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Post by England on Aug 1, 2012 9:06:27 GMT -5
"Idiots. Bloody idiots." England mumbled again, not willing to make any effort to sound coherent. He knew that at this rate, he wouldn't be in the next twenty minutes (as much as he loathe admit it), so why even bother trying in the first place? To quote America on something he'd once said, England was ready to open his arms wide and in reaction to what the Nations were chit-chattering about, say 'look at how many fucks I give!'.
"I still don't think this is a good idea." he complained to whoever was willing to listen. "But since we've started, we may as well end it. Just settle in a team already. God knows we'll all be piss drunk at the end of the bloody evening, anyways."
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Post by [x] New Zealand on Aug 2, 2012 19:00:50 GMT -5
"Why can't I? Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't play with you guys. I promise I'll keep up." complained New Zealand. He didn't understand why everyone was trying to get him to sit out. He really wanted to play with the other countries. Why didn't they want to play with him? He didn't think his age had anything to do with them not wanting him to drink, what was age to a country? Well, he didn't have to listen to them anyway.
He took another sip from the bottle and said "There, I'll go nice and slow. Now can I play?"
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Post by America on Aug 3, 2012 8:12:15 GMT -5
America glanced at England, then at New Zealand. Since England used to own the latter, maybe he would be the best person to ask. And he had said he didn't care. Plus, New Zealand was technically old enough, if they decided to look at their ages as countries rather than the physical appearance.
"Don't ask me," he said. "If your team says it's cool, I guess it's cool." He took another drink from his own bottle of beer, wondering just how many it would take to get him drunk this time around. Two for England, probably, knowing how little the island nation had to drink before he became a crazy drunk, so if they multiplied that by, like, ten...
Twenty beers. That was America's goal. If they had twenty beers, anyway. And if America could really drink that much without puking his guts out.
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Post by Malaysia on Aug 5, 2012 5:30:05 GMT -5
"Um... I guess it will be okay if he drink a bottle only..." Malaysia said nervously. There was no way she can stop NZ from what he wanted to do now. A bottle will not hurt, right? It was only one bottle, he cant get drunk easily. And NZ was about more than 150+ years old. So it was alright... Right?
Malaysia stopped trying to think of this and looked at the bottles. Her goal is to drink more than ten bottles. She never really drank beer before, due to the fact that she was forbbidden to. Now that she could, she wanted to try to drink more than normal.
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Post by Japan on Aug 5, 2012 21:40:01 GMT -5
((Well, awkward place to join. Then again, being awkward and nearly invisible seems to be my secondary specialty *shot*))
Japan wandered from the labs, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Really, he needed to pace himself more, but the labs needed to be as up-to-date as possible. It had already taken him ages to sort through the files left behind by Finland, especially the ones not in a language he could readily understand. His fingers still held traces of the highlighter and pen he had been using to mark up the notes, though he planned to wash them off once he reached the sink in the kitchen. The walk from the lab to the kitchen always seemed to get longer and longer each time he made the trek, though that walk was nothing compared to the walk from the labs to his bunk.
A tradition that seemed to be forming around him was that each trek from the lab to the kitchen always found itself interrupted by something occurring in the Common Room. This time, the interruption came in the form of several of his fellow nations and the distinct smell of alcohol. He dropped his gaze, hoping not to catch their attention. If they were drunk enough, or if he was quiet enough, he reasoned that he could sneak by them and obtain his cup of tea in peace. He might not quite make it to the bunks, but even sleeping propped up against one of the cupboards sounded more pleasant than spending more time cooped up in the lab.
He walked until he was almost to one of the walls, still keeping his gaze averted. Then, slowly and as quietly as possible, he began to make his way to the kitchen. The distance between himself and the hall seemed like miles, made longer by his own fatigue and by the rowdiness of the others in the room. 'I can only hope that they are too preoccupied to notice.'
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Post by Denmark on Aug 6, 2012 14:54:16 GMT -5
"Well, technically everyone here would be old enough...I mean, how old is New Zealand really? 200?"
Denmark raised his eyebrows, but he saw the point. He didn't know the kid well, but if he wanted to join. let him join, it was his own fault.
He noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and swung round to see a dark headed nation apparantly 'creeping' across the room.
"Hey!" He called out to them, and, taking a closer look he realised it to be Japan.
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Post by America on Aug 6, 2012 22:17:34 GMT -5
America shrugged when the others agreed to let New Zealand stay in. It was none of his business anymore. Like Denmark said, if Norway drank too much, it would be his own fault. He himself took a drink from his bottle of beer, wondering if they had enough for this drink-off they were planning on doing. He had opened his mouth to ask someone when Denmark called out to a country outside of the room.
Spinning, he noticed it was Japan. "Dude, Japan!" he exclaimed, waving the Asian nation over excitedly. "You can be on my team since we all hate Russia! It's the 'Hate Russia' Team! We're gonna drink to our heart's content and beat that commie sucker!" Revenge for all those times Russia had humiliated him throughout the years. Oh, sweet revenge. "Come on! We have plenty of beer, I think, and more team members never hurt anyone! Plus, I need someone to help me look after Iggy when he gets too drunk!"
Because extra babysitters were always a good thing around an intoxicated England.
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Post by England on Aug 6, 2012 22:28:06 GMT -5
"What are you implying, you bloody ass?" England immediately bristled, momentarily wondering if hitting America with his bottle of beer would shatter it. The answer quickly came up positive, though, so he restrained himself and huffed. "I can take care of myself very well, thank you very much! Stop acting like I'm going to get drunk off a single beer! I'll have you know that my alcohol tolerance level is very high, as I have been drinking since my pirate days."
He then crossed his arms and looked over to Japan.
"Come along if you want, but don't believe anything the stupid wanker tells you."
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Post by [x] New Zealand on Aug 9, 2012 19:44:55 GMT -5
(( he he, wanker. I love British words. ))
It hadn't taken long for New Zealand to get bored. In fact, even though the other nations had been talking, or rather arguing, and he had been listening intently, he had still managed to get bored. In this state of boredom, he had managed to drink the entire bottle of beer. He stared at the empty bottle and let out a huge sigh. When he did this, the air blew just above the bottle and made a sort of echo. New Zealand heard this sound, and thought it was music. He blew again, harder this time, and again the bottle made a sound.
New Zealand turned towards the closest person to him, which happened to be Malaysia, and tugged at her clothes for her to pay attention. "Look at this! it's so cool!" exclaimed New Zealand. He blew on top of the bottle again to show her the sound. Then he turned to look at her again for her approval. "What do you think? It's awesome right? I can play an instrument now too!"
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Post by Japan on Aug 9, 2012 20:08:17 GMT -5
Japan inwardly sighed as he stopped and turned to face the nation that had called to him from across the room. Either he was far too tired to be stealthy--he was decidedly one of the most stealthy nations--or everyone was looking for him (or others to join their game). He gave a small, polite bow to Denmark, resisting the urge to lean against the wall behind him once he straightened. Every bone in his body protested, muscles aching for even the small relief leaning would have provided him. His attention was drawn immediately by America, the blond nation waving his arms around and miraculously not hitting the people around him or spilling his beer.
His weary mind took a moment to process the words, though the fact that the massive group before him was doing something against his (barely tolerable) bunkmate came through his foggy mind crystal clear. 'It seems that this drinking contest is going to be a mixture between proving one's fortitude in general and beating Russia-san at something. Under normal circumstances I would gladly participate with the others, but as I must unfortunately sleep near him I am not entirely sure becoming drunk is a wise choice.' He did not want to spend more sleepless nights, anticipating some attack from the Russia. It was bad enough the two had to share a space not divided by much more than a flimsy mattress. At least in their respective countries there was a body of water between them.
And then there was the prospect of babysitting (or drunksitting, as it really ought to be called) an intoxicated England. Japan had been fortunate enough to miss a fair amount of England's pirate days, though he did have some rather...interesting...memories of England and sake. He knew from stories that England preferred rum and probably handled it well too. But judging from the whispered conversations over lunch that he was, mercifully or coincidentally absent from, it was the only drink he handled. And even that had limits, as some unfortunate nations had discovered (and then refused to recount even under immense pressure from their peers). The thought of dealing with that side of England while his mind and body protested made him feel even more exhausted, and not for the first time in all of his years knowing the Western nations did he not wonder if he really ought to have never opened his door (or let it be broken down either).
But did helping a staggering Englishman to bed outweigh the prospect of potentially humiliating Russia in negativity? His pride screamed no, but his body screamed for the mattress. Besides, if he attempted sleep now he could be long gone before Russia ever staggered back to their shared bunk (if the bastard could even make it up the ladder). He turned fully to America, giving another small bow accompanied by a polite smile. "Ah, it seems that you have already begun, America-san, and I would not wish to interrupt you." He glanced to England too, hearing his own name and politely nodding to him as well. Part of him hoped that England wasn't already so drunk as to not notice how tired he was, and that perhaps the other nation would convince America to leave him alone. He didn't have much hope of that, but compared to America, England could better read his rare facial expressions or body language.
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Post by Malaysia on Aug 9, 2012 20:24:04 GMT -5
Malaysia smiled at the blonde boy. "That looks fun! Let me try!" Malaysia said before blowing air onto the top of the bottle. Sure enough, it made sound. This actually made Malaysia remember of the old times under japan's rule, he would leave her to clear the sakae and beer and she would sometimes blow the top of the bottle, making sounds. This was her childhood toy, older then the top and more.
Speaking of Japan, Japan was standing on the front door of the room. Malaysia was glad to see him. "Nihhon-sama!" She said waving her hand softly in the air, trying to get his attention. As soon as she realise that he was "dying" of fatigue, she stopped and walked to him. Everytime when Japan was tired because he worked overnight, Malaysia would give him a back massage. That always make him sleep suddenly.
She went behind him and gave him a massqge, thinking that he will sleep out of nowhere. That would be fun to watch.
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Post by America on Aug 11, 2012 11:01:03 GMT -5
"If by 'very high' you mean 'shit', then yes, it is." America scowled. "You seriously can't hold your liquor to save your life, dude. Do you know how many times I've had to make sure you didn't kill yourself or something while drunk? Too many." He rolled his eyes, but smiled once again for Japan, who seemed to be hesitating entering in their little drinking game. Well, now, that was no fun. Japan was his best buddy, and they needed some more team members to defeat Russia!
Watching as Malaysia began massaging him, America said, "Aw, come on, Japan! Who cares if we've already begun? You can easily catch up!" When it looked as if Japan really wasn't going to join in on their fun games, he stuck his lower lip out in a pout. "Please?" he begged. "You're, like, the bestest friend I've got and it'll be fun to drink together!" And, yeah, he still needed someone to help him control England when the island nation went into the different stages of intoxication, but that was besides the point right now.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Aug 12, 2012 12:05:08 GMT -5
"What about me?" complained Canada. "I'm your best friend too, right?" Why was he always forgotten? He was America's friend way before he met Japan. He wasn't sure if he wanted Japan to play if he was going to steal America away from him. Was he being to overprotective again? It wasn't fair that Japan couldn't play because of his selfishness.
Looking over to Japan, Canada said "I agree, come and play with us Japan. You need to relax more often, you work too hard." Japan looked really tired right now, so he couldn't blame the asian nation if he decided to decline the offer.
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Post by America on Aug 13, 2012 20:14:59 GMT -5
America blinked, glancing over at Canada. "Hey, I forgot you were here!" he explained, but he grinned a few seconds later. "And you're totally my best friend, too! I got a lot of best friends!" Then, feeling as though he might have been a bit rude to England with the whole 'drunk' thing, he slapped the smaller man's shoulder. "Iggy is my best friend, too! Him and his eyebrows." Er, that might have been rude, too. Trying to backtrack, he added, "I mean, his eyebrows are cool!
He really couldn't say anything correct, could he? Deciding to just leave that whole conversation behind, he nodded excitedly in Japan's direction. "Yeah, relax, man! We'll all have a bunch of beer and go to sleep feeling like we're on Cloud 9 or something! Carpe diem! And all that shit!"
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Post by Japan on Aug 14, 2012 7:46:27 GMT -5
((Malaysia...the mental image of Japan just dropping off to sleep at random amused me greatly! Curse you Meri...you and your pouting...you always get what you want when you pout like that! And aww Canada...you know Meri's just pouting to get Japan to join...*cougheasilyinfluencedcough* XD))
A waving hand and a cry of his name in Japanese caught his attention, and before his brain caught up with a response Malaysia was standing behind him, massaging his shoulders. He immediately tensed, about to protest the invasion of his personal space when her hands gently but expertly pushed and pulled his tired muscles. The motions dragged memories to the surface--long nights hunched over paperwork, only to have her fingers rubbing out knots and sore muscles, until he would stumble off to bed before falling asleep on the important documents--and his body already showed signs of sleeping where he stood. Though his muscles relaxed and the tension left his shoulders, he resisted the call to slumber, another ritual that often went without words. Unlike those times, it was not merely his superiors waiting for his answer but the other nations and their drinking game.
He turned his attention back to America, just in time to catch a smile that could rival the brilliance of the sun shot in his direction. Sunlight made him think of sleeping under a tree in a beautiful garden; he was more for the image rather than actually doing it himself, though it sounded wonderful to his exhausted muscles. And just as he opened his mouth to politely decline with an excuse of more work to do, America's smile turned to a pout that tugged on his old heartstrings. The explanation and repeated invitation made the guilt of refusal force back his excuses and fatigue, though the hands still massaging his shoulders made it oh-so-difficult to not simply give in to rest. His gaze drifted around the circle of nations, self-conscious to suddenly be the focus of so much attention. He quickly reasoned that the sooner he made a decision, the sooner he would be able to (hopefully) lose that feeling.
If Japan was keeping tabs on all the nations that had voted for him to 'join in the fun', he would have: America (the most insistent), England (who didn't seem to mind either way), and Canada (who could probably hold his liquor just fine and who could probably drunksit England far better than he could). He gave a small smile to Canada, feeling a little sorry for him as America rather hastily tried to cover up his mistake. He knew the other nation was a little sensitive; he couldn't blame him, since many of the nations (himself included) often forgot who he was or mistook him for America. Of course, when one took a second look (sometimes a third) the two were clearly nothing alike, which always made Japan feel terrible for mistaking them in the first place. He recalled several times politely taking his time before addressing the other nation. He had less trouble now than when they had first met, but occasionally his tired mind simply refused to supply him with the right name.
He smiled at Canada, gratitude in his gaze as he nodded his head politely. He would have given the other a bow as well, but Malaysia still massaged his shoulders. He did his best not to disturb her, though he did subtly shift so he was not leaning so much towards the wall anymore. It seemed that everyone was determined to get him to at least relax, which his tired mind argued, would be good for him. And it wasn't as though he had anything pressing to do at that moment. "Well...perhaps I could...for a little while...." He finally concluded, already practically feeling America's victorious smile from where he stood. Gently, he pried his shoulders from Malaysia's hands and, after giving her a small, thankful nod made his way over to join the circle.
Two thousand plus years of age...and he was still swayed by that ridiculously (cute) childish facial expression!
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