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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 18, 2012 12:08:30 GMT -5
"England's going to kill me." said Canada. How could he act so irresponsible? He only wanted to have a little fun, he should have known better. There was no having fun in these kind of situations. You had to do what you were told, and not break any of the rules. He didn't know if England had a no drinking rule, but he might make one now. He hugged Norway tighty, digging his fingers into Norway's shoulders for balence and said "I've never done something so irresponsible before."
He glanced up to see Spain leaning right over Scotland, who was now on the floor. "Spain! You can't kill Scotland! It's not his fault!" He pushed Norway away again and stood up. He latched onto Spain's shirt and started to pull him away. Hopefully he had enough strengh to pull Spain away. "You can't kill Scotland, he didn't mean to do it!"
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Post by Argentina on Aug 18, 2012 12:22:07 GMT -5
With half-lidded eyes, Argentina slowly felt sleep beginning to sweep over her and spirit her away to her dreams. When Spain had kissed her forehead, she had to force a frown to suppress the smile that attempted to spread across her face.
However, this tired, half-awake feeling didn't survive very long. At the sound of Scotland's gruff voice, challenging Spain, Tina quickly jolted up to a sitting position. There was no doubt in her mind that Spain could take care of himself, but what she sat up just in time to find was a bit over the top, especially for the normally-happy-and-cheerful Spanish man. It caused Argentina's throat to go dry and she watched as Spain tossed Scotland onto the bed like no more than a sack of potatoes.
Even drunk, Argentina knew this wasn't right. It didn't seem like Spain, she could tell that much... maybe Spain was intoxicated as well? He did make his way in, seeming dazed with a headache.
"Uhm... F-Fellas? Maybe this has gone.. a bit far... it was just a drink that started this. I mean," Tina swallowed, "It's not worth getting into a fist-fight over~" It didn't have to come down to this. All Argentina had to do was swiftly influence the Spaniard not to tell England a word of this night. There didn't have to be any fighting, punching, kicking, biting...
Yet, Tina had the sinking suspicion that a brawl was about to take place, no matter what she tried to say to change Scotland's mind...
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Post by Scotland on Aug 18, 2012 14:25:32 GMT -5
[Maybe telepathic? Make him as dark as you want. For Scotland, a brawl is as common as Fridays are. He can take this.]
When Spain blocked his punch and gave him a warning, Scotland only spit on the rug, making sure to miss anyone who may be in the path. The kick to the gut only made him sharply exhale, driving the air for his lungs, before being thrown to the floor and he mentally blamed the alcohol for dulling his reflexes.
A boot stomped down by his head and he blinked up at Spain as he tried to get his breath back, wheezing just a bit. Canada's interruption gave him the time he needed to get his breath back, but not before Spain threw him onto the bunk again. Why was Spain so insistant on getting him into bed?
"Duin do bheul eejit! Thu eil mi 'tuigsinn!" he yelled in Gaelic before lunging up again, feinting a punch at Spain's head with his right hand again, letting the punch fall short, while following up with a punch from his left. The punch was low, instead trying to take Spain under the jaw from below. He didn't hear any of the protests from the others, as his world had narrowed down to focus on Spain. He didn't want to hurt the other nation much, as Spain was well-liked. He might have let everything go if Spain hadn't brought up England. Brought up England and made Canada cry. Brought up England as a threat. That couldn't be let go.
[His Gaelic isn't translated because they aren't meant to understand it, unless they know Gaelic. Also, it would be helpful to have a little better idea where Spain is standing (is he close to Argentina or in the center) and how he's stopping punches (did he catch the fist or block it?), which hand is he using (right / left), etc. It affects Scot's ability fight since they are close quarters. If Spain is close to the bed, Scot will try and use the bed as a fighting surface, etc.]
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 18, 2012 16:33:55 GMT -5
Norway stood up and tried prying Canada off of Spain. He didnt want him to get into any unnessasary problems and fights...and right now Scotland and Spain's little scuffle was very unnessesary and didnt need someone innocent to get in the way. The nordic country finally was able to get the younger man off of the Spainish man's clothing and he pushed him on the bed. "Dont get in the middle of it." he whispered in a paniced voice.
He looked back to the two fighting nations and sighed. They would either fight it out or they would pass out on the floor, well Scotland was the one who would probably pass out soon, he looked very drunk at the moment. Norway glanced at Tina who seemed to be sitting there still. He sighed...this was a huge mistake getting drunk like this...
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 19, 2012 12:56:31 GMT -5
[Got it. And in the center, caught the fist with his right hand at first. THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME.]
Spain couldn't predict or dodge Scotland's second blow. Admist the white noise of everyone else's words, he saw and went to avoid the first punch, only to meet with the second. The impact of the blow caused him to stagger backwards and in a normal fight, he woul dhave already gotten back up, but his feet slipped out from under him from a slick puddle of tray alcohol.
The Spaniard slammed to the ground with a large clatter, his wrist cracking painfully as he fell.
He laid there for a second, his quiet thoughtfulness broken by only one sound.
Laughter.
His laughter.
It wasn't his chiming, cheerful laughter.
This was a mere shadow of that; crazed and broken laughter.
Laughter only befitting of a madman.
Spain wavered, standing back up. He set his hand on the right side of his face - the side that impacted with the floor - and covered half of it. The dark chuckle danced off his lips and his mouth contorted into a twisted grin.
He said nothing, but only grabbed Scotland's right arm and twisted it behind him, pushing him against the wall.
"I like you, Scottie - mind if I call you that? Anyway, yes, I've taken a liking to you." He dug the other's face even more into the concrete side of the building's interior and giggled. "You're strong and you're a good fighter. Not very bright, but strong. I like that."
His maniacal laughter ceased and his face became stony and solemn. "But you know, I don't like how you don't listen to me. That's not a smart move."
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 19, 2012 17:44:52 GMT -5
Completely ignoring the fight, Canada stood back up and hugged Norway. He pulled the older country back onto the bed with him. He tightly held onto Norway, burying his head into Norway's soft blonde hair. It was so soft, just like a pillow. He removed one hand from Norway's middle and used it to play with a lock of Norway's blonde hair. He took a deep breath, taking in everything that was Norway. The older country smelled so nice.
"You're so pretty, and you smell nice too." said Canada. He pressed his cheek against Norway's cheek. "Let's be best friends, no, lets be lovers. Kiss me." The last part was more of a command than a question. He waited for Norway to react to his request.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 19, 2012 18:37:13 GMT -5
Argentina watched in horror as Spain grabbed and twisted Scotland's arm back, shoving him aside, into a wall. She most certainly had never seen a side of Spain like this - not in all of the years she knew him, which was her entire life. However, Spain was a former pirate. Tina couldn't help but feel stupid for not expecting at least this much from him. Yet, at the same time, she was having trouble believing this was really happening.
Perhaps this was a drunken hallucination of sorts? Or she could have already drifted off into sleep after Spain kissed her forehead. With this thought in mind, Argentina took a moment to pull her hand back and smack herself across the face... hard. There was a loud clap of hand-on-skin contact.
Nope. She was awake, and now, thanks to her brilliant idea, she was in excruciating pain. Who would've thought an open-handed slap could be that painful? Argentina groaned and rubbed the side of her face, which now had a cherry-red hand print stamp. "Mierda... come on!"
Argentina looked over to Canada and Norway. There was a quiet desperation in her eyes. One of them had to help pry the other two apart! After all, Argentina certainly wasn't going to do it. She was but a young lady, and young ladies weren't supposed to get involved in brawls - that was for the brutish men.
...Plus, Scotland and Spain were really scaring the hell out of her right now. She wasn't planning on going anywhere near them when they were at each others' throats like this.
Argentina didn't have even a moment to beg for help from the Canadian and the Norwegian. She opened her mouth, but the words didn't form, and the worried look on her face quickly wavered. Canada was completely ignoring the situation and currently demanding Norway kiss him. They were too wrapped up in each other, and clearly not going to be any help at all.
"...Jesús Cristo, if you're not going to help, then get a room, damn it!" Says the drunken girl who was just making out with Scotland mere minutes before.
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Post by Scotland on Aug 20, 2012 10:19:27 GMT -5
[Spain, the way you took that upper cut was beautiful. Level sexy even. Let's make you sexier.]
There was a sense of satisfaction that came when his felt his fist connect with Spain's chin. There. That's what he got for thinking he could order Scotland around. He wasn't the least bit shaken when Spain started to laugh in a very un-Spain-like manner. In fact, he just wanted to laugh right back in the exact same tone. His instincts were telling him to jump on the downed Spaniard and hit him until the fool stopped laughing.
If this was just between them, he might have done just that. Beaten him until he was silent, then drop him off with the medics. No one else would have to know how it all went down. Since this fight was in front of the others, including Spain's little sister, he couldn't go all out. A brawl might be forgiven because he was Scotland, dammit. Beating the crap out of Spain in front of them might not be so well received. He stole a glance at the girl's face, and as he thought, she looked horrified. Shit. He looked back down to laughing Spain and snarled "Stay doon, ye bassa. Stay doon!"
The fool didn't listen, getting back to his feet and so Scotland swung at him again. Normally, even drunk he was pretty good in a bar brawl. Of course his opponents were also drunk and Spain wasn't. Spain managed to catch his arm and do some quick footwork that swung him around behind the Scotsman. His right arm was wrenched up behind his back while he was shoved, stumbling against the wall he'd been sitting against earlier, until his chest met it. His free left hand slapped against the wall to stop his face from crashing into it the next moment. Of course, then Spain shoved the side of his face into the rough concrete of the wall anyway.
Just as he got ready to spit out a stream of insulting words, Spain spoke, and Scotland froze.
"We signed a union! Why did you try to leave me? Why do you hurt me like this? This wasn't smart, Scotland. Not smart at all."
He can feel the phantom ache in his gut from when England's bayonet had been driven through his back, pinning him to the ground with a background of screams from his injured rebels being slain where they lay bleeding.
"You made me do this."
With a roar of rage, Scotland shoved away from the wall with his free left hand and thrust his hips backwards into Spain to try and force the other to bend at the waist and lose his balance. With every muscle and all his weight intent on shoving forcefully away from the wall, he intended to topple them backwards, hopefully with Spain hitting the floor first. He had no problem with fighting on the ground, where he could properly pummel Spain's face for reminding him of England in his extremely unlovable years.
[Rage level increasing]
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 20, 2012 10:39:50 GMT -5
"I-I thought we were already lovers..." Norway said as he kissed Canada gently. He wanted to stick his tounge in the younger man's mouth but the fight behind him sounded more...violent. The nordic man tried pushing the Canadian away the best he could. Breaking the kiss that he was sharing, he tried looking behind him and saw the two nations fighting on the floor.
There was a look in the Spanish man's eyes that showed that Scotland wasnt going to get away from this without one of them getting seriously hurt. His eyes went down to Scottish man who looked like he was going to show Spain who was the boss here....
Suddently, it felt like he had seen this before....Denmark under Sweden...both fighting and saying they were going to kill one another....and Norway just standing here watching the whole thing without even trying to help. His eyes looked over to Tina who seemed to be trying and telling Norway to help...he remembered that Finland looked at him like that once...then he looked back to Canada who still had his eyes closed and he was buried in his hair...Iceland did that to him once...but it was to his legs...and it was because he didnt want to see the two older people who tried help raising him fight like this...
"Nei! Ingen slutter å slåss Danmark! Sverige! Vær så snill å dette er nok!(No! No stop fighting Denmark! Sweden! Please this is enough!)" Norway suddently cried out as he struggled to get out of Canada's grasp. He needed to help....he had to help! He couldnt just stand there and do nothing! He had to help!
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 20, 2012 13:38:59 GMT -5
[akjdfksd THIS FEELS SO SHOOOOOOOOORT.]
Spain’s entire conscience was gone.
He didn’t care he was terrifying everyone, he didn’t care how bloodthirsty and savage he looked, and he certainly didn’t care what would happen if someone happened to see him like this.
But what he did care about was the small voice on the edge of his sanity that shouted in some other language to him, seemingly trying to get him to stop.
Norway.
The Nordic’s pleas were just enough to snap him back to reality for only a second. But that second was crucial.
It was right as Scotland pushed him back.
The Spaniard flew back hard and he slammed onto the ground, skidding a while away but thankfully not far enough that he would fall off the edge of the catwalk.
Rolling to the side, he tried to get back up and found himself face-to-face with a very pissed off Scotsman.
Mierda…
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 21, 2012 6:23:40 GMT -5
Canada snapped out of his drunken haze when he heard Norway shouting. What could possibly be wrong? He turned around to look at what Norway was shouting at. Scotland was shoved up against the wall and Spain was pushed to the floor for pinning Scotland to the wall. Why hadn't he noticed earlier? He was never going to drink again, something bad always happens when he does.
He sat up straight on the bed. He had to do something, and fast. So, he did the only thing that came to mind, the only thing that he could do to stop a fight. He had to block the punches, get right in the middle of everything. Luckily, there wasn't many punches flying at the moment, considering Spain was on the ground.
He jumped up from his seat and rushed over to Scotland. He didn't really want to pin down Scotland for a second time, but he knew Scotland a lot better than he did Spain. He threw his arms around Scotland's shoulders and pleaded "Please, you've got to stop fighting, you guys are friends, and friends don't hurt other friends."
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Post by Argentina on Aug 21, 2012 7:36:44 GMT -5
There was a moment where Argentina thought her heart was going to stop. As Spain skidded across the catwalk, she felt her entire body tense, ready to dive forward to catch him if he came to a stop too close to the edge. Luckily, he managed to roll over a good distance, and Tina gave a heavy exhale of breath.
Argentina didn't want this. She tried to tolerate this brawl for as long as she possibly could. Everyone needed to blow off some steam once in a while, and Tina was no exception to that. But this was just too far, and there was a harsh twisting in her gut that told her this would end badly, given she just stood by and watched any longer.
They weren't out of the clear yet. With Scotland standing over Spain, it wasn't looking good. Argentina felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. That's when Canada took some action and dove in, grabbing Scotland's shoulders to restrain him. Tina knew that was her chance to jump in without getting pummeled.
Argentina threw her blanket off of her shoulders and leaped off of the bed, scrambling over to Spain's side. She knelt down beside him, eying Scotland carefully. Deciding it was best to put her trust in Canada to keep Scotland from going off on both of them, Tina grabbed Spain and pulled him close. "God damn it, idiota! Esta es tu culpa!" This is your fault! She gave a whimper that was a similar sound to what a freshly-kicked puppy would make, and tears rolled down her cheeks. "This is what you get for starting fights!"
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Post by Scotland on Aug 21, 2012 9:51:17 GMT -5
[YAY I'm Sweden in Norway's vision!]
When his plan worked and they fell backwards to the floor, Spain managed to somehow twist away so Scotland didn't land on him. The impact of his back hitting the floor nearly knocked the wind back out of him again. Thankfully he'd remembered to tuck his chin as they fell so he didn't strike his head on the floor.
Something cold and wet soaked into his shirt from the floor, probably spilled alcohol, but the sudden cold and wet shock to his back was enough to remind him that Spain was on the loose. Loose and clutched in Scotland's hands where he should be. He immeadiately flipped over and pushed himself up, his feet digging at the carpet to gain traction and bunching it. He didn't even fully stand up to go after Spain trying to get up just a few feet away.
Norway screaming in some other language, maybe his own, didn't mean anything to him since he didn't understand it. He threw himself on the Spanish nation, shoving him around so he could straddle the other's legs as he grabbed for the front of the man's shirt in his left hand as his right arm cocked back to punch the other in the face.
He was ready to let his fist fly for Spain's oddly shocked-looking face when arms wrapped around his shoulders, stopping the forward movement of his right arm. He wasn't listening to Canada's words, jerking his arm forward in an attempt to pull free and continue his punch. He growled loudly as he fought Canada's hold on his arms, heaving the younger nation higher up on his back as he struggled, green eyes seething and reserved purely for Spain at the moment. Whether or not he was actually seeing Spain or perhaps someone else's face, was up for debate.
It was when Argentina made an appearance, her slender arms appearing between them to wrap around Spain's head and pull him close to her...assets, crying. That made him pause. He wasn't used to having a girl in the way.
"Kill them all. Kill every rebel you can find. Man, woman or child."
All the tension bled out of his arms, letting the younger nation's weight pull his arms and then the rest of him back until he sat on his behind between Spain's calves. His chest was still heaving from the adrenaline running through his system, hands still curled into fists. He looked at Argentina holding her big brother and then tapped at Canada's arm the best he could.
"Let us up, lad." His voice was calm. A little rough, but calm. It was fortunate the boy had lived so far away. He hadn't seen the fights in the house that was Great Britian. If he had, maybe he'd be less upset now. Though if he had, maybe he wouldn't be the sweet kid he was.
[It was a pleasure fighting with you, Spain. You were saved from getting a Scottish/Glasgow kiss. To the face. It was planned.]
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 21, 2012 10:25:21 GMT -5
Norway stared at everything with wide eyes. Spain skidding on the ground, Argentina rushing to help him but in his mind they weren't Spain and Argentina....they were now Sweden and Finland...he looked at them with blank eyes and saw that Finland placed a blanket over the larger nation. He then looked up to the Scotish man and Canada who calmed the red headed man down a bit.
The nordic finally saw Scotland start to change more into Denmark. Norway had to cover his eyes...he had seen fights like this between two strong countries to many time to count. The man had always hated seeing this on countries.
Slowly, Norway stood up and walked to Scotland and put his head on the red head's chest...but it didnt seem like Scotland to the nordic nation, he looked more like Denmark now...."Ingen flere kamper Danmark...(no more fighting Denmark)" he said in a small voice. He didnt want to look up, he just wanted the man to know that he didnt want them to fight anymore.
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Post by Scotland on Aug 21, 2012 11:01:44 GMT -5
[While we're waiting, whose head on whose chest?]
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