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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 25, 2012 20:21:54 GMT -5
A large sweet smile was present on the face of young Juliana as she walked down the halls of the home base her sharp blue-green eyes scanning each room she passed then gave a small disappointed look with each glance showing she did not find what she was looking for.
In her hands she held a small wrapped gift. It was simple brown paper with a lovely aquamarine bow tied in the center with much care and precision. What was within the brown paper was a gift she had been working on for one particularly special person. Her dear brother Gabriel. It was a very special scarf that she had hand knitted to perfection showing his flags colors, White, Blue, and Red in that same order and in the center his flag's insignia sewn in with much care and love.
She pondered where her brother was. She checked outside...and looked in the bunks. She was now making her way into the Commons feeling so annoyed that she stuck her head in and yelled...
"Brat! Where the hell are you?!"
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Post by Slovakia on Sept 25, 2012 21:01:06 GMT -5
One, two, deep breath—a sip of plum brandy, inhale, repeat. Alcohol was never the solution, but it was the question, and the answer was always yes. Even if it was Slovakian black market quality, probably laced with God knows what. But he was a big boy, he could handle whatever was thrown at him.
Gabriel’s hands tightened around the silver flask, ears picking up heavy footsteps heading his way. Boots, perhaps? No matter—either way they were disturbing his little moment of peace, actual peace, something that was too precious to waste in times like those. Licking his lips of all traces of alcohol, he tucked the flask between the layers of his jacket for now, rubbing his hands together. Suddenly, the air inside seemed too cold for even him, the boy who had practically raised himself deep in the mountains.
It was just Juliana, thank God. He seemed to relax, expression softening just slightly; it couldn't be helped. No matter how much he'd like to act like an unemotional tank of a man, family was one thing that could make him smile.
His lips twitched back down into their usual state, however, light eyes rolling at her shouts. Unamused as always, the Slovak didn't bother shuffling to his feet to greet her, saying, “Trying to provoke an avalanche? Or perhaps,” he hummed lightly, “you want to attract forest monsters.”
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 25, 2012 21:28:41 GMT -5
A look as bright as Christmas could be seen the eyes of Juliana when she caught sight of Gabriel. Her smile however thinned at his insult looking annoyed. Leave it to her dear sweet brother to act like that the moment she was planning to give him a present.
She strolled over to him keeping the present in hand stopping only before she was in front of him her hands planted on her hips her eyes warning of the scolding that was to come next.
"Ha ha ha...very funny Gabriel! You shouldn't be so rude towards a lady! Its very unbecoming of a man!"
Her now critical eye fell over his figure looking for something else to scold him over feeling in the mood for some lecturing. Her nose caught wind of something alcoholic...alcoholic and strong. She inhaled deeper finding it strangely nostalgic then found her attention was drawn to the metal flask in his hand.
Her eyes widened as she pointed the finger of accusal at him.
"Are you drinking what I think you're drinking!?"
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Post by Slovakia on Sept 25, 2012 22:07:05 GMT -5
The corners of his lips tilted up in a teasing almost smile. “Then you should warn me when ladies are near, jo? I wouldn't want to give off the wrong impression.”
Meeting her eyes, he cocked his head slightly, a brow raising as she seemed to.. inspect him? Usually, it was the other way around, and in his opinion, with reason. Someone needed to check up on Czech-ia and who was better than he to do it? “Take a picture, it lasts longer,” he muttered. “Staring isn't ladylike, you know.” Uncomfortably, he shifted under her gaze.
“What— this? …” He trailed off, forming excuses in his mind. “…sniffing about like a boar isn't very ladylike either, Julka,” he continued, voice unwavering, “and of course you are the master of womanly manners. Or, am I wrong, sestra?” Another polite smile spread across his lips as he subconsciously tried to cover up the snark in his tone.
The flask founds its way to his lips once more. If his position was compromised, why should he care at all who saw him?
“It's just a little slivovica. To relax.” Sighing deeply, “just a little bit to calm my nerves, nothing too hurtful.”
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 25, 2012 22:37:10 GMT -5
Her eyes turned into slits as they blazed with what seemed like fire. Since she was a small child she proved to have a very short fuse. Her anger was usually projected onto her childhood friends Author Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy but if provoked enough she would not be afraid to unleash holy hell onto her brother. Right at this moment he was walking on this ice.
She sneered. "Keep insulting me...maybe you'll loose your tongue."
Her gaze fell on the flask like it was evil then her eyes fell onto him now creating a look that was almost as intense as cousin Natalia's...and just as deadly. Let it not be mistaken that Juliana herself didn't enjoy a good drink from time to time but for him to drink something that strong? She felt it rather unnecessary...she was sure a beer could've calmed his nerves just as well. She grit her teeth taking in his insults with a smile on her face that looked scary to even gaze at.
"Yes my dear Brat...I am very skilled in the art of womanly manners...however I think that Author and Francis could tell you that just because I have them doesn't mean I won't kick your ass..."
She looked at it quietly suddenly having a desire to taste some. It had been so long since she had tasted something that strong. So long that she almost seemed to have forgotten. Thinking it over quietly she finally came to a descion. She set her package on the table before them and took a seat right next to Gabriel her hand held out as though expecting him to place something in it.
"Give me a sip." She said avoiding his eyes as a tight frown touched her face.
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Post by Slovakia on Sept 26, 2012 7:21:32 GMT -5
Calmly Gabriel stated, “if you are going to threaten me, dearest, you should try to take away something precious to me. Not something I never use.” Snorting lightly (his version of a chuckle), he shook his head as if the idea were ridiculous. He had no reason to speak and he could eat without a tongue—oh, but he would definitely miss kissing. And not many would find lack of tongue attractive. Hopefully, at least; he didn't know what those far Eastern European women liked.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he caught tidbits about “skills” and “women” but what caused the disbelieving grin on his face was definitely the last part. “You think you can beat me? You can't even take this flask away from me.”
To prove his point, he wiggled it up in the air, the smell of sweet plums diluted not too much by the alcohol, a woody aroma. This was why he loved slivovica. It smelled like home. His favourite memories were of picking fruit with the neighbours, near the Hungarian border, and if Erzsébet was there, taunting her with the size of his harvest.
In a few seconds, the flask rested once more against his abdomen, safe. Victory was his, as he'd succeeded to bring her to his side, but the brandy was also his and now he'd have to share. Damn it, note to self: think through your plans.
“I all ready put my lips on it!” he protested, hand wrapped around the container. “Besides, you'll drink it all. I only have a few bottles left, and it takes more to…” Thinking, he bit down on his lower lip as he thought of how to rephrase it. “To fully relax.”
Orbs of blue-gray eyed the flask as if it were his most beloved possession and, by way of its disgruntled owner, the flask founds its way to the woman's open hand. “You don't appreciate my kindness enough—bustin' my ass out there, keeping an eye on you above all, nerves rigid.”
“Letting you drink even though you are just barely an adult!” he added, lips pouting just slightly, like a teen who had gotten his iPod taken away.
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 26, 2012 11:29:42 GMT -5
A large devious grin touched the young Czech at her brother’s prattling on with his excuses. If there was one thing she loved to do it was tormenting others particularly men. It felt so rewarding to watch a ‘big strong’ man squirm.
It was now her turn to tease Gabriel when she was handed the flask. She held it up and shook it hearing the brandy sloshing inside proving him right about the low quantity. She placed just below her nose inhaling it deeply taking it in with a small smile. She could smell the sweetness of Gabriel’s plums. One of her favorite fruits, besides apples of course.
She was hesitant when she placed it to her lips but pushed it aside and took a quick sip. It stayed in her mouth for a moment as she closed her eyes. It was both revolting yet delicious at once which was her usual preference when it came to alcohol. She swished the slivovica in her mouth for a moment taking in the flavor then swallows it. It burned down her throat and made her feel all warm as she gave a shudder in pleasure. She had to admit that Gabriel’s preference was very satisfying.
After finishing her sip she handed the flask back to him refusing to take another. Who was she to deny a man of his pleasures?
“Dekuji Gabriel, it was very good. Oh and Gabriel?”
Without warning she slammed her fist into his shoulder flashing him a mischievous smirk.
“When I want you to look after me I’ll ask you to…”
The taste still lingered making her go into pout-mode. Now she wanted more…Her head perked up with a sudden idea a smile coming over her. She stood up at once and went right for the door.
“Wait right there! I’ll be right back!”
She was out the door but was forced to stop and pull back her eyes falling on the gift on the table and then her brother. There was no way she was going to let him deny her the pleasure of seeing the look on his face when he opened it. Her aura darkened just slightly as she pointed the finger of DOOM directly at him.
“Do not touch that gift while I’m gone…”
Without another word she left her brother to get her surprise trusting him to do as she so nicely commanded of him.
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Post by Slovakia on Sept 26, 2012 15:28:06 GMT -5
“I know. It's Slovakian, what did you expe—kurva!” He hissed just a little, rubbing his now aching shoulder. “Do you expect me not to?” Under his breath, the Slovak muttered, “crazy girl.” Of course he wouldn't loosen up on her protection. What kind of brother would he be then? But judging by how hard the redhead had punched—playfully!— it didn't seem like she would need him hovering over her every second of the day.
Far too used to the menacing looks (not only hers but of their neighbours too), Gabriel shrugged, playing with his flask. His finger traced the insigne engraved into the silver, just barely flickering up to see what the big deal was about.
“Gift? For who?” She was all ready gone by the time he had opened his mouth. His mouth scrunched to the side as he debated whether or not it was worth the energy. Absentmindedly, he started playing with the package, squeezing its centre.
Technically, he had not agreed to anything… it grew quiet again. He reminded himself that curiosity had killed the cat. But he was no cat—more like a ram! ..who would find itself between the jaws of a lion if caught.
For now, Gabriel just felt the present through its wrapper.
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 26, 2012 15:39:13 GMT -5
The young girl had reached the bunks looking cautiously over her shoulder just in case someone was near. She did not want them to see what she was getting. She went right to the one thing she brought with her, her large sewing box filled to the brim with fabrics, needles and thread of any color you could imagine. She began to rummage through the sea of colors until she at last found it. Her secret stash of Czech beer. Before she had left she had decide to bring some with her just in case there was an occasion. Though there wasn't any particular occasion she thought that just being able to sit and talk with her brother alone was enough of a reason to open a couple.
Keeping it in hand she walked back to the Common Room humming again keeping her step extra quiet as she peeked in to see if he was doing what she told him to. Naturally he was doing the exact opposite. She cocked a brow...hating very much to be ignored but decided to let it slide since she was in a rather good mood now.
"Hey Brat!"
She waltzed on in and gave a large grin as she held her case of beer looking very cheerful indeed.
"Would you maybe like to switch to beer?"
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Post by Slovakia on Sept 26, 2012 17:32:03 GMT -5
The package fell from his hands onto the table, and startled, he looked up, only to become even more surprised. He pursed his lips into a tight line but the corners of his lips twitched up, tempted to smile. Slovak beer was pretty good but even he had to admit that Czech beer was the best. He laid his chin against his palm, and in almost teasing tone said, “Well, aren't you prepared?”
Suddenly he shifted and his large hands hit the table's surface, a smirk especially reserved for his family spreading across his dry lips. There was no competitive look in his eyes—just raw cockiness, because he knew for sure that this was one thing that he could do and do extremely well.
“Let's spice things up, sestra. When was the last time you had a real competition?”
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 26, 2012 19:22:31 GMT -5
'There's that cocky look...'
She hated that look it drove her crazy every time he gave it to when he challenged her...she hated just how smug he acted especially when it came to something like drinking. He knew probably as well any of their family how good of a drinker she was and how competitive she got when in the middle of a heated battle against brothers.
One thing was for sure, that look that Gabriel gave her just signed her on to this little competition and she was determined to win.
Casually she strolled over to him keeping her oh so sweet smile placing the beer down on the counter. She then proceeded to sit down, smoothing out her skirt like a proper young lady flashing a cocky grin to Gabriel.
"It has been a while dear brat...but let me ask you this..."
She leaned over to him making direct eye contact keeping her smirk yet her eyes shown deep determination and defience.
"Can you provide me with one?"
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