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Post by America on Nov 19, 2012 7:07:35 GMT -5
America's eyebrows raised when Czech took another beer without his say so. Not that he thought she'd listen to what he said. He didn't normally ruin fun like that. In fact, he was the one who usually started the fun, not ended it. Even Czech must have realized that, so he wasn't exactly surprised when she popped open the tab. A bit irritated, yes (he hated it when people didn't listen to him), but not surprised.
"Czech," he started with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair and watching her. Would she ever listen to him about this? He was just trying to help everyone out, for goodness sakes. It wasn't like he wanted to ruin her fun, her free time.
But maybe that was the thing. Maybe this was her free time, and he was trying to get rid of it. "Fine," he grumbled. "Just one more, though, you hear?"
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Post by Czech Republic on Nov 19, 2012 13:30:54 GMT -5
As quick as it came, the challenging glare was replaced with a large pleased grin with the smallest traces of smug triumph. She had gotten her way just like she almost always did…though she didn’t get exactly what she wanted she was happy enough to come to a comprimise.
“Dijuki America!” She hugged his arm nearly spilling her open beer giving a look of real gratitude. “I promise this will be my very last one.” To prove her words true she reached down and took the rest of her beer stash and pushed it towards him. “You can keep this away from me as assurance!” She then was content on sipping her one beer quietly a very peaceful look on her face…beer really was helpful when stressed out.
She looked at her can quietly thinking back on how her hand would be replaced with a bottle drinking alone on cold nights during the winters when her house’s only occupant was her. Even she could admit being alone was hard even if you wanted to try and act tough and independent. When she was depressed she remembered trying to drown away her depression with the bottle but only found that it added to her bitterness. She looked up from her thoughtfulness and gave a quizzical look ahead, propping her face on her hand.
“You know…I always wonder…why do people drink when depressed?” She asked this with a very thoughful look seeming to be genuinely curious of this question, like a little girl who was trying to figure out why the sky was blue. “Alcohol is a depressant…so why try to fight fire with fire…?”
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Post by America on Nov 20, 2012 11:19:03 GMT -5
America scowled as she drank, annoyed with himself for not telling her no. Sure, he didn't want to be a complete killjoy, but when he couldn't even stick by his own original words, that made him look bad. It made him look so bad, like such a pushover. Well, I'll keep to my promise earlier- just one more beer. He, of course, wasn't going to drink anything else. He had already run the risk of becoming intoxicated, and he didn't want that risk to go any higher.
Still, he did deserve a chance to relax. He leaned back in his seat, shooting Czech a crooked grin as she asked her question. "People don't think when they're drunk," he responded. "I mean, if the other European countries are any sign of that. They just act on whatever emotions are running in them at the time." He shrugged, still looking quite amused. "I guess they just want to forget. When you're drunk, you don't remember things as clearly. You tend to forget. They just want to forget all their problems and worries."
He really wasn't sure, though. That was a very good question to ponder on, and he didn't normally think about why people drank. "Stress might also be a factor," he added on, glancing over at the female country. "All these problems going on and you just want to escape it all, if only for a little bit." He gave a slight chuckle. "People don't think about the consequences, though. Your whole life could be messed up with one drunken night, and then what? What good can come out of something that could ruin you?"
He had shocked himself then. Since when had he become so philosophical? With a blush, he cleared his throat, refusing to meet Czech's eyes. "Y-Yeah, it's just an escape."
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Post by Czech Republic on Nov 20, 2012 12:47:03 GMT -5
Slowly her head turned to America with a rather surprised look. Now she had not expected this from a nation like him...she knew him as a goofball who loved to have fun which was in no way bad. But to hear him with such a...grace if you would in his words it genuinely surprised and impressed her.
'I suppose that everyone had has there moments...'
She saw his blush and was very amused with it seeing that he himself was surprised at his sudden mood change. In fact she noticed how he had not been himself it seemed...but she supposed that it was just over beer and his constant need to protect others. She had to admitt it was pretty sweet. Setting her beer down she leaned back to lock eyes with the cieling above thinking over his words with an agreeing nod.
"Its interesting how we can show different sides of ourselves when we're with other people..." She said outloud mostly directed to herself more than America. Her eyes looked towards his direction now and saw that he was still blushing. With a mischevious grin she gave him a playful punch in the arm with her immense strength.
"Lighten up America!" That was strange coming from her...even for her being that she was the one that people would tell to lighten up.
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Post by America on Nov 21, 2012 16:48:31 GMT -5
America winced when she said her first statement, knowing that she was also thinking the same thing he was- how weird it seemed for him to actually sound deep and meaningful. Of course, that also came with the initial embarrassment that the other countries were so surprised when he actually said something that struck into the minds of others. He supposed that was because of his childish attitude, but he must have said some things in his short life that caught the attention of others and made them think, "Wow, what a great thing he just said!"
He ought to work on it, he realized, because he liked being inspirational.
"I'm lightened up," he assured her, smiling and losing the blush that had originally crossed his face. "I was just answering your question! I mean, I wasn't trying to be serious, I was just answering your question, and it kinda came out all serious-like." Now he was trying to justify one moment of seriousness, dear Lord, he was pathetic. Without thinking, he quickly grabbed another bottle of beer, popping it open and taking a sip, exhaling deeply. "Like, it was just something I was thinking and I thought I'd spit it out and stuff!" He gave the young girl beside him a grin to show that he was feeling just fine.
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Post by Czech Republic on Nov 26, 2012 12:13:22 GMT -5
Czech grinned at America watching him grab another beer, pop the cap off and take a sip of it. She could tell that he enjoyed that. And why shouldn’t he? It was European and her own homemade brand at that! She put her effort into everything she ever did and beer making was one of them…well that and her more well-known skills in sewing and above all…crystal making.
“I thought you were only going to have one…” She teased taking a tiny sip from her own beer cocking a brow to him giving a large cocky grin at her remark. She didn’t mean to be a smart ass…it was just in her nature…that and it was from spending a little too much time with Slovakia.
She took in his grin quietly and allowed her smirk to turn into a warm smile with a small glow to it; she was glad that he was fine she hated when there was a problem…when there was one she was the one who would have to fix it…whether the latter liked it or not.
Resting back once more she allowed her eyes to close for a moment to take in all of the alcohol that warmed her insides like a fire’s glow another reason why she loved drinking…the warmth it seemed to give her. Some of her hair tickled her nose causing her to reach up and push it aside opening her eyes to look at a lock she had brought to her allowing the soft hair to fall from her fingers until something caught her eye.
A single blond hair. It was just one but she knew that it was just one that would soon follow with many more. She grimaced quietly hating the very thought then thought it over again as she stared at that one blond hair…maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go back to her original state that she had been back when she was a child small child.
“Hmm…I’m wondering if I should let my hair go back to blond…”
She said out loud now content with searching for more golden blond strands.
((I'm thinking of changing Czech into a Blond...just keep her orginal look just change her hair to blond so that it'll be like canon Hetalia's Czech... ((at least its been rumored...but design sketches say that she'll be a blond like Germany...)) )
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Post by America on Nov 26, 2012 21:45:25 GMT -5
When Czech gave her smart remark about his drinking, America stopped mid-sip, his blue eyes narrowing when he realized that he had gone back on his own word. Slowly, he brought the can down from his lips, giving a sigh. So much for that. He couldn't keep his promises, could he? Just one can, he had said. And now he was drinking another one. If he wasn't so angry with himself, he would have felt just a tad bit embarrassed.
But he decided to show neither of those feelings to Czech. Instead, he laughed it off, shrugging one of his shoulders. "Well, you know me- I never can just have one, right? It's always gotta be more!" With that, he took another swig of the alcohol, quite pleased Czech had gotten him in on this. Of course, after he finished this can, he really wouldn't drink any more of them. He was going to show some sort of self-control.
When she spoke again, he blinked in surprise, swallowing what beer he had in his mouth. "Blond?" he asked, his eyes traveling up to look at her hair. It was dyed? He wasn't even aware of that. She had always made a pretty convincing ginger. If she was blond, he wondered when she got the time to dye it without anyone noticing. Either it was very permanent, or she just secretly dyed it.
"Since when have you been blond?"
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Post by Czech Republic on Nov 27, 2012 6:40:40 GMT -5
Her gaze fell up to him seeing the relatively surprised look in his eyes as he looked her hair over. She gave a surprised look of her own...he didn't know that she was a blond? Well she was pretty young when she decided to change it...and it wasn't until now that they had started to get to know one another...
She gave a sweet giggle. "I was born a blond..." She thought back when she was a child...her mother who was actually raven hair and dark eyed would always put her hair back into braids stating that it made her look prettier that way. She also remembered how a young Prussia would come and yank on them every chance he got just to make her cry. He stopped doing that when she actually kicked him in his family jewels once.
"Before completely maturing I was fed up with it though...Prussia teased me over it...Austria thought it meant I had to act a certain way...France of course loved it though England could care less...and Russia thought it was like 'sunflowers'." She cringed thinking back how her tall and very intimidating cousin would loom over her tiny weak figure and stroke her hair like one would with a cat out of no where...family or not that was still very uncomfortable for her.
She sighed touching her locks quickly brushing her fingers through the strands finding yet more blond hairs were present making her a tad annoyed. "Originally I was suppose to get black hair dye so that I could look more like my mother but it turned out red...at first I was mortifyed and wanted to cut it all off but after seeing how it terrifyed Austria I decided to keep it just to spite him...after that I kept it because others seemed to like it as well and though they judged me quickly by it...at least they thought that I was a hotheaded and fiesty red head than a soft sweet delicate blond..." She sighed at the memories of everyone's faces when they saw her hair the first time...they were all simply priceless.
"During the first World War I decided to go back to being a blond because I felt that going back to my original state would be for the best...but after little brother started to tease me over it I changed back to red immediately..." She gave a very thoughtful look...
"What do you think America? You think I'd look better as a blond?"
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Post by America on Nov 27, 2012 20:27:25 GMT -5
America listened to her story and glanced up at her when she asked his opinion on the matter. Personally, he thought she looked fine with red hair. Not many people in the world had such a vibrant hair color. Now that he knew it was dyed, though, he was much more careful about what he had to say. Women were difficult; he could either tell her that she wouldn't look better as a blond, which would insult her, or he could tell her that she would look better as a blond, which, incidentally, would also insult her.
To distract Czech from his hesitation, he took a sip of the beer, staring at the wall just across from where he sat. It was a lose-lose situation in this case. He couldn't offend one of his friends, especially not a girl (because he was still under the mindset that he had to be a proper gentleman to girls, even if they didn't want him to be a proper gentleman). He would have to tread carefully on this one and make sure he didn't say something completely and utterly stupid, like he was apt to do.
"Um," he said. And then he took a deep breath and smacked his lips together, finally bringing his eyes back to Czech. "Well."
He could almost laugh at how inarticulate he had suddenly become.
"I, I think that whatever makes you happiest would suit you the best," he quickly blurted out. "Hair color doesn't matter to me none. If it matters so much to you, just choose whatever color you want. Maybe you could try blond for a little bit and, if that doesn't work out for ya, switch back to being a ginger. Either way, you'd look the same to me." He grinned, visibly relaxing now that he was probably out of the danger zone. "Course, since I've never seen you with blond hair, maybe that would be interesting."
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Post by Czech Republic on Nov 27, 2012 23:25:31 GMT -5
A rather unamused look touched the face of Czech which at times could not be healthy for whomever she wasn't amused with. It wasn't about what he said about her hair...it was what he wouldn't say that made her a little agitated. She hated when she beated around the bush and hated when people did it as well...In her country you spat it out no matter how much it hurt the other person...of course Czechs were a strong and proud people...sticks and stones may break their bones but harsh words? Didn't even bother them...sometimes.
She gave a pause at his last comment thinking over how she looked when she was a tiny blond...it had been so long that she herself wasn't sure if she remembered right...usually in a situation like this she'd imagine Poland and then put his hair on top of her own and viola'! There was her as a blond...she didn't remember looking so foppish.
Shaking her head of that usless train of thought, she touched her hair again...if she was to do such a thing should she allow her dye to naturally fade away...or just go into the shower and scrub it all out...the dye wasnt permanent...it just took a lot to get it out of the once long silky golden locks of hair. Thinking it over one last time she gave a determined nod to herself.
"Yes...I am thinking that I will let my hair go blond for a while..."
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Post by America on Nov 29, 2012 10:13:44 GMT -5
America nodded at her decision, not sure what else he could say. She seemed set on what she had planned, and if America knew anything, it was that he certainly couldn't change a woman's mind. Not that he wanted to, anyway. He was rather interested on seeing what she would look like with blonde hair, and since she did want to change it herself, whether he wanted her to or not (and he believed he should have no jurisdiction in the matter, since it was her hair, not his), he was really fine with that. Hell, he was fine with whatever she decided upon. Outward appearance didn't mean much to him (though he did appreciate beauty when he saw it, that was for sure).
"That's cool," he said, nodding and grinning along with her sentence. "I think I'd enjoy seeing you with a different hair color. You know, you should cut it, too, just to see how it'll look after you're all done." He figured that would be an interesting thing to see- Czech with short, blonde hair. Of course, he doubted she would go for it, but the idea was fun to entertain.
Setting his half-full beer can on the table, he leaned back on the couch with a yawn. "How're you gonna go about changing the color?" he asked curiously. "Like, you gonna dye it blonde, or get some hair-dye removal thing? I don't think we have those here, but if you beg with England enough, he might be able to put in a word or two for ya."
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