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Post by [x] Netherlands on Jul 11, 2012 23:21:36 GMT -5
For a moment, Lars was surprised when he asked. He didn't feel specially hot, but he was used to the cold in Europe, specially when he lived on a place with a lame rainy weather that so rarely saw the sun. So it was just normal for him to feel the slightest raising of temperatures, and for it to show on his fair skin.
But as he saw Antonio flopped on his lap, pressing their foreheads together, said skin went not pink, but a bright shade of red, almost crimson, and his whole body went hot with so much contact.
Instantly, as if the touch of his skin on his forehead could burn, he jolted back, but soon found out he couldn't really go any farther than just lying back with Spain on his legs. And so he did, staring at his companion, mortified by his own reactions.
"I-I'm alright. It's just the sun"
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 12, 2012 20:37:22 GMT -5
Spain noticed the rapid changing of color on his face and was about to ask him again if he was alright, but was pulled down so he was on top of Netherlands. He didn't really realize the position they were in, so he didn't quite get why he was stuttering.
"Are you sure?" Concern was quickly dissipated as Spain realized the coloring of his cheeks. "I mean, you look like a tomato~" He smiled, poking the squishy cheek in front of him. "If you weren't so angry and scary all the time, I'd say you'd look adorable~"
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Jul 12, 2012 21:27:12 GMT -5
For a moment, Lars pouted. Actually pouted, flushed cheeks, pursed lips and all. It was highly unlike of him to do such a childish display, but he felt like a kid when around Spain, as if the older man, even with his childish behavior, had the power to make him look ridiculous.
"No, I'm not okay. You sitting right on my cock." Netherlands bluntly complained, lying down on the mud.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 12, 2012 21:40:41 GMT -5
Spain - ever dense and easily confused - looked down and saw that yeah, he was indeed sitting on top of Lars' crotch.
"Ah, lo siento!" Quickly, he jumped back and sat on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck in sheepish embarrassment. "I didn't realize that... I was too worried about you running a fever or getting sick to really pay attention, I think." His green eyes darted to the side, almost afraid to meet the other man's. He really should have noticed. Cursed obliviousness! If he paid more attention to his surroundings, he could have avoided the awkwardness completely! Oh well, it's not like he could change at the push of a button or anything.
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Jul 12, 2012 21:59:09 GMT -5
"It's okay" He said a bit pink, using his scarf to hide his crotch from the other man's view.
"I was just afraid..."
"Of my reaction" He thought, flushing deep red at the thoughts that went through his head.
And afraid of Romano, he mentally added. Cuz he knew the boy was vicious when he wanted to. And Lars really didn't wish he'd ever give him reason to want to.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 13, 2012 8:27:16 GMT -5
He was afraid? Afraid of what?
With a lopsided smile, Spain relaxed a bit, shifting position so he was sitting with his ankles crossed. "What could you, of all nations, be afraid of, Landy~?" He joked, remembering how the younger would always be the brave one and never seemed to be scared of anything. Not even of the Spaniard. "Come on~ You can tell me~"
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 4, 2012 22:34:28 GMT -5
"Of getting a hard on for you" Deadpans.
Really, that was something he was afraid of. Of getting a Hard-on for the Spaniard. Because he was pretty sure he would regret it someday.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 4, 2012 23:03:55 GMT -5
Little did the Netherlands seem to NOT remember, Spain doesn't know the meaning of "sarcasm" (even if the Dutchman wasn't using it).
His tanned face turned a bit pink, and he froze up completely, his smile quickly fading and his eyes growing wide. "Y-You... You can't be serious...." He sunk back and covered his face with his hands, completely in disbelief of the entire statement. Was the other nation... always attracted to him like that?
He had a million other questions running around in his mind, but one stood out above all the others.
How did he feel about that?
He wasn't quite sure himself, since he never bothered to think about it, but now... Now he has to do some thinking.
Sitting in silence, he let the gears attach and re-attach while just starting in utter confusion and disbelief at Lars.
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 4, 2012 23:27:37 GMT -5
"Oi, don't ya have a dick?" The other man asked, staring at him monotonously.
Really, didn't he know how it felt, when someone sat on top of your penis and started rubbing? Even if he had no desire for said person, he couldn't help such a stimulation to his privates.
Not to mention that he'd been without sex ever since he's got there.
Of course he'd get hard.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 4, 2012 23:41:03 GMT -5
((XDDD Clearly you and I were thinking different reasons for said hard-on. I went more romance-y and drama-y and you did a complete 180.))
"Well, yes, but... That's not-" Exasperated and embarrassed completely beyond belief, Spain awkwardly scratched his cheek and looked away. "Never mind." Even by simply lightly touching his face, he could tell that he was most likely flushed bright red, and looking like one of his precious tomatoes. "I just thought..." He mumbled, trying to avoid saying what he really was thinking.
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 5, 2012 0:04:24 GMT -5
[Now that you said that, I read back our RP and thought that YES, WE WERE THINKING THE SAME THING, but it seems I've been porning too much lately :'D]
"Thought what?" Netherlands asked. Like hell he would ever admit his reason for Spain causing him such an intimate reaction was other than physical.
He couldn't feel anything but physical attraction for the man. It was just as wrong as wishing Canada, or maybe even worse. He was commited.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 5, 2012 0:18:44 GMT -5
Spain swore in his mind, he had been hoping the other hadn't heard him.
Too late to back out now.
"I just thought there might had been something more, is all." With a smile full of hopelessness and despair, Spain stood up. He brushed off his dirty pants, almost wishing that his conscience would be cleaned as well. "Looks like I was wrong~" He sang, trying to keep his voice from cracking slightly at the edges but failing miserably.
He wasn't worried about what the Dutchman might think, nor was he worried about anyone else's opinions on the situation.
He was the worried and scared one. He didn't know why he was suddenly depressed and feeling like he had been rejected.
Had he, somewhere in their long and shared history, developed feelings that were more than platonic for Lars?
If he hadn't, there was nothing to worry about.
But if he had... He had a shitstorm coming right at him.
The mere thought that he might have done something majorly wrong terrified him right to the core.
In fact, he didn't even feel the small pinpricks of tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
((Just saying: I'm really proud of this. :'D))
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 5, 2012 19:59:07 GMT -5
"Don't you tell me..." Netherlands started, gripping his wrist and throwing his mass of muscles over the other man, pinning him against his body.
"Stop playing games with me!" The Dutchman demanded, watching the tears form in the corner of his eyes perplexed.
Why did he cry? Could it be that his feelings was perhaps....
"What's this about, Antonio? You hate me."
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 5, 2012 21:11:37 GMT -5
"What's this about, Antonio? You hate me."
The words echoed in the blankness of his mind, and he flinched when he was pressed against the other's body. He wasn't sure if it was from the shock of suddenly being trapped or from actual fear - something that he hadn't felt in centuries.
"I don't hate you." He stated simply, shaking his head.
As he thought about somehow hating the other, he could honestly say he never did. When the Netherlands had declared independence and Spain attacked him, giving him the scar on his forehead, he didn't do it out of hate; he just lost control of himself. He couldn't handle losing another person he loved, and what little sanity he had left disappeared for a brief and pivotal moment in history.
Little did the Dutchman know, Spain had always felt guilty when he saw the scar for centuries after, knowing that he hurt one of the few people he really cared about.
In a quiet voice that even he could barely hear, he went on: "I never hated you... you were important to me... When you left, I couldn't handle it... I just lost it..." His voice grew just a hair louder, and he wasn't even sure what he was doing or saying anymore. "I know this will never make up for what I did in the past, but I just want you to know... I'm sorry for everything I did to make you believe I hate you."
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 5, 2012 21:38:51 GMT -5
"Why are you telling me this?" Netherlands asked, perplexed.
He couldn't believe, could never believe on what the spaniard was telling him. He didn't hate him? He was important to him? Who did he want to fool? He hit him, scarred him, fucked his life up, and now wanted him to believe he didn't hate him?
"Prove it."
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