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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 7, 2012 13:03:55 GMT -5
For once, Spain's outlook matched the weather.
Dark, dreary and depressed.
His instinct was right; Romano was not happy at all. In fact, Spain was lucky that he escaped with only a few major wounds. Austria cleaned him up a bit, but just barely. He had to wrap most of his wounds on his own and found that his hands were shaking too much to properly do it. The white bandages on his arms and neck were loose and bloody in addition to the scratches on his face and bruises on his chest.
It was most certinatly not a good day.
He sighed, sitting down by a tree and using it to support his back. Finally he had some solace and some quiet comfort on the riverbank. There were quite a few rivers at his place and had always enjoyed fishing in them, so whenever he was stressed or in pain, he would go to the side of a river and relax.
But what he really wanted to do was heal both his heart and body.
He could say that he had loved Romano at one point, but his feelings for the Italian died some time along the way. And then after some self-realization, he figured out he had fallen in love with Netherlands, who still didn't trust him because he only seemed to see the Spaniard at his worst. So although he was very happy he had been freed from Romano, he only seemed to be caught in a bigger mess with the Netherlands. The taller nation wouldn't be quick to like him at all, even after they kissed.
Closing his eyes, Spain set his head against the rough wood behind him, rubbing one of the many slap wounds that was given to him. While he was doing that, in the back of his mind he wondered if he would ever be able to be trusted again.
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 10, 2012 22:52:23 GMT -5
It had been a while since Netherlands hadn't thought of Spain. Ever since the day in the greenhouse, the man had been paranoic, thinking of the Spaniard every single moment of the day, even during his sleep the other man had haunted him.
He had spent an entire night awake before deciding he had enough and that he should forget Antonio. The next day, he decided to go fishing by the river, to use the calm and soothing noise of the water running to calm himself, and to clear his mind.
And so he did, early in the morning, not noticing when someone else appeared.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 10, 2012 23:01:50 GMT -5
The rustle of branches beside the Spaniard shocked him awake. The sound of muffled, shuffling footsteps wasn't good and could only mean a zombie was near him.
He lifted his axe up with his good arm and swung it so that it would at least get close to whomever (or whatever) surprised him.
"Be careful, or I may just-" He stopped himself short when he saw the familiar point of blonde hair emerge.
Instantly he relaxed, pulling the axe back down to rest next to him. "Aye, Landy~ You scared me! I thought you were a zombie for a minute. You should be careful how you walk; if you keep shuffling your feet, I'm going to keep thinking you're something dangerous and kinda scary."
For some reason, seeing the Dutchman gave him a bittersweet feeling. He knew that their relationship would probably never work out, but he still had some hope that they could make it work.
If a certain someone would learn to forgive and forget... Or at least forgive.
"So, what are you doing out here so late? Or is it early? Ah, I've been out here so long, I don't even know what time it is!" Spain rambled, exhaling deeply. Until now, he didn't realize just how difficult it was to maintain such a positive outlook. However, that was soon forgotten when he saw the fishing rod. "You out here to go fishing? Lo siento if I'm bothering you."
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 10, 2012 23:24:57 GMT -5
The moment Netherlands heard someone behind him, he gripped a bat he kept with him and was about to hit him when he was called. Oh fuck, it seemed the man was haunting him, wherever he was, even if to forget that memory, the man himself appeared.
"Stop calling me that, it's stupid" He snapped, rubbing his temples, feeling a headache. "What do you want?"
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 10, 2012 23:53:55 GMT -5
((I'm just gonna keep rolling with my side of the story; the one where I'm on the ground, sitting under a tree as I had been for a long, long while and you appeared behind him. Don't worry about editing your post; let's just roll with it. I'm too excited for this thread to care all that much about details. :'D))
With a small smile, Spain tried standing up, but found that he must have injured his leg sometime either in the fight or as he stumbled over to the riverbank and just leaned up against the tree, trying to keep as much weight off of it as possible.
"Er, nothing in particular. I was just coming out here to relax and - hopefully - recover a bit. If I go back to the warehouse now," if I could, he added in his mind, "I think I would just be committing suicide. I barely escaped as it is." He had a feeling that everyone in the warehouse knew about his fight with Romano; the yelling could be heard pretty much everywhere.
"But you know, if you want me to leave, I will. I've been out here for a while, I think. It might be safe for me to start heading back."
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 11, 2012 0:06:32 GMT -5
For a moment, Netherlands considered the situation. He hadn't really cared about what Spain was up to, but the man seemed injured. Was that the fight everyone was talking about? Did Lovino do that to him? If so, why did his fiance did that to him? With a small frown, Netherlands walked past him, to the river.
"S'okay. Ya can stay till ya boy toy calms down" He said, setting his fishing stuff to start getting some fishes.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 11, 2012 0:11:16 GMT -5
"Thanks~." That didn't really show everything he was feeling. He was SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY that he didn't have to attempt to walk all the way back to the warehouse; he wasn't even sure if he could make it a single step nevermind the entire way to his bunk.
He slid down the rough bark of the tree, trying to fix his loose bandages. Cursing under his breath, he noticed they were already dirty and probably needed to be changed. With a defeated sigh, he ignored them, figuring he'd change them later.
Though the 'boy toy' comment caught him off-guard. Boy toy? Since when was Romano ever a 'toy'? "And I don't know if that will ever happen..." Antonio shook his head, burying his face in his knees. "I doubt he'd ever forgive me... Or if he did somehow, it'd end up being a long time from now..."
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 11, 2012 0:35:14 GMT -5
Netherlands just nodded, biting on his lower lip. What did that possibly mean? He and Romano were... done for? That thought made him impatient, nervous. Could that be what was happening? His heart raced, and he felt like a rabbit that had just run too much.
"Hell forgive, you're going to marry" He tried, just throwing a little card on the wind to see if Spain said "no, we're not marrying anymore", to see if he would give him his hopes back.
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 11, 2012 8:12:55 GMT -5
Spain looked up at him, then to his left at the river.
"That's not happening anymore. The reason we fought was because I... broke off the engagement." His hand ran though his hair slowly, as means of trying to calm himself down. Sadly, it did nothing to ease his spastic heart. "I realized I couldn't do it anymore. All he ever did was hurt me... Both physically and emotionally. I just... I couldn't deal with that the rest of my life." With another heaving sigh - he didn't like how he had been doing that a lot - he went back to his original position with his face in his knees. "I never knew he'd get so physically angry with me. When I told him, he went loco: started hitting me left and right, slapped me several times... He found a knife somewhere as well. Honestly, I was lucky to make it out alive."
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 11, 2012 10:30:24 GMT -5
For a moment, Netherlands was speechless. A knife?! Now, he always knew Lovino was rather... violent with his emotions, but he didn't expect the italian to actually hurt someone that bad. Lars always thought he was one to insult and slap, but then cry. But a knive? And to leave Spain in that state?
Lovino must have been pmsing really hard.
But what mattered there was Spain's answer. He didn't really know what to think now. For one side, Lars had his hopes almost up when he heard of the broken engagement, but looking by the other side... He broke up with Lovino because they fought too much, he shouldn't be a fool to believe there was nothing to do with him.
"I see. I'm sorry to hear that, then."
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 11, 2012 10:45:02 GMT -5
Half-smiling, Spain nodded. "Thanks. But you know, that wasn't the only reason."
Although he was nervous, there was no better time than now to open up just a little bit more...
"I also left him because I didn't want to marry someone I didn't love. There's someone else I love, and I have a feeling he already knows it."
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 18, 2012 21:35:19 GMT -5
For a moment, Netherlands stared at the other male, trying not to show any reaction that would embarrass him. So... he was already with someone else? For some reason, a feeling of posessiveness took over him, just like anger.
Who was this other someone? Who did he love enough to leave his fiance? Netherlands felt betrayed for a moment, jealous. But what right did he have to show it or to demand anything from the other man? They had kissed... But how naive of him to think that meant something. For someone as used to affairs as Antonio, that might have meant nothing, just another pair of lips he touched, just another one to his list.
Clenching his fists by his sides, Netherlands closed his expression, looking at Spain seriously.
"In this case, I hope you're happy with whoever they are"
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 18, 2012 22:17:51 GMT -5
[[AJFKLJASDKLFJALSKDJFLAKSDJFKLASDJFKLASJDF YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING, MISTER.]]
Spain had to chuckle a bit at his response. "Well, I'm not with him yet. I only just confessed, and even then, he never really replied." He smiled a bit, his eyes somewhat distant as he recalled all the time he spent with the Dutchman. All those centuries, all those times, all those many memories... "He's always been there for me, whether or not he wanted to be. When I needed him he's been my support in one form or another. And despite what he says, I believe him to be one of my closest friends." At this point he glanced up to gaze into the green eyes of the man deep down he knew he loved. "We might not have had the greatest of histories together, but I know that we will make a better future the longer we stay near each other. He really has helped me out of a dark time by showing me what I really wanted."
He drew a breath, trying to sit closer to the Netherlands, but ultimately failing and resigning himself to staying where he was. "I only wish that I could somehow make up for all the pain I caused him in the past..." He mumbled, more to himself than anything. It was completely true, he had done more evil than good towards Netherlands, and he had done and said so many things that couldn't be taken back or healed, no matter what he tried.
His face became ashen and he became even more familiar with his knees. "I'm sorry..." His voice was unrecognizable even to himself. "I'm so sorry..."
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Post by [x] Netherlands on Aug 20, 2012 0:55:26 GMT -5
[SHHHH I'M SLOOOOW]
Netherlands suddenly got up, no longer wishing to hear him talk about that anymore. It hurt, it stung so hard somehow, to know he had such feelings and talked with such reverie about someone else. He clenched his fists, and looked anywhere but to the spaniard by his side.
"It's not me you should be talking these things to. It's him" He spat bitterly, getting his fishing tools "As for me, I have better things to do than hear your romantic rants about whoever he is"
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Post by [x] Spain on Aug 20, 2012 1:08:09 GMT -5
[It's okay~ You're here now~]
Even though his heart hurt, Spain reached out and gently tugged on the other's sleeve. "Wait, what are you talking about?" He cocked his head with a sheepish smile. "I'm talking about you, Lars." He could feel his face burn up when he realized exactly what he said and he withdrew his hand, using it to cover his rapidly speeding blush.
"W-what I'm trying to say is..." He trailed, completely serious now. "Is that you're the one that I... well... how do I put this..." Sighing, Spain resigned to his fate and placed his hand on top of the Netherlands'. "Te amo, Lars."
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