Hoping to God that Gilbert's comment had been just that -a comment- and not a threat, Roderich settled himself down on the edge of the bed, watching the albino with a slight wariness in his eyes. Not because he didn't trust him, no... It was a fear of offending or upsetting the German that had the aristocrat so tightly-wound, like a tense spring. He guessed that treating his friend like a glass figurine was probably going to irk him quite a bit but Roderich was unsure as to what else he could do in this situation. It was... For lack of a better word, awkward for the Austrian.
'You're no stranger to hitting me every now and again, Gilbert.' Allowing a little smile to lift his features, he leant forward until his chin rested on his interlocked fingers, propping himself up by his elbows, which stood upon his knees. 'Then again, I could say that about alot of nations.' That was true. Nations he trusted well, like Hungary, had also pulvarised him when he was younger and he was still fine with her... But Gilbert was a different case. Though was he? They were friends now, after all... And Roderich had felt comfortable with Elizabeta when they'd first started to get along with one another, so why wasn't this the same? There were emotions, yes, but in an ideal world, that shouldn't stop him and Gilbert getting along well. He just... Well. It just wasn't an ideal world.
'... I'm not entirely sure what to say, Gilbert. I've said and done too much already.' Murmuring this after a few minutes, his gaze fell to the floor. He felt like a failure for not being able to communicate better with the ex-nation... Then again, the both of them were very different.
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 5:30 pm
Blinking, Arthur let her turn his face and met her gaze. Briefly. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling weak with what they might tell her. He felt so pathetic... So damaged and broken beyond repair. And he was. He had been betrayed far too many times and he had seen far too much calamity. He had done too much sinning and was suffering the repercussions, too.
" 'Once and a while' ..." he repeated, voice soft. If only it was that easy. He had ruled the world. Well, a quarter of it, which was more than any other nation had in the past. Now, all he really had was his the land under his own name, England. It had been a constant loss after he lost Alfred.
Her hand dropped from his face and he turned to look back at his hands, flinching slightly as a loud crack of thunder split the air. "I can't stand losing more to the sea, Seychelles..." he whispered softly, staring out into the blackness. "I'm sick of losing people I care about..."
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Sitting cross-legged, the Prussian looked up and bit his lip slightly. He noticed the unease in the aristocrat, and it made him feel uncomfortable. Possibly as close to guilty as he could get. He wasn't able to feel guilty... Only to God would he admit guilt.
Before he knew it, his hand had wound itself around his pendant again. He froze in his actions but then allowed it, relishing in the comfort it brought him. It wasn't his Faith that calmed him, nor the memory of the person who gave it to him. It was the repetitiveness that the action brought him. It was familiar, which was comforting.
Gilbert looked away as the aristocrat spoke. Letting his hand drop, he weakly got to his feet, fighting back the head rush the action caused him. Mussing his hair wearily, the Prussian smiled slightly. "I should go home... I've imposed long enough. You shouldn't have to deal with me when I'm sick," he murmured, not looking at the Austrian. He felt as if Roderich didn't trust him or want him around.
Faking a grin, he glanced over. "Heh. My birdie stayed home and is probably wondering where his supper is, ja?"
{Going to wait for Greece to reply before posting as Russia..}
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 5:40 pm
"I wouldn't mind getting lost at sea,"Angelique mused darkly, still looking at the sky, "It sounds so much more...peaceful..."
She completely missed the part where Arthur said he was sick of losing people he cared about. Seychelles was a very depressed country, although she didn't show it as much. She found herself with two images of who she really was and was torn between them.
The first image was the one all the nations saw, her happy, bubbly personality. This was part of who she was, but she just never found the will to smile like she meant it. It was if this side of her was completely fake and hid her true image in order to keep it safe.
The second image was her own personal hell, the darkness inside of her heart that said the world was better off without her. This was the part that kept her from finding out what it was like to be happy. She didn't know how to get rid of it or how to stop her inner demons from hurting her anymore.
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:06 pm
Not able to handle this conversation anymore, the Briton stood straight and went back inside, soaked to his very bones. He bypassed everything, going straight to his bedside table, unlocking the drawer and taking out the bottle of brandy.
Taking off the cap with a bit of difficulty due to his wet hands, he tossed the cap back into the drawer and sat down on the wood floor, looking at the bottle blankly. With one smooth motion, he put it to his lips and tipped back a large gulp, the alcohol burning his throat soothingly.
Feeling pitiful about his alcoholism, he couldn't stop himself from taking another swig of the fiery liquid. Arthur stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning his back against the wall. He silently took another gulp of the brandy, staring blankly, his eyes seeing only the past.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:12 pm
Walking into the bedroom, Seychelles knelt in front of Arthur and took the bottle from him, placing it beside her and doing something she probably would regret. She hugged him again. Wrapping her arms around his head, she rested it against her chest, her head resting on top of his.
"I'm sorry..." She murmured softly, "I'm so sorry..."
Seychelles wasn't a stupid girl. She knew about a lot of things that many nations didn't think she knew. She knew that Alfred and Arthur had a war, which must have hurt the latter nation more than it did the former. She knew of his days as a pirate and of every war he was in.
Sighing, she rested her chin on top of his head, murmuring, "You had to give up a lot...I never realized how much until now..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:47 am
'Since when've you worried about imposing?' Smiling wryly as he looked up to catch the Prussian's glance, Roderich also stood, folding his arms. 'Don't be foolish. Your bird knows where I live... And probably will look here for you later if he gets very hungry. That, and you're still sick, so you're not going anywhere. I promised your brother that I'd look after you and I intend to stick to that... Besides, you can't go out in that.' Indicating towards the pyjamas that Gilbert wore with one eyebrow raised, the aristocrat tilted his head. 'And your other clothes are in the washing machine... And I'm sure you'd despise having to borrow any of my 'foppish' outfits, ja?'
Of course, Roderich had thousands of reasons -well, maybe that was overexaggerating- for the ex-nation to stay... And he wasn't afraid to sit and recite them all. Well, perhaps not all of them, but a great deal of them. Approaching the albino with a softened look in his eyes, Roderich reached to take the man's hand, biting his bottom lip a little as a heavy blush rose on his face. 'Uhm... I don't want you to go, either.' Admitting this quetly, he lifted his gaze to look at his friend's face.
It was difficult, especially seeming as most of his unease was due to the fact that he was scared of offending or pushing Gilbert away... And it seemed that, right now, that was what was happening. It had been a long while since the aristocrat had entertained guests, and if this one left... Then he'd feel awfully lonely. Not only that, but there were emotional ties as well. Of course, he knew that there was a point where Gilbert would go home, but... He'd not expected it to be so soon.
'I'm sure your bird can look after himself, just for tonight, right...? Please stay.'
((Fairy snuff.~ I'll ask Keeay later about it.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:21 pm
At the response from the Asian, the Greek smiled in relief. Hopefully it would mean Yao was feeling better.. Although the Chinese man had stated that he felt fine, it was easy to see that he wasn't. However, keeping silent about this - contesting the fact would most likely only upset the superpower - Heracles answered the next question that came from the Asian. "Yes, Russia's booking it now.. And no it shouldn't take too long, but they may have to sort out the dry clothes for you. But not to worry.. Are you comfortable, here?"
Noticing the Chinese nation's obvious aversion towards the light, the Mediterranean nation shifted slightly, allowing his shadow to fall over the smaller figure in an attempt to ease his friend's pain. It was a little awkward, sure, but if it were to make Yao feel even a little better, he would be appeased.
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 11:59 am
Alfred looked confused for a moment before letting out a giggle then a snort of laughter.
"Psh! Dummy! I'm gonna help ya no matter what! You are one of my best friends, you need help, I'm there! Got it?" He said happily.
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