Pour Me Another [Argentina\Canada\Norway\Spain]

[mlpnkobnhjui]

Canada's eyes grew wide with shock when Scotland pushed Norway to the floor, or rather Norway fell to the floor and Scotland ended up on top of him, and they kissed. It wasn't even on the cheek or anything, it was a real kiss. He stood frozen for a moment, unable to move from shock. He had to do something to stop this, but what? He couldn't go back in time and stop it, there was nothing to be done now.

Still, he grabbed one of Scotland's arms with both of his and pulled as hard as he could in an attempt to get him off of Norway. He wasn't fond of sharing at all, especially Norway. "Get off Scotland! Get off!" yelled Canada, desperate for it to stop. He could feel tears beginning to collect in his eyes. He tried to hold them back the best he could, but a few managed to escape and ran down his cheeks.

[Argentina]

Argentina watched as Scotland suddenly threw himself on top of Norway. It wasn't long before the two male nations were lip-locking with one another, Norway seeming more uncomfortable with it than the casual Scotland - who seemed to have little to no inhibitions whatsoever. Within moments, Canada was breaking down, attempting to pry the two apart.

Normally, Tina would intervene. Even if she could see clearly through her blurred tunnel-vision, she probably wouldn't be able to fully comprehend the situation at the current point in time. All she understood was that Scotland and Norway were all but completely making out. And that's when a painful look of realization swept over the young nation's face.

And so began the more sentimental stage of drunken Tina.

Swaying side-to-side, Argentina gave a heavy sigh and took a swig straight from the whiskey bottle. "Ché, it's been a long time since I was kissed like that..~" She sighed heavily and fell backwards, letting herself lay on Scotland's mattress. "Nobody wants to kiss the young, beautiful South American woman - oh, no, no~"

(That pairing. I now ship Scotland x Norway x Canada. Not the weirdest of my past OTPs.)

[Scotland]

Despite Norway’s weak attempts to avoid it, their mouths met and Scotland pressed the advantage, tracing Norway’s lips with his tongue, tasting the remnants of alcohol there and trying to encourage him to open up for more than a chaste kiss. Then Canada was pulling on his arm, howling for him to remove himself. He couldn’t understand why his ex-colony would be so upset, then figured he was embarrassed by the situation. Really, the boy had to grow up and do more adult things.

He gave in though, pulling away from Norway’s lips to give him one more parting kiss, just a brief touching of lips with a hint of suction so it made a familiar kissing noise when their lips parted again.

He finally pulled himself up, sitting there pretty much on his knees, but with his butt still on the floor. He looked over to Canada and saw the tears tracking down his face and instantly shifted into concerned mode, placing his hand on the blonde nation’s hair and stroking it soothingly. “There, there, lad. Tis over now. Ye can look again.”

He looked over to Argentina bewailing her kiss-less situation and snapped his fingers at her to get her attention before pointing at her, then pointing at his own mouth. Wordlessly, this translated to ‘you, get over here.’

[Tina has a 3TP!]

[[x] Norway]

Norway felt Scotland tracing his lips with his wet tounge. He kind of liked being dominated like this but it didnt feel right...it wasnt Canada...he tried not adjusting to the Scottishman's body and tried to stay as still as a stone until he was finally finished. When the red haired man finally let go of his lips the nordic gasped for air and jolted up. That kiss was to long for his comfort.

The norweigen man looked over to Canada and noticed that he was crying. Feeling like a horrible boyfriend he crawled over to the younger man and started wiping his tears. He didnt care if the other two saw him being concerned, they were probably to drunk to even remeber what was happening this night. "D-dont cry Canada...please." Norway bit his bottom lip, he didnt want the younger man to cry for him....

[mlpnkobnhjui]

"I'm not crying..." whined Canada "It's not fair that-" He couldn't finish the last part of the sentence. "That Scotland gets to kiss you and I don't" Thought Canada to himself. He would never say that outloud, he wasn't yet drunk enough to say such a thing. He was, however, seriously thinking about connecting his fist with Scotland's face, even if it wouldn't hurt Scotland all that much. He was still calm enough to hold back for the time being.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." stated Canada while pushing Scotland's hand off of his head and Norway's hand away from his face. They weren't playing true or dare, they weren't supposed to do anything, only talk. They weren't following the rules. At least, in his opinion they weren't. He picked up the whiskey bottle from where he had left it, and downed the rest of the bottle. He just wanted to forget this entire night ever happened.

His throat started to burn again from the sudden intake of alcohol, and he got a serious headache. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared over at Scotland. His face practically oozed jealously.

[Argentina]

Argentina lifted her head at the sound of Scotland's snapping fingers. She watched his hand motions with a spark of interest in her eyes before sitting up fully. Understandingly, Argentina pulled herself up to a stand with support from the ladder that leads to the upper bunk, and began walking over to Scotland's seat with light footsteps. Fortunately, she managed to do so without stumbling all that clumsily. That was a big accomplishment for her, considering how woozy Argentina was feeling.

In passing the other two, Tina eyed Canada and Norway curiously. She only listened in for a moment before shrugging in the direction of the Nordic and the North American nation, figuring it wasn't of much concern to her. It was more their business than anyone else's. Instead, Argentina turned back to Scotland and dropped to her knees in front of him.

Argentina draped her arms over his shoulders and brought them in to curl around his neck. With her head tilted slightly to avoid any nose-squishing, and a hand pressing lightly into the back of Scotland's head, Argentina pulled the man in close. It was just close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath.

She decided to "wait" for Scotland to make the first move - or, rather, to give him a chance to change his mind if he wanted to. One could see the vague uncertainty in Argentina's eyes, silently questioning if it was really alright to go further and actually kiss. At least this sensibility was a clear sign that Tina wasn't completely out of it.

(Like Scotland, didn't want to godmod into a kiss. XD)

[Scotland]

Scotland wasn't even looking in Canada's direction, despite sitting right in front of him, instead waiting for Argentina to make her way off the bed and over. He acknowledged his hand was pushed off the blonde's head and that boy seemed to be sulky indeed. When the girl's small hands and arms curled around his neck and her face moved in, his lips quirked into a slightly knowing smile. She tilted her head on her own. Not many women did that, instead leaving it to the man to tilt his to accomodate. At least not the women he had kissed. Inexperienced kissers often had to bump noses before they realized someone had to tilt.

When she stopped before meeting his lips, he chuckled lightly against her mouth, reaching up with the intension of sliding the fingers of his left hand along the side of her neck to the back of it, under her dark curtain of hair. He pressed forward that last little bit, letting their lips meet chastely before his parted to let his tongue tease her lips. A stroke here, a touch there, testing her willingness for a little deeper kiss. Kisses were wonderful things, and while he was gruff to most people to protect himself, he soaked up affection where it could be gathered. Sometimes a warm hug, a soft kiss or a firm touch could completely change his outlook on the day. Even if he didn't express his appreciation properly most of the time.

He was faintly aware of Canada and Norway off to his right, but he was taking in the scent of Argentina's skin, the remnants of alcohol on her mouth, the texture of her lips. It was pleasant, very pleasant.

[[x] Spain]

_{((GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY FORMER COLONY!! Sorry, just had to throw that in there. :'D))}

[[x] Norway]

(haha! its ok Boss)

Norway frowned and looked behind him to see the Scottishman and Argentina making out. They seemed preoqupied and they didnt seem to notice them anymore. "Well, it seems like there preoqupied at the moment." The nordic got closer and started kissing the Canadian's face as if to repeatedly say, 'Im sorry'

The nordic didnt pay any attention to the couple behind him, he just wanted to make sure the younger man knew what had happened was a huge mistake and shouldnt have happened. He wished he had control of what happened because if he did he wouldnt have been kissing Scotland, he'd be kissing Canada.

[mlpnkobnhjui]

All of Canada's anger seemed to disappear when he felt Norway's lips on his face. He basically melted under Norway's touch. When Norway went to kiss his face mutiply times, he turned his head just in time to catch Norway's lips with his own. Before Norway could pull away, Canada placed his hand behind Norway's head and kept Norway's head in place. He placed his other hand around Norway's waist.

He could taste the alcohol that Norway had been drinking earlier. He started to bite at Norway's bottom lip, he didn't want a simple kiss from Norway, he wanted a french kiss like Scotland had done to Norway earlier. He didn't care if Scotland saw them, in fact he wanted Scotland to see them. He wanted Scotland to know that Norway was his, and he wasn't sharing.

(( Screw it, godmod kissing GO! ))

[Argentina]

(I can see Spain seriously going all "Argentina's over-protective older brother" on Scotland if he was really in this thread at this point. XD)

Argentina let her hand on the back of Scotland's head twirl a lock of his thick, bright red hair around her finger. She shut her eyes when she first felt Scotland's lips touch hers, but was puzzled when he parted their mouths ever-so-slightly. Argentina had no time to question why before she was met with her answer; Scotland's tongue running over her lips.

Tina let him do as he pleased, allowing him to tease her for only a short time before she complied and opened her mouth just enough to make room for him. Little would Scotland know that it was going to take much more than that, and he could surely expect a battle for dominance the moment he put his guard down. Argentina wasn't one to submit so easily.

By this point, Argentina was paying little to no attention to Canada and Norway. Even if she had, she wouldn't have been in surprised in the slightest to see them kissing. Scotland, however, may be another story. Yet, Tina didn't want to be forced apart from the kiss. It had barely even started, she didn't want an end - certainly not so soon.

The petite girl was too - as Norway put it - "preoccupied". She wanted to fully take in every bit of her partner, and was rather enjoying the scent he carried around with him. For the first time in what could quite possibly be her whole life, Argentina didn't mind the smell of smoke, or the faint taste of cigarettes and dried nicotine that would have clung to the inside of Scotland's mouth as his tongue ran across her lips. It came from him in a moment of warmth, and that was all that mattered to her.

(Wow, I didn't realize how soppy and sweet that last sentence sounded until after I already wrote it and re-read the paragraph over orz... sorry if this post is kinda a fail. XD I'm not an expert when it comes to kisses, most of my knowledge comes from what I've read.)

[[x] Spain]

((HE TOTALLY WOULD. I CAN SEE THAT HAPPENING. He's gonna have some questions for you, Missy. God, imagine if he just walked by to see what was going on and saw THAT. XDD That would be entertaining.))

[Scotland]

[Spain, if no one else objects, I don't mind if you throw yourself in here. I think it'd be amusing too]

As Argentina warmed into the kiss and parted her lips, he allowed his eyes to close since at this distance, everything was a blur anyway. He pushed his tongue forward, tasting the the inside of her lower lip before running it across the edge of her teeth and then past them to find her tongue. If Canada had turned into a zombie and started eating Norway's face, he wouldn't have noticed with his head turned completely away. He wouldn't have known which nation to get upset with anyway. In his head, this was a demonstration for his ex-colony besides the mutual enjoyment between the two kissing.

As it was, he was trying to engage in a small tongue battle as his fingers curled around the back of her neck, gently stroking it with his fingertips before combing his fingers a little upward through her hair. That move could usually coax out a little involuntary shiver. The feel of her fingers in his hair was also welcome. He liked it when his hair was touched and petted, it relaxed him, but it rarely ever happened. France had enjoyed playing with his hair back in the heyday of the Auld Alliance, but he had tended to go too far and try to make it look pretty with little braids and decorations. Scotland had only tolerated it up to a point.

[Oddly enough, reading can tell you a lot about different people's techniques.]

[[x] Norway]

(techniques in what scottie? 0-0 AND GO AHEAD BOSS! COME ON IN!)

Norway didnt see the kiss from Canada coming, but he didnt object or try pulling away from the younger man. He wanted to kiss the Canadian and he wanted to kiss every part of the younger man's body, but that wasnt possible because of others here. With a little moan he opened his mouth and accepted the muscle into his mouth.

He didnt try battleing for dominance at all, he wanted Canada to be the dominate one and he brought the younger man's larger body closer to his. Norway was a little worried what Scotland and Argentina would think if they saw the two of them making out like they were. But truthfully even if the two nations saw the intense kiss the nordic was pretty sure he would just keep kissing the Canadian. Feeling a hand on the back of his head and his waist, Norway placed his own hands on the back of Canada's neck and crawled onto the younger man's lap.

Now Norway was positive that he wasnt going to stop this kiss any time soon.

[[x] Spain]

((...I don't even know when to jump in. :'D I mean, I feel like he'd just walk up, drag Scottie's ass away and/or even just look like this: ಠ_ಠ then walk away. XD))