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Post by Seychelles on Jun 12, 2012 10:47:17 GMT -5
(( i apologise for the crappy name. I dunno what to put...))
Seychelles climbed up to the top of the bunk bed and fell lazily down on her new bed. It was much more comfortable than her old one but less homely. Seychelles has always been sleeping on a rag on the floor a her life. There was only once when one night, France was babysitting seychelles and he allowed her to sleep on the cloth thats hangs from one pole to another which she never knew the name of it. She was afraid that a monster would attack her at night, as soon as she laid down on it, she felt safer and higher from the ground. She loved that feeling.
Seychelles unpacked her stuff on the bed. She was'nt a very neat person thats whyshe threw her stuff all over the place. Seychelles accidentely threw her book down the bunk bed.
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Post by Argentina on Jun 13, 2012 6:37:39 GMT -5
Argentina had been walking down the catwalk-like floor, where all the bunk beds were lined up, one by one. She was holding a large box that took both of her arms to hold. In it was some fresh laundry, as she had just cleaned any bloodstains off of her clothes. Tina wasn't sharing her bunk with anyone yet, or at least, not that she knew of. She expected to return to her quiet bunk, put away her stuff, and maybe lay down for a nap.
However, what Argentina saw when arriving to her bunk was far from her usual bed. It was hidden underneath many strips of clothing, thrown about without a care. The sight nearly made Tina drop the box in her arms. Her jaw dropped open and she quickly fumbled to catch the cardboard box before it dropped. "W-what happened here?!" She cried out, swinging around to face the figure... but stopping herself from going into a rage, when she noticed, the nation who had messed up her tidy bunk bed... was only a young girl. She was pretty, dark skin, a light blue dress, and dark hair tied together over both of her shoulders with red ribbons.
Argentina frowned and shifted to face the mess again. "U-um... any reason why.. you're throwing all of your luggage all over my bed...?" Clearly, Tina hadn't gotten the memo that she was to be sharing her bunk with another nation. One whom she didn't recognize one bit, at that. She had expected to share it with someone eventually, after all, all of the other nations were forced to share. Some of them with countries they didn't get along with. Tina just wished she would've been able to share her bunk with someone she had been introduced to already...
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 13, 2012 7:22:52 GMT -5
As soon as she heard a person talking to her, Seychelles looked down. She realise that it was a black long haired girl with a little part of her hair pleaded. Seychelles looked down, soon to realise that she threw all her clothes all over the place. Immediatley, she climbed down from the top of the bunk to pick up her clothes.
"Um I'm so sorry!! I did'nt mean to mess up the place!! I was just trying to find something in my bag!" Seychelles apologised to the country while picking up her clothes from the ground. She glanced at the nation. The nation sounded very mature but was almost shorter than her. Stopping herself from thinking that way, Seychelles continued to pick up her stuff. Once her hands were full, she threw everything up her bed and continued to pick up the other things that were not clothes up.
Seychelles looked up at the fellow nation."Im Seychelles, your bunkmate," Seychelles said while picking up a book," I suppose England has told you a few days ago that I was going to bunkmate right?"
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Post by Argentina on Jun 13, 2012 7:47:14 GMT -5
Tina watched the younger nation begin to pick up her clothes off her floor. "Ah. Yeah, no..." Argentina rolled her eyes and huffed. "England hates me... so.. he doesn't care to fill me in on stuff before thrusting me into a possibly life-changing situation..."
Argentina wanted to say something like 'The obnoxious British bastard' after her sentence... but since she wasn't sure what relationship Seychelles had with England.. she tried to avoid doing so. She didn't want to ruin her chances with becoming friendly with her apparent new bunkmate by saying the wrong thing, after all, this was someone she was probably going to be living with for a while from here on out. Tina only hoped she would be more careful with where she put her clothes in the near future. One thing that Argentina inherited from Germany, other than a German-influenced military; she's a neat-freak.
In a warehouse, people were bound to bump into eachother often. This is why, ever since she arrived, Tina was trying her best to avoid making any enemies... other than the countries she was already on bad terms with before this whole zombie thing started. England tends to be the one who really gets under her skin. There were lots of things she disliked - maybe even hated England for in the past. Gentlemen her right foot! The guy holds the worst grudges of anyone she's ever met.
Argentina felt like she'd heard the name Seychelles before... maybe from France? Like Seychelles, Tina was relatively close with him... when she wasn't trying not to punch his lights out for being totally creepy. On the bright side, France hates England too. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'.
"...Anyway..." Tina said finally, "I'm sure England has already told you who I am, but my name is Argentina." She set her box of laundry down on the lower bunk. Argentina assumed that was the one she was to be taking, since Seychelles seemed to have claimed the top for herself already. Usually Tina coordinated between top and bottom, since she had noone she was sharing her bunk with until now. Argentina liked the top bunk, but she didn't mind taking bottom either, if that is what Seychelles wanted.
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 13, 2012 8:09:30 GMT -5
Seychelles smiled at Argentina. " England never told me your name yet. Before he wanted to tell me your name, France came to greet me, but then they started to fight. And before you knew it, England was stomping of while France was laughing at him." Seychelles giggled. She could tell by the looks on her bunkmates face that she was not really good friends with that scone-eating country. But Seychelles did'nt mind, she always fought with England and usually wins.
After picking up the last item, she climbed up the bed and went to sort out her stuff. Seychelles was excited to have a bunkmate. Argentina was one of the first few countries she have met as soon as she got here. Seychelles heard the name Argentina before from France. When France was still babysitting her, he always told her about all the countries he met.
"Actually, it was France who told me about you. That was very long time ago. Heeheehee." Seychelles smiled at Argentina
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Post by Argentina on Jun 13, 2012 8:22:04 GMT -5
Argentina's eyebrows raised with a look of sudden interest. England and France were always fighting. Again, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'. Despite finding him disgusting in general, Tina appreciated that.
"...Oh. Francia told you about me?" Argentina sighed, shaking her head. She sat down on the edge of her bed and began sorting through her clothes, putting them away in their respective places. "Yeah... well.. I guess you could call France and I..." Tina swallowed hard. "...friends..."
As she said this word, her lips pursed as though she had just tasted something sour. Argentina thought of France as a friend, it's true... but it still doesn't mean she doesn't think he's a creepy pervert too. Same with Prussia, although she was close to Prussia as well, due to knowing his brother, Germany. No matter what Spain says against it, the other two of the Bad Touch Trio are creepy perverts, in Tina's mind. End of story. Perhaps Spain is just too blissfully sweet and jovial to realize it... or maybe he noticed it, but just doesn't want to believe that the BTT would ever go any farther than fantasies.
Spain was constantly saying that France and Prussia are 'really nice guys, honest!'. Doesn't make them any less of perverts in Argentina's eyes, though.
"So," Argentina started, lifting her gaze from the clothes set in her lap and looking up at Seychelles. "What relationship do you have with France then?" Clearly, Tina was trying to make some sort of conversation. She gave a small smile. It was rare to see Argentina trying to truly be friendly with people... but that's mostly because most countries are men. Tina is constantly surrounded by men. Even her military was made up of more men than women, and before that, it was completely men, and absolutely no women. Argentina just finds talking to girls to be easier.
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 13, 2012 8:38:38 GMT -5
" Eh? Relationship?" Seychelles thought for a while and answered, "In the past, he was like a brother to me, but now we're just friends." Seychelles always though of France as a brother, until she grew older and find him a pervert. Seychelles continued, " France is THIS distgusting." while pointing to her tongue she just sticked out.
She remember that france tried to grope her lots of time. She was disgusted. But she remembered all the time France took care of her and that sort of "cured" her. Then Seychelles remember that Argentina did not really like England due to the fact that Argentina pressed a lot when she said "England"
"So, " Seychelles said staring at Argentina, " whats your relationship with England??" Clearly, she knew that Argentina dislikes England and she wants to find out what it was.
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Post by Argentina on Jun 13, 2012 8:46:20 GMT -5
Argentina frowned at Seychelles' retort about England. "...Err.." She looked down, kicking her feet back and forth, since they barely touched the floor. "Honestly... he's a jackass. We've had a few wars before..." Tina gave a sigh at remembering what the Falkland War turned into. Her dictatorship. Her home had been ruled by dicators several times in the past, with intervals of normal presidency in between. Argentina was forced to do things she didn't want to ever have to partake in. Beating poor innocent people senseless with no reason, arresting people who had done no wrong, soldiers robbing people. There was no justice. It was all to intimidate. It was all just to intimidate. Tina hated that she had to participate. Her boss would've been very... very angry if she had refused.
Argentina looked back up at Seychelles, a small dimness in her eyes as these memories returned to her. "...Point is.. England is just... a jerk. We're constantly fighting on the battlefield... and when not on the battlefield, we're arguing." She shrugged her shoulders as though it didn't bother her.
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 13, 2012 8:58:22 GMT -5
Seychelles realised she must've brought back some old memories for Argentina. Worried that she make it worse, Seychelles replied, " You really think so?? Same here." She took a breathe and continued," he went to snip some sort of collar on me and self-declared that I was his country. That jackass thought that by putting a collar on me I was rightfully his..."
Seychelles played with her hair, then started to change the subject, "Hey,do you have siblings??"
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Post by Argentina on Jun 13, 2012 9:02:40 GMT -5
Argentina sat up straight and went back to folding her clothes and putting them away, not looking up at Seychelles again. "Siblings? Nah... well.. I do have some of Spain's other colonies... I think of them as siblings, but we're not really related. Then there's Italy and Romano. Oh, and Spain's like a big brother..." She paused with a thoughtful look on her face. "...I never thought about it until now, but I really don't think I have any real siblings."
Tina shrugged and set aside the clothes, leaning back horizontally on her bed and crossing her legs comfortably.
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 13, 2012 9:35:31 GMT -5
"Well thats good... The only 'sibling' i had was..." Seychelles gulped,"....France"
Seychelles notice that the smell of blood was near. Seychelles soon climbed down her bed and realise that the smell of blood was coming from the neatly placed clothes. The smell was a little faint and smelled like blood that has been dried up for a month.
"Hey Agentina?" Seychelles asks," why is there a smell of blood coming from ur clothes??"
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Post by Argentina on Jun 13, 2012 9:38:41 GMT -5
Argentina lifted her head slightly. "Hm? Oh. Zombies, of course... you get blood all over yourself when you fight those.. creatures..." She sighed. "Jeez, the smell hasn't been taken out?" Tina sat up straight. "I just cleaned them too.." Argentina picked up one of her white button-up shirts and held it close to her face. She didn't even need to sniff to realize just how rank they still smelled, even after a good cleaning.
Argentina quickly pulled away and set them back down, gagging. "Maldita sea..." She groaned, shaking her head. "I'll have to clean them all over again later..."
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 13, 2012 9:47:43 GMT -5
"Aw you poor thing," Seychelles said and then hugged her, "Don worry! I'll help you out with the cleaning.". Seychelles lets go of Argentina and went up her bed. She pulled out a packet of half eaten fish crackers under her pillow and climbed down. She gently pushed the fish crackers to Argentina. " One some?? They're good." Seychelles grinned at her new friend.
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Post by Argentina on Jun 13, 2012 9:58:26 GMT -5
Argentina's whole body tensed up as suddenly being hugged. She blinked a few times, a look of confusion on her face, before Seychelles pulled away. It felt weird being called a "poor thing" by a nation who was, most-likely, younger than her. Next thing she knew, Seychelles shoved a bag in her face. Tina looked up at Seychelles' face. She looked serious. Argentina figured it would be rude to deny her... kind.. offer, and gently took a handful out. "Gracias." She thanked and looked down at the fish shapes in her palm.
You could say that Argentina had never seen anything like them before. She just hoped that these crackers were just in the shape of fish, and not actually made out of fish. Tina sighed and tilted her head back, sprinkling the crackers into her mouth at once. She chewed a bit. Salty. They weren't bad, the were just salty. Argentina usually preferred sweet things, like the pastries she would bake back home. Nothing beats Argentine pastries and asado. Those were her favorite foods by far.
Argentina swallowed and waited for it to all go down before looking back at Seychelles. "They're good." She said with a tender smile. "Oh, and you really don't have to help me with my cleaning. I wouldn't want to bother you with chores I should be doing myself, after all."
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 13, 2012 10:19:52 GMT -5
Seychelles smiled. She was glad that Argentina liked it. It was very popular in her country as it was salty and crunchy at the same time. After she heard her bunkmate speak, Seychelles replied, "Fine Argentina, since you insist." Seychelles climbed up her bed and took out an old book to read.
Seychelles was glad that she was bunkmates with a girl. Even though Argentina was older than her, she was very comfortable with her. Usually she would panick whenever she sees a older person other than France and England. She realised that all her life she never mingled with a female country before. She felt an acomplishement in her life.
Seychelles knew that they were going to very close friends
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