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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 21, 2012 11:07:44 GMT -5
(He's on Scotland's chest! Sorry I'll fix it a bit.)
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 21, 2012 19:05:23 GMT -5
Spain’s entire body trembled. He hadn’t been that close to imminent danger from another nation since centuries ago; the time he got caught by England and mercilessly tortured for months on a time... He didn't want to remember it at all, but having someone who even looked like England was enough to have the memories come flooding back. The physical memory of those days continued to haunt him and he could once again feel the chains on his arms, the cuffs around his legs, the whip gashes and the deep cuts from a blade, the deep-set feeling that at any time, he was going to be invaded in the most intimate and horrific of ways.
Fear and adrenaline went too hand-in-hand for his comfort as everything blended together and he thanked as many divine powers as he could name that Canada stepped in and pulled the Scotsman off him, enabling him to avoid another major mental breakdown and giving him the chance to calm himself down.
He tried to steady his erratic breathing, still shaking from both the panic that he could have seriously hurt Scotland or even someone else and the terror that came with a pretty near-death experience.
“Lo siento, Tina.” The warmth of his former colony holding him helped him return to normal much faster than if he was alone and he pushed the dark and violent urges down until they were barely felt. “I didn’t mean to scare you... I just lost it for a while, that’s all.” He sat up and turned around so he could properly hug her. “I’m fine now.” I can’t believe I lost it like that around others! Scotland can handle it, but I can’t believe I lost it around Cana, Nor and especially Tina. I always did my best not to do that… I’ve failed, haven’t I?
He backed away a little so he could look Argentina in the eyes. “Tina, I need you to promise me something. If I ever get like that again, I need you to do whatever it takes to stop me. Got it?"
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 21, 2012 21:08:58 GMT -5
"No, I can't let you go, you'll start fighting again. I don't like fighting." stated Canada. His grip on Scotland's shoulders only got tighter. He placed his head against Scotland's cheek. He felt exhausted for some reason, and Scotland's face was soft and warm. Almost a perfect pillow to sleep on. He couldn't possibly sleep on a person though, that would be rude. No matter how comfortable he was, he knew he had to get back on the bed, but, a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, right? It's wasn't like Scotland was pushing him off, not yet anyway.
"Your face is soft, and you smell like alcohol." said Canada. He was to tired to care what came out of his mouth anymore. He barely even knew what he was staying. He could have been talking about flying watermelons for all he knew. He removed one arm from around Scotland's shoulders and used that hand to pat the top of Scotland's head.
"Good boy Scotty, good boy." mumbled Canada. He struggled to keep both of his eyes open.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 21, 2012 21:57:13 GMT -5
Argentina wanted to slap Spain. She wanted to be mad at him, yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to scold him. Not when he was trying his best to apologize and begging for her to do her part in keeping anything like this from happening again.
"...D-damn it. Fine, okay? I-I'll stop you... however I can, I guess." Argentina sighed heavily as she wiped away her tears with her sleeve. She shot a glare over her shoulder at Scotland, who was now surrounded by both Norway and Canada. Both were ignoring any possible personal space boundaries the Scotsman may want obeyed.
Again, Argentina wanted to be angry - she wanted to go off on Scotland and yell at him for even thinking of hurting Spain. Yet, deep down, she knew that wouldn't solve anything. The fight was over now. Tina shook her head in distaste and turned her back to the red-head, facing Spain.
"Are you alright?" She spoke up. Although she wasn't turned towards Scotland, the question was directed to both him and Spain. "No serious injuries on either of you or anything like that?" Argentina had to use her sleeve repeatedly to rub her eyes free of tears. She was mentally cursing herself for being unable to stop crying.
(Sorry this post is kinda short, I'm getting ready for bed and just wanted to get this out of the way. I know I'd forget to write anything if I put it off until tomorrow morning.)
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Post by Scotland on Aug 22, 2012 10:17:10 GMT -5
[Okay, now everyone is crying, like a bunch of drunk Englands.]
To say that Scotland was shocked to have two people sandwiching him between them was an understatement. Ireland would sometimes hug him after a fight with England; France did a few times, but no one else dared. He wasn't used to this much contact outside of making out or sex. Canada was practically purring and cheek rubbing him like a cat and Norway was in his lap like a child seeking comfort. For a moment he just looked over at Spain, tense and frozen, as if seeking guidance.
Seeing the other turn and hug Argentina, he looked down at the top of Norway's head and lifted his right arm as high as he could manage with Canada still tightly holding his arms down so he could place his hand on Norway's pale-haired head. As much as instinct yelled he wants me! he knew there was a reason he shouldn't go with instinct and proceed to make out with the nation in his lap. What was that reason again? It was important, but he wasn't sure what it was. He also had no clue what Norway had said, though it included Denmark. Was Norway seeing someone else's face on him?
When Canada started petting his hair, he relaxed almost against his will. Tension drained out of him to the point his shoulders slumped a bit. Even if Canada was calling him Scotty. He was used to the nickname by now. He didn't know what he should be doing at this point as cuddling wasn't an area of expertise, unless it was with a lover. So he sat there a bit bewildered, one hand on Norway's head and being pettied by Canada. Normally he would be outside at this point, smoking to calm down, getting away from anyone else who might get punched in the face. Fortunately, England wasn't as viciously possessive as in the past when the redhead would find himself chained to something after a fight.
Argentina had been glaring at him before she turned her back to him, so he looked at nothing, staring at the bit of floor between his spread feet. He waited like that for a few moments before the tension seeped back into his body because he couldn't sit still for long with this much body contact. He shifted, gathering his legs under himself and started to rise, moving the hand from Norway's head to slide around Norway's back, under Norway's arm, to help him rise. He got up slowly, twisting at his waist to slide his other arm around Canada's waist.
"Ta bed, ma lovlies, fer mornin' comes too soon," he said in a soft, somewhat sing-song voice as he halfway drug them to his own bunk because he wasn't sure where theirs were. "Dream o' cakes and' honey wit the lady in the moon."
He sat them onto the bunk one after the other, and tugged the blanket Argentina had thrown off across their legs. They could figure out on their own if they were wandering off to their own bunks or staying. He glanced at the other big brother with little sister to see what they were doing as his hands itched to go through the motions of lighting up.
[He's just caught entirely off guard by the dual hug. Scotland muse didn't even want to talk for this post]
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 22, 2012 11:16:27 GMT -5
(Drunk Iggy's EVERYWHERE!!!)
Norway felt a warm hand on his head...this puzzled him for a bit, Denmark's hands weren't warm....they where always cold. Finally something hit him...it wasnt the dane he was with, it was Scotland. The nordic closed his eyes and sighed, he had to remember what was real and what was just memories....
Before the nordic could do anything he was gestured to the bed with Canada and he sat down. He looked up to the Scottish man and said, "Im sorry...." he felt like he should apoligize because he didnt mean to talk in his own language or make anything awkward. Norway looked over to the brother and sister who where just sitting there and hugging one another. He felt a little bad for some reason. The nordic country fell back into the bunk and sighed.
"Are you alright?" Norway finally asked Canada a little uneasily.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 23, 2012 11:15:28 GMT -5
"Good." Spain kissed the girl's forehead and helped her up, assuring her once again that he was alright and if he had anything, it'd more than likely be just a few bruises or scratches that France could look at later.
As he helped her to bed, he wiped away some of her tears. "No llores, mi hermanita. Estoy bien ahora." He kissed her forehead again and wrapped a blanket around her, humming softly and gently whispering and old lullaby. "A la nanita nana nanita ella~ Mi nina tiene sueno bendito sea, bendito sea~"
Continuing to hum, he smoothed down her hair and looked up at Scotland, nodding to communicate everything's alright now. Though he would LOVE to talk to him later about this.
[This feels short to me... I would've made it longer, but I didn't wanna God-mod or anything. >.<;;]
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 23, 2012 23:41:07 GMT -5
"I'm fine." answered Canada. "But the honey lady is going to eat my cakes." He leaned over and rested his head on Norway's shoulder. He was trying to repeat what Scotland had said, but he didn't get it right. He was to tired to get the actual meaning of the sentence. His eyelids dropped down, but he forced them to stay open. He wanted to see what would happen next, he was only going to bed if everyone else was.
"Do, do the faries like cakes? Because the honey lady ate them all. Will they be sad?" asked Canada. He was directing the question at Norway. He thought that Norway had farie friends like England, or was he mistaken? "I don't like sad faries, they try to bite my fingers."
Then, he sat up very quickly and shouted out "The antelopes are eating my french fries! There in cohorts with the kangaroos! They stole my fries!" Then he collapsed back onto the bed.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 24, 2012 13:47:47 GMT -5
(Sorry in advance if this is horrible, I'm really tired out from the first day of school today. My brain's flicked to "off".)
Argentina sighed and half-dragged her feet across the floor as Spain helped her into bed. He bundled her in blankets, and began to hum a lullaby that the former colony could very clearly remember from her childhood. The familiarity of it all was so soothing and comforting, even just the sense of Spain's presence by her bedside reminded her of when he would tuck her into bed as a child. She closed her eyes and gave a content sigh. Tina could almost fall asleep right then and there, and she would have been out like a light for the whole night...
...And yet, something felt wrong. There was an aching, longing feeling in Argentina's chest that she just couldn't shake.
Tina's eyelids fluttered open when she heard Canada blurted out a whole lot of nonsense at random. Something about antelopes? Not showing much concern at all, Argentina reached up and flung her arms around Spain's neck, yanking so he would almost inevitably be dragged down on top of her.
That is, unless he could find a way to remain standing with Argentina using all of her weight to hold him down - all 40 83 107 pounds!
Argentina began nuzzling her face against Spain's cheek, much like Canada had been doing before to Scotland. "You smell nice, Jefe~" Boss.
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Post by Scotland on Aug 26, 2012 11:01:17 GMT -5
The Celtic nation turned away from the two in the bed, just catching Norway's apology and giving him a brief confused look in return. He had no idea what Norway was apologizing for. He hadn't thought so, but maybe Norway felt so kind of responsibility for the brawl. The only person he himself blamed was Spain. Spain shouldn't have been so pushy, ordering a Scotsman, a drunk Scotsman at that, around. Even England thought twice, or sent some poor fool to do it instead.
Speaking of Spain, he was giving Scotland a look and nodding. Unable to figure out what the look might mean in his inebriated state, he instead flashed his fore and middle fingers in a V symbol, but with the back of his hand towards the other. Let Spain figure out the meaning on his own.
Canada started shouting nonsensical things, making Scotland look back in concern. Was he asleep already? Meh, Norway would look out for him. He appeared to like the young nation, which was good, as long as he didn't go too far. With Spain tucking Argentina into another bed and no sign of France in the upper bunk to drown his sorrows with, so he half-climbed, half-slid down the ladder to go outside and smoke. No point in getting too worked up for something that was as common place as getting the hiccups for him.
[And Scotland bows out of the thread. Feel free to finish your own RPs]
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 26, 2012 12:57:29 GMT -5
(ok scotty~)
Norway stared at the Canadian who was yelling about random things. The nordic scooted himself closer to the man and carressed his head lovingly and said, "Shh, we'll get you new fries later hun. And the fairies wont bite your fingers, Troll will make sure of that." The older man knew that his lover was definetly drunk.
"Remind me to never let you get drunk again, ok?" Norway said with a sigh. He didnt get this drunk but he could feel the buzz of the alcohal still over him. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and carressed Canada's face gently.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 26, 2012 13:09:45 GMT -5
Spain was just about to ask Scotland why he gave him the European equivalent of America's "middle finger", but was pulled down to Argentina's bunk by none other than said drunk nation.
Who was calling him Boss.
"T-Tina?!" He stuttered, trying to get out of her grip. Oh, what an awkward position he was in. He was half-on, half-off the bed and was being cuddled and nuzzled by his former colony-slash-his younger sister.
He squirmed, trying to breathe a bit. "I'm glad you think I smell good, but you really need some sleep and I need air."
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 27, 2012 20:38:30 GMT -5
(( Do you guys know the story behind that finger sign? because I do. *smiles* ))
Completely ignoring Norway, Canada jerked his head towards Scotland's retreating figure. How could you not look at that red hair of his? It was mesmerizing to Canada. His eyes followed the sign that Scotland made with his hands. It was just an odd way to make a peace sign. He squirmed away from Norway's hands. He fumbled with his fingers until he got the sign right, which was very hard to do since his cordination wasn't the best at the moment.
He turned towards Norway and yelled out "Peace! It's a peace sign!" He grabbed one of Norway's hands and shoke it up and down once. "You try it now!" said Canada.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 28, 2012 15:54:52 GMT -5
(Too late - damn rotation - but, bye, Scotland~! If you're stalking this thread; nice RPing with you!)
A soft rumble came out of the back of Argentina's throat - probably something that someone could find similar to a cat's purr. She tried her best to ignore the Spaniard's futile twisting and squirming as he struggled to break free of her grip. With her hazed mind, tunnel-vision, and all-around dimmed senses, Argentina took what Spain said as the exact opposite of what he wanted, and only hugged him tighter.
However, she wasn't going to throw out his words and ignore them completely. At the mention of being unable to breathe with her holding him like this, the former colony's vibrant sea-green eyes lit up with excitement.
"You can't breathe?" Argentina loosened her grip, but only to a point where she wasn't completely strangling Spain. She leaned in close, the tip of her nose touching his. There was a hint of seductiveness and lust hidden behind her misty eyes, and a flirtatious, yet gentle smile on her face. Her cheeks were lightly dusted with a rosy shade of pink, but whether that was from genuinely blushing, or it was just a red face as a result of alcohol consumption is up for speculation.
"If that's the case; how about some mouth to mouth, mi Querida?" My Darling.
(Lololol sorry, Spain. Scottie and I sorta planned this behind your back. XD Not gonna godmod or anything, you can have Spain pull away if you want to, which is partially the point of the slightly-loosened grip around his neck. I just thought it'd be funny to see what Spain's reaction to something like this would be~)
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 28, 2012 16:05:12 GMT -5
Norway's eyes widened and he sat up and made the yonger man but his finger down. "No! Dont do that Canada!" The nordic said sternly. He was worried that someone saw that so he stuffed the Canadian's hand under blankets and he flicked his nose. It felt like he was scolding a little kid when they said a cuss word.
"Bad canada." Norway said with a small smile..."You should sleep now, can you do that for me?" He wanted the younger man to just sleep and get over his hangover and become the normal man that he was when he wasnt drunk.
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