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Post by [x] Spain on Dec 26, 2012 20:08:16 GMT -5
[[Honestly, that was the lesser of two evils when it came to horrible titles. orz I need to get better at this]]
The weather was actually fairly nice out today. The sun was shining, the mutated birds were singing, there was a slight breeze, everything was quiet and still and peaceful.
Except for Spain. He was seething on the rooftop, legs over the side and his chin in his hand. He was staring out at the surrounding areas, looking like he was about to kill someone.
Most nations seemed to forget that he still had emotions and feelings other than happiness and obliviousness and now was one of those times when he was frustrated with everything.
Maybe it had to do with the fact that he didn't have his cup of coffee, maybe his sweet wasn't sweet enough, maybe his anxiety was through the roof.
He didn't know; he only knew he was pissed and may or may not kill the next person to talk to him.
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Post by America on Dec 26, 2012 20:16:45 GMT -5
[[mutated birds were singing, oh my gosh XD]]
America didn't exactly know what to expect when he reached the rooftop. He knew other nations would probably be out and about, enjoying the lovely weather that springtime had to offer them, and that's just what America planned to do. He had to clear his head from all the work he had been doing. He knew England said the paperwork would just get more abundant as time went on, but he never guessed just how much paperwork there would be. He suspected it was mostly because his country was in ruins, and once all the zombies were cleared up, he needed to get right back on his feet.
He just wished he could do that without signing his signature on things he forgot two minutes after reading them through.
No matter the case, he was certain there would be a few others milling about, so it came as a surprise when he just saw Spain. It came as even more of a surprise when he edged closer and noticed the angry look on the man's face. Spain wasn't normally mad. Spain always had a smile on, and Spain would always help others, and Spain was just cheerful. He wasn't himself without the perky attitude that came with him.
Making sure to step forward cautiously, America cleared his throat. "Nice weather, huh?" he asked, slowly sitting a few feet away from Spain.
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Post by [x] Spain on Dec 26, 2012 20:24:39 GMT -5
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Talking to Spain before he talked to you was practically a death sentence when he was like this. Though if he was in the best of minds, he would have just shrugged if off as him not knowing since he usually oozed cheerfulness. The only ones who knew not to talk to him were the ones that actually saw him as he was in the morning who were just the fellow groundskeepers and sometimes the nightwatch.
America seemed to never see him like this.
He resisted the urge to push him off the roof and just grunted in response, his frustration evident. He wasn't about to start talking unless absolutely necessary. Besides, he really didn't want to deal with the overly-cheerful America right now; not like this.
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Post by America on Dec 26, 2012 20:44:49 GMT -5
[[You weren't supposed to put anything else, that's brilliant as is. XD Really? I can't listen to music when I'm writing. Ruins my concentration. >.<]]
Well, that was rather unexpected. He didn't think Spain was just the sort to grunt out affirmative answers. He didn't think Spain was the sort to ever be grumpy. In his mind, Spain was strong and happy and clearly optimistic, no matter what came his way. This scene- Spain upset- almost seemed too private for America to witness. It seemed wrong to see Spain in such a way.
"Yeah, well, weather reports say it'll be this way for a few more days, so we'd better enjoy it." He smiled happily, hoping that the statement would prompt some sort of normal response from the Spaniard. America didn't like this different Spain. America wanted the usual Spain back, the cheerful, happy-go-lucky Spain back.
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Post by [x] Spain on Dec 26, 2012 21:03:25 GMT -5
[[Thank you. XD And I need it or I can't concentrate~]]
"That's nice." He said dully, not once bothering to look over. He just wanted him to go away and leave him alone. He was just done with today and wanted to go to bed and not wake up for a long time.
Sometimes having someone important leave you does that to a person.
After much thinking, he sighed, flopping back in his irritated mood. He really just needed someone that would listen to him rant about nothing and not judge him. Where was Francis when he needed him?
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Post by America on Dec 26, 2012 21:55:34 GMT -5
[[You multi-tasker, you. XD]]
America fell silent, gazing out over at the familiar landscape. If he didn't feel so safe at the warehouse, he would have already gotten bored of being in the same place for such a long, long time. Well, not that it really was that long, but it had been long enough that he started getting a little bit antsy. He was used to traveling and moving about. Staying in such a place was almost like keeping him in chains. Then again, out there lay a mess of zombies, and he wasn't prepared to face them all.
But that wasn't the important matter at hand. What was important was finding out what was up with Spain.
With a side glance, he said, "You should take that stick out of your ass. It belongs to England." He smiled at that joke, looking back over the warehouse gates. Even though it probably wasn't the best thing to announce, he felt pretty pleased with himself. Besides, maybe Spain might realize the truth to his words and perk up.
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Post by [x] Spain on Dec 26, 2012 22:12:16 GMT -5
[[Guilty as charged~]]
While he was enjoying his nice peaceful moments of semi-solitude, he was reminded of a certain person he'd rather not be associated with.
"Fuck off." He said, plain and simple. He wasn't having anything to do with anyone today. He wanted to be antisocial and he couldn't. The perks of being a normally friendly person.
Though he did have a little bit of guilt for snapping at him. Not much though, but enough to somewhat apologize in a sort of sarcastic way. "Forgive me for snapping at you; I haven't exactly had the best of days today."
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Post by America on Dec 26, 2012 22:25:30 GMT -5
America stared in shock at Spain's sudden outburst, unable to comprehend why the man was acting in such a way. He didn't think he had screwed up any today- maybe he was loud this morning, but he always was when he had to get up at the brink of dawn to work on some lousy paperwork when he could have been out fighting, so that was only to be expected.
He nodded curtly at Spain's apology. "Yeah, well, there's no reason for you to take all your anger out on me." The young nation gave a snort, rolling his eye. "And I was trying to be nice to you and stuff. Guess you only wanna be nice to that mask-wearing weirdo."
But then he remembered that Turkey had left the warehouse just a little bit ago. He didn't know how close exactly Spain and Turkey had become, but he realized that saying anything like that might have possibly stirred up wounds. "I didn't mean that," he muttered, sparing a quick glance to make sure Spain wasn't about to blow up. "I wasn't thinking."
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Post by [x] Spain on Dec 26, 2012 22:42:33 GMT -5
Anton shifted a bit, setting his arms behind his head and closing his eyes as he listened. He always took his suppressed anger out on the boy because honestly he was kind of an easy target for it. He could be nice and he could be civil but even the nicest people had their limits. Plus, it wasn't exactly either of their faults; he can't take his anger out on England because he was obligated to forgive him. So he took it out on the person who was close enough to the status England was in his mind and that just happened to be America. "For the record, I am nice to everyone so long as they earn it."
His frown turned into a snarl and he clenched his fists tightly, ready to just sit up and punch him across the face for calling Sadik a 'weirdo'. It seemed that America had forgotten who he was dealing with. After all, mess with the bull and you get the horns.
But it seemed this bull was forgiving enough to calm down and let it go. "Consider yourself lucky that I'm in a merciful enough mood, America. I can't promise you'll be safe if you make another comment like that." He opened his eyes, shooting a pointed glare at him. "What was that phrase that you had on one of your flags? 'Don't tread on me', I believe. I'd advise you take that as a warning right now."
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Post by America on Dec 26, 2012 22:52:33 GMT -5
America gaped over at Spain, pretty sure he had just been threatened. Threatened with one of his old sayings, too. That wasn't only really harsh, but it proved to him just how serious Spain was about this. America hadn't yet seem him angry before, and it certainly was very different from the Spain he knew. He didn't like it. Not one bit.
He kept his tongue in check, though. He wanted to spit out something rude, but he managed not to. After all, whenever he was in a bad mood, he didn't want people to mess with him. Even though he wasn't all that well with tip-toeing around others, he wasn't so clueless as to screw everything up.
"Right," he said, nodding and staring right back at Spain. "I'm sorry, okay? Seriously, I am. Like I said, I wasn't thinking straight." He shrugged. "And, you know, if you need any help feeling better, I'm your man. You like coffee, right? I can whip you up some. Or are you on guard duty? If you are, I'll take over for you. I mean, I still got some paperwork to complete, but- Hey, are you getting any paperwork? I swear, it's like they've saved it all for one shipment."
He blushed when he realized just how off topic he was.
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Post by [x] Spain on Dec 27, 2012 22:13:49 GMT -5
[[IT'S THE RETURN OF DARK!SPAIN--]]
The normally cheery Spaniard nearly snapped again at all the talking, but eventually he just shut up. "I'm fine." He said through gritted teeth. He was this close to fully snapping, but the sane part of him hoped he could get outside before that happened. He sat up, stretching his arms above his head. "I'm not on guard duty and I finished what paperwork I could before I wanted to burn it."
He stood up after a pause as he worked out in his head just what to say to not arouse suspicion, dusting off his pants and brushing past America to head outside where he could vent without interruption. "If anyone asks I went out to the plains for a bit. I doubt anyone will though." With luck, the curious nation won't follow him because every bit of him knew that if he knew what he was about to do, things could go horribly wrong for all of them.
No one could know about his habit, no one except a select few. And America was not a part of that select few.
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Post by America on Dec 27, 2012 22:28:35 GMT -5
[[And Meri doesn't mind one effing bit. >=D]]
America raised his eyebrows as Spain started walking away from him. "Uh, last time I went out on my own, England nearly busted a vein. He says we should have company at all times." Not that Spain would listen to him right then, obviously. If he was in that bad of a mood, he wouldn't listen to anyone. However, America was rather curious as to what he would be doing in those plains, as well as concerned for Spain's general well-being. He never really got along with the other nation, but he understood that they should all trust one another in times like there.
Quickly making up his mind, America, too, stood from his spot and began heading right after Spain. "And, since I seriously doubt you're gonna get anyone to go along with you, I might as well. I got nothing better to do. I mean, other than those papers."
He smirked, taking a few larger steps forward so he could position himself beside Spain. "I gotta ask you, how the hell did you finish all that work so quickly? I mean, sure, I can lag behind a bit, but I'm not that slow. You think it's cause all of this is happening in my part of the world?"
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Post by [x] Spain on Dec 27, 2012 23:18:04 GMT -5
Sighing, all Antonio did was shrug. "I never really listen to him anyway. I'm not going out for long and I fight bulls for kicks; I think I'd be able to handle a few stumbling zombies on my own." Though internally he just wanted to be alone. He would've gone with someone (probably Francis or Norway) but he really didn't want to. He needed time to himself which he obviously wasn't getting anytime soon.
Especially not with Mr. Must-Know-Everything following him around like a lost puppy. "I work long hours. I'm up before everyone else and I am in bed after everyone else. I have enough time to get everything done I need to. Though that would make sense. I'm surprised your brother hasn't gotten more." Which was true. He always made sure he was the first up and last in bed. He had to be sure everything was perfect.
However, one thing finally registered in his mind after a long time sitting there. "Did you say you're coming with me?" Whipping to the side, he narrowed his eyes and poked the other's chest to accent his point. "DON'T follow me. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay here." As much as he would NEVER admit it, he did have a bit of a soft spot for the America and wouldn't want to intentionally hurt him. And if this kept dragging on, he would and probably not even remember it.
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Post by America on Dec 27, 2012 23:35:41 GMT -5
America shrugged at the mention of his brother. He didn't sit around and discuss paperwork with him, not when they were both so bored of paperwork already. Honestly, America wasn't sure how England did it without going completely mad. Sure, they all had to do their share of paperwork before the zombies, but now it seemed like the load had doubled, what with the focus being on the project and the future of their countries.
However, he was willing to fill out any amount of paperwork if it meant that his nation would be saved and would prosper once more.
He was so deep in thought that Spain's prodding finger startled him, his eyes widening in alarm and stepping back. Not for long, of course- he wasn't all too scared of Spain, though he did want to take some precautions, seeing what mood the Spaniard was in.
"I won't follow you, then," he mumbled, thinking fast. With a smirk, he added, "We'll just happen to go to the same spot." He was even more inquisitive now; why did Spain want him away so bad?
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Post by [x] Spain on Dec 27, 2012 23:44:27 GMT -5
Now was definitely not the time for jokes. At all.
In a flurry of motion, he grabbed the American's collar and pulled him close so he could see just how deadly serious he was. "DON'T you even THINK about following me!" His voice was slightly raised, which only happened in the most dire of circumstances and his lips were curled into a ferocious snarl. His normally soft green eyes were wild with fury and his entire calm air completely vanished, being replaced by one of a vicious monster. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins as his breathing became more ragged and his patience hitting zero.
He had to get out now.
"You follow me and I swear to EVERY SINGLE HIGHER BEING YOU CAN THINK OF THAT I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH IN THE SLOWEST, MOST PAINFUL WAY YOU CAN IMAGINE. Now, is that in any way unclear or am I going to have to repeat myself?" To top if off, as he was slightly quieter, he flashed a dark grin, one reserved for special occasions such as this.
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