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Post by [x] Spain on Jun 26, 2012 21:13:33 GMT -5
The smell of the cooking fish made Spain's mouth watering, reminding him he had yet to eat.
"I'm on it~" With his usual smile, he searched through the drawers for the properly sized knife. Eventually, he found the correct one and began cutting through the huge melon with it (although it required some effort). "I think I'm going to put the extra in the fridge - if there is any more left after breakfast." He softly laughed, chopping up some and throwing it into a large bowl. After all, little cubes go farther than huge slices.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 26, 2012 21:30:44 GMT -5
"Thank you Spain. And the fish is done." Norway said as he turned off the gas stove and placed the seasoned fish on two plates. The nordic country walked to the table and placed the plates on the table and he sat down and grabbed silverware. He looked at the watermelon that was in the bowl and it looked delicious to him. His mouth felt like it was watering. He was very hungry at the moment.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 1, 2012 22:10:38 GMT -5
Spain's mouth was watering like crazy at that point. Not only because it smelled delicious, but also because when he was hard at work, he kind of ignored his health.
Like he was currently doing. Although he wouldn't let it show, he worked really all day long to keep the warehouse up and running and would only break for about ten minutes for a quick siesta. Even though he had more helpers (he's like to call them underlings), that didn't mean he could stop working. Plus, it wasn't in his nature to just sit by and let someone else do the work for him. He'd have to be right there, almost doing it for them instead.
Bringing over the watermelon, he set the huge bowl on the table and sat down and took a piece of the fish. But before he could eat, there was just one thing he had to do.
Quickly making the sign of the cross, he folded his hands and sent up a quick prayer under his breath. "Bénedic, Dómine, nos et haec tua dona quae de tua largitate sumus sumpturi. Per Christum Dóminum nostrum. Amen." Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts which we are about to recieve. Through Christ our Lord. Amen. "Thank you for the food~" Without further ado, he dug right into the meal, savoring every delicious bite.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jul 1, 2012 22:18:06 GMT -5
Norway started eating as soon as Spain started praying...at least he thought Spain was praying. From what he made out it sounded like a prayer.The nordic country sighed a bit, he never really understood religion. Yes he embraced it at one point, but that was just for the money. As the shorter country continuedto eat, he decided to eat some of the watermelon that was on the table. He grabbed a piece and took a bite. It was really good, it was sweet and juicy. "Thank you for the water melon Spain." Norway said to the other politely.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 4, 2012 23:07:56 GMT -5
In between mouthfuls, Spain managed to get something out along the lines of: "No problemo! It was the least I could do." Licking his lips, he pounced like a cat, attacking the bowl of watermelon. The second he bit into the juicy fruit, he was in heaven. He moaned a bit, blissfully enjoying the taste and texture of the melon. It was SUCH a good thing he worked in gardens all the time; he knew exactly how to tell when a watermelon was just perfectly ripe.
And boy, did it pay off well.
He was just about to go for another cube when a sudden thought hit him. "Oh, Nor! That's right! I meant to tell you earlier!" With a beaming smile, he clapped his hands together. "I got word from Eyebrows that Dinamarca - ah, Denmark, that is - should be arriving soon." Although before the other Nordic could celebrate, he held up his hand. "I don't know exactly when, though. He didn't tell me that. Just that he is on his way."
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Post by [x] Norway on Jul 4, 2012 23:24:46 GMT -5
Norway's eyes widened. "H-he is?" Norway asked loudly. He couldnt belive what he was hearing. His best friend...the guy he had known ever since he was born...was safe and coming...he felt a weight lifted from his chest, but he felt...a little sad. He was in love with someone else now...what would the other nation think of that? Norway didnt know and didnt want to know right now....he just wanted to be happy again....maybe Denmark would be happy for him...he hoped so.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 5, 2012 10:42:22 GMT -5
Reaching for another piece of watermelon, Spain blew some of his hair out of his eyes; it was getting a bit too long now that he was so busy, he couldn't spend time on his appearance. "Si! Again, according to Eyebrows, he should be arriving anytime soon. So keep an eye out for him."
Frustrated with how his bangs kept just barely slipping into his eyes, he smiled sheepishly. "Noruega, would you happen to have a clip or something? I need to borrow it just until I can cut my hair again. It grows too fast."
((AAAAAH! For some reason, I'm writing like I'm ready to tie up/finish this thread! ;A; Maybe the clip/hair issue can help... But I can also totally see Spain completely ignoring the fact his hair is growing too long just because he's constantly running around making sure everything is OK. And now that I think about it, Groundskeepers are kind of like everyone's babysitters. XD))
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