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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 14, 2012 19:58:28 GMT -5
((Okay! Prepare for the awkwardness level to rise to a bajillion. XDD))
Spain knew it was a terrible idea to have alcohol in the warehouse. He knew it from the start. It would only dull people's senses and while a nice glass of wine is enjoyable on a daily basis (it was good for you, after all) that didn't mean that overindulging on stronger alcohol like gin or vodka was a brilliant idea.
As he soon found out.
He had been innocently walking upstairs to finally get some rest and see how everyone was doing when he stumbled upon a very interesting sight.
Norway and Canada making out right next to Argentina and Scotland (of all nations!) doing the same thing.
The Spaniard stood frozen for a second and determined that no one was in their right mind.
There were scattered and smashed bottles everywhere, the pungent smell of strong liquor permeating the air and just the simple fact that no one would kiss the other in public willingly.
Spain groaned, holding his head and walking over, first splitting up Norway and Canada then moving onto the other couple. While he didn't have the heart to actually yell at a former colony, Scotland wasn't a former colony.
"All right, all right. You've had your fun." He growled, grabbing the Scotsman by the back of the collar and roughly dragging him to an open bunk. "Stay there and don't even think about moving."
His temples throbbed and he rubbed them to ebb away the pain. "Nor, Canada..." he lifted the two of them up by their arms and set them on a different open bunk. He'd talk to their owners later; the four drunkards needed his attention now. "Please stay there for now. I'll be right back."
Finally, only Tina was left. His head sat comfortably in his hand and he lifted the girl up roughly by her collar and he easily sat her on the bed. "We'll talk about this later." His normally soft and calm eyes sparked with frustration, a hint of anger and a sea of disappointment. Oh, he was never angry at his colonies; he was always disappointed in them. But he never had the heart to punish them enough. Maybe this was karma getting back at him.
He sighed again, refreshing everyone's dulling memories NOT TO MOVE or there would be severe consequences (he never said what though) and started figuring out how to clean up the mess.
"And this is why I hate it when I'm dragged out drinking..." He mumbled, picking up some large shards of glass. God, what if someone landed on them! They're potential weapons and a definite hazard. "You all should've known better than to drink excessively! What if there was a zombie attack?! You would have been desahuciados - goners!" Great, he really didn't want to think of what could have happened... That just didn't go well in his mind. He really was worried about them and while they were nations, they weren't invincible anymore. They had to realize that things like this just don't have happy endings.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 14, 2012 21:02:24 GMT -5
Canada felt himself being pulled away from Norway. He tried to resist it at first, but eventually just went with the hand. He soon found out that hand was Spain's. He crossed his arms and pouted in Spain's general direction. He couldn't really tell exactly where Spain was, his vision was a little blurry at the moment.
"But we're a couple Spain, we can kiss whenever we want." said Canada. He immediantly placed one of his arms back around Norway's waist. He pressed his lips back against Norway's lips. Just let Spain try and pull them apart again, just let him try.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 14, 2012 22:06:06 GMT -5
Argentina had scooted in closer to Scotland as the kiss deepened, to the point where it wasn't just her leaning forward, but rather their torsos touching. However, this didn't last. It wasn't long after she had been beginning to truly warm up to the kiss did she hear a voice in a Spanish accent. It was a dialect much different than her own, yet all too familiar.
With no time to part the kiss on her own terms, Tina found Spain had yanked Scotland right out of her arms and broken the connection of lips and tongue. Her brain slowed from all the alcohol she had already consumed, it took a moment to comprehend just what was going on. When she saw Spain practically toss Scotland down onto another bed, however, the Spaniard's former colony finally seemed to come to terms with just the situation she was in - or more so, the situation all four of them were in.
After doing the same for the Norwegian and the Canadian but seemingly on a much gentler level, finally, it was Argentina's turn. She almost wondered if she was about to be scolded like a child - it had been a while since she was still under the wing of Spain and was caught in the midst of a rather troubling situation. Argentina wasn't sure what to expect.
She lifted her arm and used her sleeve to wipe away a small string of saliva that had made its way down a corner of her mouth. It had been left there from the quick, swift separation from Scotland. Knees beginning to feel numb and fall asleep from her position sitting on them, Argentina shifted positions so she was sitting on her butt, cross-legged, hands on her knees. She sat up straight, prepared for anything Spain might throw at her.
There was nothing. No scolding. No yelling. No "You're soooo getting a spanking, Missy!". All Spain said was, "We'll talk about this later." That was when memories flooded back.
Spain never punished Argentina when she was younger, no matter what she had done. It was particularly in her "teenage" years where she had rebelled and become more of a trouble-maker, yet Spain was always very light on punishment, if any at all. "Talking about it later" usually meant that Spain was going to attempt to be the mean parent, but all Tina had to do was give a "sincere" apology, and put on a pair of her best puppy dog eyes. Her big brother could never stay mad at any of his colonies for long, especially not those who were smart enough to play it sweet.
Argentina didn't resist when Spain picked her up by her shirt and set her down onto Scotland's bunk. At least he had been gentler with her than the others - although, that came as no surprise. Tina's gaze trailed over to Canada and Norway.
"A couple, huh?" Argentina muttered, sighing before looking back at Spain as he ranted about a zombie attack in a 'what if' scenario. "...It's okay, España," She spoke up, "Escocia and I are a couple as well. In fact; estamos locamente enamorados." We are madly in love. "We are getting married."
And the dead-serious expression on her face...
(I'm so sorry, I can just picture a drunken Tina trying to test just how far she can push Spain before he cracks. XD Also, jeez, this post is long.. I had a lot to catch up on, though...)
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Post by Scotland on Aug 15, 2012 8:30:42 GMT -5
Scotland could hear soft moans somewhere, and couldn't figure out at first if it was him making them or someone else. Once he realized he didn't moan in a voice set at that pitch, he realized it much be one of the other two male nations. He was probably good at kissing, but he wasn't aware his skills were at arousing sight level. He forgot about it the next moment when two soft and cushiony mounds were pressed against his chest, and that was always a great sensation. There was was no wrong place for a breast to be pressed to. Any spot on his body that might protest would quickly get over it. Breasts getting pressed to his back, against his arm, pressed to the sides of his face while he made motor boat noises with his mouth.... So it was understandable that while he was in a happy place, exploring the roof of Argentina's mouth with his tongue and leaning slightly into the press of her chest, having someone physically rip him away from it wasn't high on his event list of 'the best day ever.' He was so shocked, he didn't even resist Spain man-handling him onto the bunk opposite of his, mind a bit muddled from the amount of soft blurring caused by the drink. It took a few moments for things to process. He was enjoying a nice girl. Either Norway or Canada moaned like a girl. Could be both of them. Was that Spain that had just charged into their little party like he was England or something? He heard Spain muttering things, but all he could see was England's disapproving face. Like HE had any room to talk. After Argentina's declaration of their relationship and upcoming marriage, things Scotland had oddly enough heard before, more than once, he lurched his way off the bed and up onto his feet. "Ah you, ye bawbag /scrotum/," he snarled a bit. "Ye come'n here, breakin' up a braw /good/ time?"He looked at the slender Spaniard and began to slowly crack his knuckles by making a fist and using his other hand wrapped around it to apply pressure to the joints. "Ye want a go at this likes? /come at me, bro/."[ \o/ I get to play out the part in Scotty's app about what he's like tipsy and what he's like drunk. And Spain, I'd prefer to stick with a rotation, and give the other players a chance to react to what he does instead of taking a bunch of actions in a row. And Tina, Best part: I didn't even edit that.]
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Post by Argentina on Aug 15, 2012 8:34:31 GMT -5
(...Okay, I know it isn't my turn to post yet, but this couldn't wait; WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT, SCOTLAND? THAT IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. By the way, I doodled this early this morning: img444.imageshack.us/img444/8269/smoochysmoochy.pngI was originally going to keep it to myself (Especially since the file name is "Smoochy Smoochy" on my computer, orz), but fuck that. It was drawn to the song "Bitches" by MSI, too... which seemed very fitting at first, but now that I'm actually reading this aloud before I edit my post, it makes me sound like a tasteless asshole. I also don't think I did Scotland's hair any justice. I made it more orange than red. Oh well~)
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 15, 2012 8:50:16 GMT -5
(oh god Scottie....THATS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Norway felt his body argue as he felt a hand grabbing him and pulling him away from Canada. He whimpered in argument because he didnt want to be pulled, he wanted to stay and keep kissing his Canadian. And when he felt a bed underneith him he sat there and pouted at Spain.
Looking over to Canada who finally announced they were a couple he felt warm lips against his once again. The nordic smiled and sat on the Canadian's lap once again. He wrapped his legs around the younger man's waist and he whimpered under the lips. Pulling away for breath he looked behind him and noticed that Argentina had said something about getting married to Sctoland and them being in love or something along those lines.
"Congrats." Norway said as he looked at the Scotish man and Spain who looked like they were going to fight. The nordic only blinked a few times and shrugged. It wasnt his problem so he wasnt getting into it. Looking back to Canada he licked the younger mans lips and once again stole a kiss.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 15, 2012 9:01:07 GMT -5
((Okay, whenever it's safe to post, you someone please tell me? ;w; Because otherwise I'm going to be left behind.))
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Post by Argentina on Aug 15, 2012 9:04:20 GMT -5
(Oh, I was expecting you to post right after Scotland, but Nor beat you to it. You can post now, I guess~)
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 15, 2012 9:06:52 GMT -5
(yeah post boss! and Tina thats a awesome pic!)
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 15, 2012 14:24:44 GMT -5
((A WILD WALL OF TEXT APPEARED.))
With a sigh and a small wince from the glass cutting into his hands, Spain muttered some curses under his breath. “Yes, yes. I realize that, Canada. You made it kind of obvious.” He looked around for a trash can and – thank god – he found one not too far away. Making his way over to it, he picked it up and glared at the daily drunkard named Scotland on his way back. “I’d rather have a fair fight, Scotland. I’ll be more than happy to take you when you’re not drunk.”
Though he had to laugh a bit when he saw Argentina’s failed serious look. Marriage? Really? Why would she go so far as to try and pass that sorry excuse off? “Yeah, sure, Tina.” He chuckled and wrapped her in a blanket. “Once the alcohol wears off, we can talk about the – ah – wedding plans.” That was by far the best excuse she had ever come up with when she drank. Sure, she had been known for drunk make-out sessions and often had Spain lecturing her, but he didn’t do anything to her as punishment. Maybe he should have and this whole thing could have been avoided. “But for now, you’re going to sleep off the alcohol and I am not helping your hangover.”
He picked up some more large shards and tossed them out, his eyes keeping a record of any smaller pieces that lay scattered around. Those could easily cause an infection. Ah the joys of being a groundskeeper. “Seriously you guys… You should be more careful. You’re lucky I’m here. I doubt any of the other groundskeepers would actually want to help you out.” The Spaniard slid out his handkerchief and started cleaning up some spilled drink. “Really… What would you do without me?” Only casting a brief glance up at the (now making out yet again) couple, he set a blanket around their shoulders as well. “Try not to make a mess. I didn’t really have fun cleaning your last one.”
Spain pinched the bridge of his nose, tossing a blanket over at the Scotsman. “One for you as well. All of you sleep this off and I will make sure to deal with this tomorrow. Because I already know that our lovely base supervisor would enjoy hearing about this.”
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 15, 2012 19:35:15 GMT -5
(( XD Scotland, you are truly one of the most amazing people I know.~ TINA! that drawing is amazing! Let me love you forever, in a friendly sort of way.))
Canada felt a blanket drop onto his shoulders. It wasn't a heavy blanket, but done the less, his lips pulled away from Norway's and he collapsed onto the bed. He pushed the blanket off of himself and sat back up. Maybe he had a little too much to drink.
Spain said that he made his relationship obvious, but what had made it so? He was always careful to hide his emotions around the other nations. He was careful that the other nations weren't around when he had some alone time with Norway. Spain must be really observant if he had noticed. Maybe Spain had walked in on them one time and neither of them had noticed. He really hoped it was the first one, he would be mortified if it was the second option.
When Spain said something about the base supervisor, he was a little confused. Whoever could be the base supervisor? Then it hit him, England, it had to be England. He shot up from where he was sitting, successfully hitting his head on the top bunk and manageing to get a headache both from banging his head and sitting up so quickly. He rubbed his temples in pain and frustration, but he didn't do so for long. He rushed over to Spain and grabbed his hand.
"Please, you can't tell England, you just can't! I'm done for if you do. I promise I won't ever drink again! I'll do anything! Please don't tell England!" He shaked Spain's arm up and down, desperate to get the European country's attention. He continued to plead his case to Spain, but the rest was unreconizable, if it was even English at all. He was really drunk, but drunk or not, he still didn't want England to know.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 15, 2012 20:46:28 GMT -5
(Let me love you forever as well, in the most sexual way imaginable I mean, what?)
Argentina blinked a couple of times as Spain draped a blanket over her shoulders. "...What's so funny about me getting married?" She puffed out her cheeks. "Yes, it was a lie... but what if it was the truth? Would it be that unbelievable that someone as beautiful, smart, and amazing as me could get married?" Argentina patted her chest. "Then again, it would probably come as a shock to me as well~"
Ego. Can't get enough of that ego. Even when drunk, Argentina knows just how glorious and praise-worthy she is.
"Sure, go tell England I was getting drunk. See if I give a rat's ass." She mumbled under her breath as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her palm. "I couldn't care less what England thinks of me anyway~ He's a dumb puta." Bitch. Tina let herself flop on her side on Scotland's bed. She pulled her knees up close to her chest so the blankets would cover her whole body. "In fact; maybe I want him to know I was drunk and kissing his brother. It'll piss him off, I'm sure."
Even if England and Scotland weren't the closest of siblings, the simple fact that someone you have a rather large dislike for was dancing the tongue tango with your older brother would be enough to make anyone twitch.
Argentina flicked her tongue across her lips, enjoying the familiar taste of cigarettes and foreign alcohol - both a courtesy of the red-headed Scotsman. She mentally swore that they would eventually pick up their kiss where they left off - drunk or not. Whether she would remember any other events of the night in the morning or not, Argentina was going to drill that thought into her skull and force it into her memory. She was feeling just about as ticked off as Scotland at the way the Spaniard suddenly tore them apart like that.
(Fun fact; alternate translations for "puta" are also "slut", "hooker", or "whore"... so it isn't impossible that Argentina just called England a "dumb slut/hooker/prostitute/whore". <3)
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Post by Scotland on Aug 18, 2012 8:03:39 GMT -5
[that is a beautifully drawn picture, Tina! Makes me wish I could draw or color, but I know my limits. I'm also glad everyone seems to be having fun together and discovering new love for other. XD ]
Spain continuing to clean despite his blustering, and also brushing him off only made Scotland more peeved. He batted away the blanket tossed at him, and marched forward, grabbing for the front of Spain's shirt with his left hand. He had to keep his right hand free for punching. Even with Canada suddenly lurching forward to grab Spain's hand, crying and carrying on, he only glared at Spain's face.
"Ye think I care aboot wit that bawhead /massive ego/ thinks?" he half snarled, half laughed, before looking down at Canada. "Lad, dunnae worry none. This be on me."
He looked back to Spain's face, lips pulling back from his teeth in an slightly unhinged smile. "I'm gonna hit ye, just on principle like."
Then he threw his right fist at Spain's head. There was a method to the madness, and madness was something he was used to working with.
[It didn't feel right if Scotland didn't try to hit him. Both the shirt grab and punch were written to be dodge-able, so what connects is up to you, Spain]
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 18, 2012 9:46:46 GMT -5
"Canada calm down!" Norway said as he touched the younger man's face and pried his hand off of Spain's arm. Why was he so freaked out to not let England know? He wasnt the british man's colony anymore so why did he worry? Maybe it was just the princible or something...the nordic didnt really know.
Since he was still on the younger man's lap he just sat up and hugged Canada's head. He wanted him to calm down, he could attrack attention and more people scolding them wasnt a good idea at the moment.
Norway looked behind him to tell Spain that he took full responcibility for everyone getting drunk and the broke glass on the floor. The glass was his fault but getting everyone drunk kind of wasnt his fault. It didnt really matter anymore though becasue he just wanted the younger nation to calm down. But before saying anything he saw Scotland take a shot straight towards the Spainish nations head.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 18, 2012 9:50:26 GMT -5
[Are you telepathic? I've been DYING to use Dark!Spain EVERYWHERE. XDD]
Spain felt a small tug on his hand and he looked down at the whimpering and French-speaking nation begging him not to tell England.
God, the boy's face broke his heart in a million pieces.
"Aw, Cana." He gently pulled off the hand gripping onto him. "I know you don't want England to know, but this is serious. I can't believe I agree with this, but we can't have some of our best and quickest fighters getting drunk like this. Something has to be done both for your safety and the safety of others." With a gentle smile, he patted Canada's soft head. "Alright? I'm not going to tell him until tomorrow after you all recover from your inevitable hangovers. Sound fair?"
His ears perked up at the familiar sound of cursing. He rolled his green eyes and sighed. "Tina, I'm sure you're going to get married one day, but today is NOT that day." Almost mechanically from years of having to take care of more than a few drunk nations, he walked over and tucked the blanket around her. "And I know you won't care now, but I'm pretty sure you'll care if Eyebrows forbades any and all alcohol from now on." A soft smile grew and he gently kissed her forehead. "Now get some sleep. You have guard duty tomorrow afternoon; I'll see if I can get you out of it."
The Spaniard turned to take care of Scotland when the front of his shirt was roughly grabbed and he got far too close for comfort to the other's face. Wonderful. He looked ready to murder him.
Even though he wasn't able to dodge the shirt grab, there was one thing he could do.
And that was stop the punch being thrown at him.
His hand flew up and stopped the punch, setting something inside the Spaniard off.
"You really shouldn't have done that."
Due to the distinct lack of a stress-free environment, the Spaniard had been harboring and festering dark feelings inside him. He tried to get it out as best he could during zombie-exterminating missions, but even then he couldn't fully get rid of the monster inside him.
Which meant that anything would be perceived as an immediate threat and would let it loose.
In the blink of an eye, he took ahold of the hand he had blocked and kicked the Scotsman's gut, loosening the hold on him and giving him the opening to throw the red-head to the metal floor.
"Listen very carefully to me, Escocia. Both you and I know I'm a generally good guy." Spain slammed his foot by Scotland's head and growled, bending over so he could hear him clearly. "But I'm reaching the limits of my patience. Just do what I say and no one gets hurt, si?" Mirroring what he just went through, he roughly dragged him up by the back of his collar, tossing him like a bag onto the bed. "Unlike Tina, who will actually listen on some occasions, you will have guard duty EARLY tomorrow morning that I am not helping you get out of. I will personally make sure that tomorrow you won't get any respite or relief and you WILL be in pure hell if you so choose to ignore what I'm telling you to do this instant. Do we have an understanding, Escosia?"
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