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Post by Argentina on Jul 26, 2012 6:47:00 GMT -5
A hand shot up and Argentina impatiently waved in the air, like a student in class who was desperate to answer a question before anyone else. "I call punching England~!" She chimed in before letting her arm drop, tilting her head back and downing her refilled glass in one big swallow.
Big mistake.
Barely after she swallowed were the chills back again, this time as more of a burning sensation, and made Argentina tremble. From Tina's mouth came a little squeak, that might've been a hiccup. Even the hiccup was enough to knock her clean over, onto her back. Then, only silence...
After a good few seconds of lying on Scotland's bed, motionless, Argentina jolted up into a sitting position, a grin on her face. "Man, that is good stuff! Forget eating, when I get home, I'm drinking more of this stuff!" She paused and bit down on her lower lip. "...Well. Maybe some pastries wouldn't hurt either... I've missed my delicious baked delights..." The thought of something sweet made her lick her lips.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jul 26, 2012 11:33:33 GMT -5
"Puffin..." Norway mumbled half joking. He felt a little woozy at the moment. "It will be my brothers apoligy dinner to me for not being here..." the Nordic poured himself another drink and gulped it down. He still felt guilty for not searching hard enough for his little brother.
He laughed bitterly, and sloshed his drink around. "Stupid Ice..." he mumbled as he chugged down his shot. Finally he felt that buzz that comes when he drinks so much. He smirked and felt something old inside of him pop out. Wt first Norway knew he shouldn't be acting like this, but when it all came out he wondered why did he even care in the first place?!
Norway grabbed the shot glass and smashed it to the ground. He then grabbed the entire bottle of the drink and chugged it down until he only had a bit left. "Det er flekken!!!!(that hits the spot)" he cried out smiling.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 26, 2012 15:35:23 GMT -5
Scotland wanted to punch England? Did he really dislike his brother that much? Now Argentina wanted to help? Canada felt like he had missed something. What had England ever done to them? Maybe it was just sibling rivalry, sometimes he wanted to hit America as well, he could be so annoying.
"I don't know what I would eat, everything I could ever want is here." They had the ingrediants to make pancakes, and it wasn't like he was going to die without maple syrup on them. Besides, he had already brought some with him.
He finished the last of the whiskey in his glass and grabbed the bottle to refill it. He started to feel more and more dizzy, and his hands shook as he refilled the glass. 'It's just because I'm so tired, that must be the reason I feel funny.' thought Canada.
When Norway smashed his glass on the ground, he jumped a little. It had made such a loud noise. He turned toward Norway and suggested "I think you should calm down Norway." He sweeped the glass into a small pile with his bare hands. Not a very good idea, but it was better than leaving glass all over the place.
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Post by Scotland on Jul 27, 2012 11:33:09 GMT -5
"Cheers, Tina!" Scotland toasted her with his shotglass before throwing it down his throat just as she did. He watched her fall back on his bed and figured if she wasn't back up in a few minutes he'd just roll on her side so she wouldn't choke if she got sick, tuck her in and let her sleep there. There was a perfectly good bunk up above, regardless of whether France was in it or not.
When Norway smashed his shotglass against the floor, the redhead only called out a cheer for him, having to grab a bottle of rum since Canada took the whiskey bottle. He struggled a bit to refill his glass with a bottle that didn't want to hold still. The Viking nations were always fun to drink with, especially Norway. When Norway stopped raiding him, they'd married their royalty together and celebrated heartily. Oh, and then Scotland had taken some islands from him. Because he could.
As Canada dutifully cleaned up the broken glass like the considerate nation he was, Scotland only laughed. "Nar /no/, Norway's only celebratin', lad!"
As Argentina sat back up and rattled off her desired meal, he looked over the bottles along the edge of his bed and offered her a bottle of vodka. If she enjoyed the whiskey, she might as well try the assortment.
"So young lad be happy wit' what he got, Norway be wantin' ta eat a bird, an' th' lass be wanting sweets." He mulled that over a bit. "I be wantin' some haggis. I should make some here. Ye'd like that, aye, lad?"
He grinned at the young nation who was also effectively his younger brother, or his nephew, one of those.
[Hoping to take this opportunity to explore and share more between the characters, maybe a little history, their hopes and dreams. Are they going to have to play "I never"?]
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Post by [x] Norway on Jul 27, 2012 13:54:52 GMT -5
Norway continued drinking from the bottle and he smiled and said, "There isn' much ta be celibraten' about though..." he swore he could hear bits of his old accent...he thought he got rid of that years ago...shrugging it off he went back to drinking. The Nordic looked at Canada who seemed to be cleaning the glass still. "Ya got pretty hair..." he said smiling a bit but then turned his attention to Scotland and said, "jus' ta make sure ya know this, I'm still mad at ya stealing my land."
Norway knew it was a long time ago but he was sensitive about his land. He was a viking and land was always important if you wanted to keep control. "And by the way, I always thought the haggis always tasted dry ta me." Norway smirked and took another gulp of drink. He felt a little daring at the moment.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 27, 2012 21:35:11 GMT -5
(( XD yes, Canada stole the whiskey bottle ))
Wasn't Haggis sheep? If Canada remembered correctly, it used the heart and liver of the sheep. He had never tried it, but it didn't sound too good. Lucky for him they didn't have any sheep, or did they? New Zealand better keep his sheep close. He didn'tthink that Scotland would eat someone's pet, but it was best to be careful. He smiled back at Scotland and said "Sure, just as soon as we find a sheep." Even if it didn't sound good, he didn't mind trying it. Just as long as Scotland didn't share England's cooking skills.
He stared at Norway with a puzzled expression. Did the older nation just compliment his hair? He blushed slightly and muttered "Thank you." and turned away quickly. They couldn't be doing this here, especially in front of people.
Turning towards Scotland, he stated " I didn't know you were friends with Norway, when did you guys meet?" They didn't seem to be the type of people that would hang out together. They just seemed so different. He would have assumed that they had met in the warehouse, but Norway had mentioned something about land. He was alway eager to learn something new about his friends.
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Post by Argentina on Jul 28, 2012 13:53:52 GMT -5
Argentina had just finished pouring herself a glass of vodka with the bottle that Scotland had handed to her, when she heard Norway compliment Canada's... hair? Even a comment like that was enough to catch Tina's attention. She peered up, first, staring at Norway... then Canada... then back at Norway. Call it feminine intuition, but she felt like Norway and Canada were acting a bit odd, particularly towards each other. Not in a bad way, though. They didn't seem to have feelings of annoyance towards each other, but rather feel awkward to be around each other with Scotland and Argentina sitting there as well.
Deciding it was best to say nothing on the matter, Tina set the bottle back down on the floor and took a swallow from her glass. Talk about hard to keep down. It burned at her throat, even worse than the whiskey, and sent chills up the girl's spine. Not wanting to seem like she couldn't handle her liquor - not in front of the others, at least - Argentina took in a breath and forced herself to down the rest of the glass. She lifted her arm just in time to cough into her sleeve, but soon relaxed as the burning sensation dissipated.
Yet again, Tina found herself eyeing the other three in silence. In all honesty, Tina felt like a bit of an outsider to be sitting here amongst this circle of friends. Norway and Canada clearly knew each other - although how exactly was still unknown to Argentina. Scotland and Canada knew each other. Norway and Scotland knew each other. The trio Argentina had found herself sitting with seemed to be the closest of friends.
Other than being on the same continent as Canada (The term 'continent' being used as loosely as possible, seeing as North and South America are seen as two separate land masses), she wasn't very close with anyone here. Argentina didn't know Canada all that well, and only really spoke to Norway that one time in the meeting hall. It wasn't much of a conversation; the Nordic just helped her gather up a stack of papers, and was later vomiting all over the place, leaving Argentina to clean up the mess and help keep him comfortable and relaxed.
As for Scotland - other than a couple rugby tournaments in the past, carrying out half of a mission with him, and practicing for the tournament the warehouse was having as a type of training exercise, she didn't really know the Scotsman too well either.
Argentina wasn't so sure if she even fit into any conversations they might have. "Remember that time..." wouldn't work too well with her in the picture.
(Filler post with lack of dialogue is filler. Sorry, just had to throw something in here so you guys don't go on posting a million things without me and leave me sitting here, wondering what the Hell to write. XD)
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Post by Scotland on Jul 29, 2012 13:40:41 GMT -5
"There's plenty ta be celebratin'," Scotland offered cheerfully. "We be alive, and there still be hope. Good friends, good drink."
He looked skeptically at Norway's odd, out of place compliment on Canada's hair. Ah yes, the boy did have nice hair. A lot like France's hair. Then he grinned at the comment about the land, lifting his glass in toast. "They wanted ta be wit' me. As fer haggis, mebbe ye need moore tatties /potatoes/ innit."
He looked over to Canada, still smiling. "Sheep's plenty available in me house. Can make it oot o' any animal."
As Argentina choked down a glass of vodka like a trooper, Scotland downed his glass of rum, taking a moment to cool down the burn by sharply drawing in air through his nose. "Why, we met when Norway came from tha' north an' tried ta kick me face in. I was jus' a wee one, an' this older boy come by, pillagin', doing what Vikin's do. I bit him. We be friends since."
Scotland rattled off his abridged account of his first meeting with the Nordic as if it were a fond memory. That sparked another idea in his head, and he refilled his glass. "'ow aboot we play a game. Ye say 'I ne'er /never/' an' then offer somethin' ye ne'er done, but think mebbe the others done. If they done it, they drink. If no one done it, ye drink instead. Ye keep goin' till hammered /drunk/."
So he started the round off by trying to think of what he knew about the others, something they had done that he hadn't. He'd done a lot of stuff. "I ne'er...married Denmark."
He looked expectantly at Norway with a playful grin.
[There, now everyone will have something to say. Interesting admissions can come out in this game. XD]
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Post by [x] Norway on Jul 29, 2012 13:47:18 GMT -5
(Scotland I love you right now! XD)
Norway frowned and took a huge gulp of his drink. Being married to that idiot Denmark was weird and just plan creepy to the nation. Yes he did have feelings for the nation but that was a long time ago..."Fine...jus' to make sure ya know I didnt enjoy it....the guy bit to much during sex and I was gonna go broke if i didnt..." the nordic felt like he should say that before anyone thought anything.
"And besides....if it wasnt me who got ta ya first Scotland you woulnt be here so a thanks would be nice." he smirked at Scotland and looked over to Canada. He hoped the younger nation didnt think bad of him....there relationship was just gettingstarted...a side comment like that from Scotland could set him off...the older country looked back to Scotland and said, "Plus...the word friend doesnt really describe us... We just know eachother..."
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 29, 2012 15:44:35 GMT -5
(( I can just sense the drama building. ))
Canada looked over at Norway with a puzzled expression. He never knew that Norway and Denmark were married. It would have been nice to find out when they weren't playing a game and Norway wasn't forced to say it. He hated when people had secrets. "You're not married to him anymore are you?" asked Canada a little worriedly. There was a lack of divorce details in Norway's little story. He didn't want to be in a relationship with a married man.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jul 29, 2012 15:54:43 GMT -5
Norway looked over to Canada and hurriedly said, "N-no! Im not! It was a land thing and royalty! Im not!" the last thing he needed was Scotland messing up his relationship. "I-if it helps I was married to Sweden a long long time ago....it was fr' money and was the only way i could stay alive...."
The nordic glanced at Scotland and gave him a evil eye. If that scotsman messed up any part of his relationship with Canada...that man wasnt going to be able to eat or sleep without Norway kicking his ass....he sighed and said, "My turn....I've never almost killed my little brother."
He smirked at Scotland. Pay back time....
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 29, 2012 16:24:20 GMT -5
Canada downed the glass of whiskey in his hand. Before anyone could say anything, he said "I don't know if America is my little brother or not, but I do feel sorry for almost killing him in the war of 1812. If only I hadn't gotten involved." He put his head in his hands and sighed. This game was bringing up to many bad memories. He had been trying to forget about that war for a long time now. There was no way he was going to forget now.
He looked back up to see if anyone else had almost killed their brother. He noticed that Norway was smiling at Scotland and looked over at Scotland as well. Did Norway think that Scotland had almoat killed his brother?
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Post by Argentina on Jul 29, 2012 18:10:28 GMT -5
Argentina had been listening in on all the drama that had found its way into the groups' happy conversation. She had stayed silent almost the entire time, not wanting to get involved. First something about Norway marrying Denmark made Canada upset. Now Norway was trying to get back at Scotland. None of this helped the suspicion from before. This was going to get ugly fast, Argentina was sure.
Her hand shot up quickly. "Um, I almost killed mi hermano when I was fighting for independence? But he's not my biological brother, and he's a big brother, not a little brother... does that count for anything?" She asked curiously, holding a filled glass in hand, ready to take a gulp.
Perhaps it was a stupid question, but Tina's head was beginning to feel fuzzy. The symptoms of all the alcohol she had already consumed was finally starting to wash over her. It wouldn't be much longer before she was completely out of it.
In other words; being sober is for losers.
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Post by Scotland on Jul 30, 2012 11:39:45 GMT -5
((The rotation appears to be me, Norway, and then Canada since I think he'll post his question before Argentina because of the current posting order. Please try to post only once a rotation.))
Scotland held his smirk through Norway's drink and his explanation of the marriage. His smile faltered a little when Norway described the sex because that was a little more than he was expecting to hear, but it quickly came back. Completely unaware the two were involved, Scotland had taken joy in pointing out 'I know things about you.' Besides the simple fact of 'you were married to Denmark, HA HA!' He only grinned bigger at the Nordic asking for a thank you. "Dunnae wit ye mean, auld man. I'd still be here. Me pa be Celt. Or ye sayin' ye be his pa?"
Scotland was filled with glee at the idea he could call the Nordic grandpa. He clutched at his chest as if hurt when Norway declined calling him a friend. "Ye cut me ta the quick! Aft' all oor history, ye toss me aside."
Canada seemed a bit disturbed by the admission, which the redhead found odd. Why should Norway's lovelife concern the lad? Norway's vehement explanation made a red eyebrow rise. That sounded like Norway cared, a lot, about Canada's opinion of him. Why? An uncomfortable feeling clutched at his stomach. Was there something going on with his favorite ex-colony? Canada's life was his own, which was the point of independence, but it still made something inside twinge.
He looked back at Norway in time to be pinned by the evil eye. Staring back at the stoic Nordic, Scotland listened to the challenge, and lifted his glass to his lips, running his tongue along the edge before he tossed the glassful to the back of his throat, swallowing it down. A bit of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth afterward.
"Aye, I almost killed him. I wanted him dead. He wanted me dead. Was like yer husbands." The redhead broke down into giggles even as Argentina spoke up and added her own story. He nodded at her, still held by mirth. "Aye, I say ye can drink if ye think it applies ta ye."
He grinned over at Canada without an ounce of shame or guilt. "What's a war between brothers, aye?"
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Post by [x] Norway on Jul 30, 2012 17:53:38 GMT -5
Norway smiled a bit. He had never tried to kill Iceland before. He could say that happily. He had tried to kill Sweden once...but the Swedish country didnt die. He just needed glasses.
The nordic country looked over to Scotland and said, "I hav' history with almost ev'ry country ya can think of. Don' get to caught up in what history says." Norway looked over to Canada and sighed. He hoped that what he just said didnt hit Canada hard in the heart.
"I feel bad for England sometime's..." Norway mumbled under his breath. Having an older brother like that must be horrible sometimes....
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