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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 5, 2012 21:58:15 GMT -5
((Maybe we should consult about headcanons. :'D Mine was that he was pretty good with the nations, but he lost it when Landy declared independence. Yours is different, I think. I'll try and work around that.))
"I'm telling you this because I need to." Was the simple answer, but it was stuck in Spain's throat and unable to leave. It was blocked by a large lump that wouldn't move. He found that he couldn't speak after he told him to prove it.
What did he want him to do? He didn't know how to prove something of this caliber. It's easy to prove you hate someone, but how to you prove you care about them? And furthermore, how do you get them to believe you?
The Spaniard stayed in his silent confusion, concentrating solely on his erratic heart and the painful lump in his throat. He didn't know why he cared so much about the man holding him, nor did he understand why he had to prove it.
Really, he didn't understand anything anymore.
"I... don't know how..." He barely managed to chock out, his hand subconsciously going up to his neck to try and massage the lump away. "I really don't know how..." Panic turned his legs to jelly, and he was incredibly thankful that he was currently being supported by the tall Dutchman. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." He repeated over and over, collapsing against the other's broad chest in defeat. Although in retrospect that could have been a terrible idea, his mind completely shut down and he buried in face in the warm shirt in front of him, clutching desperately to the soft fabric.
If he could, he would have fallen to his knees right then and there and just given up to him completely and let the other do what he wanted to him. Anything to try and make up for past injuries.
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 5, 2012 23:05:44 GMT -5
Netherlands just stared at the other, wide-eyed, in disbelief.
For a moment, he could swear he saw something, just... something else behind his words. But that couldn't be... could it?
Staring in disbelief, he just asked.
"You... you saying that you..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 5, 2012 23:18:26 GMT -5
This was one of the few moments Spain knew what the other had left unsaid.
But he couldn't say he knew the answer, for once.
He looked up at Netherlands, his green eyes swirling with confusion and a hint of hurt. He wasn't going to break down and give in instantly, but if it gave him relief and help, he would seriously consider it.
"I... I think so..." Deep down, he knew exactly what he wanted to admit, and tried his hardest to say the three words he so desperately wanted to, but couldn't in the end. "I'm so confused right now so I don't really know..." He drew a long, shaky breath and exhaled slowly, trying his hardest to return to his normal self and sort things out in his mind. "But I think... I might love you..."
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Post by [x] Norway on Aug 5, 2012 23:20:46 GMT -5
((CELING NORWAY LOVES YALL AT THIS MOMENT!!!!))
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 5, 2012 23:57:33 GMT -5
Netherlands stared, eyes going wide, slowly letting go of the spaniard. During all his life, he could never imagine anything but hatred to be the only feeling the other man had for him.
Or maybe a desire of possession. He knew that feeling, of longing for someone he couldn't have just because it was forbidden, because it hurt his pride.
All of this time, he only judged himself to be an unfufilled desire.
"Why?"
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 6, 2012 0:03:50 GMT -5
Spain suppressed the desire to whimper slightly when he pulled away, but that was to be expected. The other was probably in shock as well from what was just said.
But even though Spain had a guess as to what this feeling was, he still had far too many unanswered questions himself that he needed to answer before he could give Netherlands what he was looking for.
So to cope with the situation, he looked him dead in the eye, not faltering and not falling; strong and true, and he said five simple words:
"Do I need a reason to?"
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 6, 2012 0:36:52 GMT -5
"Yes!" He said quickly, his heart racing like a rabbit.
"You owned me. Held me captive for years like your little boy toy, and when I left, here's the consequence" He pointed to his own forehead, frowning deeply at him "You can't tell for sure you love me, or if I'm just some unfufilled desire, something you want to have and can't."
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 6, 2012 0:45:08 GMT -5
The anger in the other's eyes actually scared Spain just a little.
But only a little.
An unusual aura of seriousness overcame him and he hung his head, covering his eyes with the palm of his hand. A dark chuckle escaped his lips and he stepped back for a fleeting moment.
"I guess I have no choice, do I?" Looking back up, he stepped forward again and tried his last resort to get the Dutchman to believe him.
He pulled the taller man down to his level and pressed his lips against the other's. He didn't smash them together in a show of force; he simply connected them together.
Even though words failed, Spain prayed that actions would show to speak louder in the end. He never had much experience kissing, so all he could do was hope that what he was feeling would be communicated in some shape or form.
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 6, 2012 1:10:17 GMT -5
Now, that was something Netherlands didn't expect, for Spain to kiss him on such a chaste way.
He'd think the other man, for a moment, would start on his dark side again, that he'd get in trouble, and that they'd fight all over his tulips. But that kiss... It was so chaste and gentle, he didn't know what to think of.
Instead, he just brushed his lips over Spain's back, reciprocating just gently, eyes fluttering close as his lips closed over Spain's, sucking gently.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 6, 2012 1:20:12 GMT -5
Likewise, Spain didn't expect Netherlands to respond like he did. He kissed him out of desperation and expected to be pushed away and have their relationship completely ruined.
But this... gave him a glimmer of hope.
He let his eyes slip close and slowly, almost timidly, he slipped his arms around the other's waist, not wanting to rush in headfirst and get pushed away. He may not admit it out loud, but his actions clearly showed that he was scared of getting thrown away by the man he was currently kissing. He didn't have the strength - both emotional and physical - to immediately jump into the passionate kissing he wanted deep down in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to even try and deepen the kiss he was having right now. He could only stay the way he was and handed over all his power to Lars.
Something he never imagined he'd do.
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 6, 2012 1:27:42 GMT -5
It was out of surprise, but Lars didn't push him back. Maybe some could call him vain, or easy, but when he felt Spain's arms over his waist, he couldn't help but suddenly deepen the kiss.
It wasn't gentle, or anything of the kind. Instead, he slid his strong arm around the spaniard's waist and brought him closer to his body, crashing their chests together as another hand tangled on his hair to bring him closer.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 6, 2012 1:33:17 GMT -5
Suddenly flinching, Spain nearly broke away when the kiss was suddenly deepened and he fell hard against Lars' chest.
Fast, that's all he could use to describe this. Very, very, fast.
He moaned (just barely) into the kiss and tried to push his tongue into the other's mouth, but to no avail. He simply could not take back the power he had given. Perhaps... this won't be so bad. He managed to think, slightly nipping at Lars' surprisingly soft lips.
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 6, 2012 1:40:20 GMT -5
It wasn't about power, at least not for Lars. It wasn't about domination, or subjulgating one another for dominance.
It was about feels, about fulfilling old desires that had built up so much to a point where he thought it could overflow, and when Spain requested entrance to his mouth, he gladly complied, parting his lips just slightly.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 6, 2012 1:46:55 GMT -5
Although slightly confused when he was given entrance, Spain didn't think twice about diving in and poking around in the newly discovered moist cavern.
The taste of smoke didn't at all surprise him, but hidden underneath the haze was a small - barely noticeable - taste of something sweet. He didn't know what it was, but he enjoyed searching around to find it more.
He explored so much, he could almost say he knew the mouth presented to him by heart.
((LOL WTF BRAIN. THAT LAST SENTENCE. ADFJALDSFKASDKLF))
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 6, 2012 1:49:38 GMT -5
The dutchman moaned, lowly, allowing the other man to explore his mouth with his tongye before rubbing his own back, tangling so close he couldn't tell where one started and the other finished.
Gripping his parter tighter, he kissed him deeply, panting just slightly before breaking the kiss, just looking a t him embarrassed.
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