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Post by Czech Republic on May 9, 2013 19:04:48 GMT -5
Czech expected him to do just as she asked, knowing him to be a gentleman and knew that he didn't want to cause her any discomfort. He'd apologise, she'd tell him it was fine and then they'd laugh it off and stayed friends. That however was in a perfect world. And she should of known better than anyone that a perfect world only existed in your dreams. She hoped that maybe it could of played out how she wanted, just for once the way she wanted it all to end. But no, fate would never allow something as merciful as that.
Her face was turned to Israel suddenly as their eyes met. She found herself frozen when she looked into them. She would be the first to say that he was doing a good job at trying to hide it, but her oh so sharp eyes could see right through it; he was getting very angry and hurt by her words. Blinking once, she tried to will words from her mouth, to maybe gently take her face from his hand but found herself completely frozen. "Why would I want to forget?"
Her mouth opened leaving it agape unsure of what she was suppose to do or say yet still tried to attempt something to calm him down yet all that came out were intelligible; "I--I...I mean I just...I don't..." Unable to take the awkward levels she gently pushed Israel 's hands away and stood up, walking away as fast as she could. She walked out of the room, and headed right out the door to outside. The night air nipped at her skin yet she didn't seem to notice as kept walking making her way towards the training grounds. Once reaching it she paced back and forth, back and forth shaking her head with each cycle.
"What am I doing?" She asked out loud before ruffling her hair violently not caring if it was tangled later, she needed an outlet for her frusteration.
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Post by Israel on May 22, 2013 10:38:20 GMT -5
If Levi wasn't already over the edge, then he was completely at the bottom when she suddenly stood up and left him to walk to the door leading outside to walk out quickly. He was left to sit there, looking off while his poor, confused mind tried to make sense of everything. Yet instead of doing that, he found himself thinking back on the kiss they shared; every time he ever kissed Czech Republic, she'd push him away and act all shy about it, or scold him for it like he was a little kid.
And yet when he kissed her, she didn't pull back, she didn't put up any resistance, in fact she accepted it. She placed her arms around his neck, knotting her fingers in her hands and even asked for him to kiss her more when they stopped. He couldn't fathom why she so suddenly wanted to forget that one moment, that one moment when she showed what he felt were her honest feelings. To be honest it all made him angry beyond compare. He was angry at America for ruining their moment, he was mad at Czech for just leaving him without any explanation, but most of all he was mad at himself for being a coward and not standing up and bringing her back.
His anger boiled until it turned to rage. He stood up and marched towards the door. The anger was melting his nervousness of confronting her, he was going to confront her and tell her exactly what he wanted to. Marching out, he began to look for her and in no time saw that she was on the training grounds, doing lord knows what. He came from behind her then proceeded to grabbed her wrist tightly and turned her to him so that her eyes met his eyes that burned like fire.
"Why the hell did you leave?" He asked through clenched teeth still feeling attempting to keep himself somewhat calm. "Am I that terrible that you don't want to be near me!?" He demanded his eyes showing his pain from her rejection of him as his grip tightened on her, having no such intentions of leaving before she answered him.
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Post by Czech Republic on May 22, 2013 11:43:34 GMT -5
Czech attempted to assess everything that had happened, trying her best to come to some sort of conclusion. She hated when things were left unsolved and were a mystery to her, it only made her feel so helpless. Sighing heavily, her head hung low, she wanted more than anything to just crawl in a hole and just go to sleep forever. Maybe she shouldn't of left Levi, maybe she should of stayed behind so that they could talk it over like adults. Her eyes observed her feet in silence like they were the most interesting thing in the world. Maybe she should go back and talk with him so that they could sort it all out. She came to a complete pause when she felt something grab her wrist. She gave a small scream in surprise but it was stifled when she saw who had grabbed her.
"L--Levi you scared me! What do you mean by sneaking up on me like..." His grip on her wrist tightened very much so making her scolding die with her voice. Her eyes fell onto his hand as it tightened rather painfully then glanced up at Levi at once finding her blood run cold. His gaze was so terrifying, not as scary as Russia mind you, but scary none the less, it almost reminded her of the senseless manic Germany's eyes once held in the distant past of her nightmares.
"Why the hell did you leave?" She flinched at the harshness that his voice held almost feeling like she had been slapped. "Am I that terrible that you don't want to be near me?!" Her eyes widened, was that what he thought? He thought that she didn't want to see him because he was unbearable. She tried to tell him otherwise only to find herself holding back a small cry in pain when his grip tightened even more making her wrist start to hurt. She glanced up at him and saw that he had no intentions of loosening his grip until she answered him.
"Levi..." Swallowing hard she looked off to the side refusing to look him in the eye. "Levi this is...I don't think you're terrible! Far from it! I just...I..." That seemed to be the million dollar question; why did she leave him? Why did she leave the passionate embrace they found themselves in not too long ago? Unable to come to a conclusion, she tried breaking away from his strong grip looking angry now. "I don't have to explain myself to a child like you!"
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Post by Israel on Jun 8, 2013 13:54:31 GMT -5
His eyes observed her in silence with a critical look. His glare did not falter to say the least, having dealt with worse situations in his violent prone nation that was accustomed to throwing everything at him. A mere female did not make him blink, not even the very dangerous enemy that was his sister, Syria. No compassion was given as she gave out a small cry in pain when his grip tightened, only tightening it more.
His eyes observed her with great scrutiny, watching carefully while she stuttered through her words. A scoff escaped his lips when she began to defend herself, stating that she didn't think that way about him. The nation couldn't help if he was unwillinging to listen, after years of being targeted, cheated and decieved, he found himself unable to keep himself from the monster that was known as paranoia.
She started pulling back away from him which he responded by gripping tighter almost to the point of making her bones crack under tension. His eyes narrowed onto her while she persisted yet knew she'd find that his younger age did not mean that he was any less strong than she was. When she suddenly called him a child thats when something finally snapped inside him. Using his other hand he grabbed her tightly by the shoulders and held her still while picking up her tiny form so that they met eyes directly with one another.
"A child am I?" His hands gripped tightly to her arms without a doubt leaving harsh bruises for later. "Don't you dare patronise me Czech Republic." He shook her lightly his teeth forming a snarl that could put any mad dog to shame.
It was hard to describe his feelings, it was almost like there was a little hot, red ball moving inside his stomach and through out his whole body giving his skin a very intense heat that only seemed to fuel his rage and frustration.
A bitter smile touched his lips with his face so close to her's that their noses were touching while her feet still dangled from the ground. "Why don't you just say it...you hate me...tell me that kiss we shared meant nothing to you..."
Getting impatient even just for barely a minute he glared harder.
"Say it!" He demanded as he shook her roughly with a little more force than he would have meant to had he had a clear head and wasn't succumbed to the paranoia, rage and confusion that overwhelmed him.
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Post by Czech Republic on Jun 8, 2013 14:04:57 GMT -5
A small scream escaped Czech's lips when his hand enclosed her wrist so tightly that she felt her bones start to crackle under the pressure. A look of fear intermingled with the rage as she started hitting his chest trying to pull her hand free of his but to no avail. Finally he let go of her wrist allowing her to recoil, holding it tightly to try and relieve the pain but found herself unable to relax when she felt her arms grabbed roughly. She was lifted up off the ground making her eyes widen suddenly as her feet dangled over the floor. Her eyes met with Israel's now and found her mouth open as though she was about to scream yet nothing came out as much as she tried to will herself. It must of been the terrifying look in his eyes that forced her to be mute.
His hands pressed to her delicate skin very painfully making her wince as her start to kick hard, getting no where in the process. Her teeth gritted finding it more painful than expected yet still couldn't will herself to scream or even speak. Her struggling stopped all together when she was shaken slightly forcing her to look him in the eyes once more, into the cold dark eyes and that snarl that his milky white teeth made at her. The female nation found herself swallowing a large lump in her dry throat as wave of terror washed over her. She had seen a look like that in a man's eyes before and knew very well what kind of damage a man could do with a look so dangerous. Czech knew she had to be careful now, she had to calm him down before he did something he'd regret.
Her eyes started filling with tears as Levi had told her to say that she hated him. She couldn't say that, it was a lie! Trying to formulate the right words, she was silenced once more when he started shaking her again, this time very roughly to the point that she felt her head might fall off. He was now demanding for her to say this, to give a false confession of something she really didn't feel. Yet Czech knew from first hand experience that he didn't want to hear anything than what he had asked her to say. As much as she hated it she knew that she had to compley, otherwise he'd become more angry.
"I...I..." Her mouth seemed to burn, the tears starting to stream down her eyes and onto her trembling lips as she tasted the salt. Giving a defeated look her head sunk low as the tears fell more freely when she gather up her nerve and finally spoke.
"I...Hate you..." The words felt like poison and seemed to burn even more so when she said that cursed lie. "Th--That kiss meant nothing to me...n--nothing at all to me." She lied again, hoping to God that saying it would be enough to calm him down, to place her back down and take a step back to think over what he had just done. Her eyes glanced to him as they began to fall freely, the eyes begging for him to release her of his painful grasp.
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Post by Israel on Jun 10, 2013 21:43:40 GMT -5
It seemed that Czech had sadly miscalculated, those words did not seem to sate him. They only seem to add to his rage as his eyes flared and a large, pulsing vein showed itself upon his neck. This was not a good sign. Not a good sign for anyone who was in close proximity seeing how he was simply uncontrollable when his rage got the better of him and took over his whole mind. He now used one hand to hold her up by her chest leaving a free hand.
"You little ëìáä!" He used his free to smack her across the face so hard that he managed to make her nose crack to the point that it began to bleed sending a small spatter to the side.
It took a single drop on his face to make Israel come to a complete halt. Blinking once, his look of pure rage had completely diminished into a blank, emotionless stare. In this moment of time he took it upon himself to observe what situation he had found himself in. His eyes darted to each of his hands, seeing his fingers pressing so hard into Czech's skin to where he could actually feel the imprint they were leaving behind.
He quickly placed her back down on the ground, swiping his hands across her shoulders to wipe off invisible dirt then took a good couple steps back as a precaution towards himself in case she had a backlash. Israel looked over her, seeing the tears and blood and an identifyable emotion took over his face; terror. He looked to his hands as they shook violently his head screaming over and over again 'what have I done, what have I done?'
He had aways feared that something like this would happen; it had happened many times before when he lost his temper and found his mind succumbed to the rage. Even America had experienced it first hand during a fight with Palestine. It was truely an accident when he suddenly attacked America and attempted to strangle him, yet he never forgot nor really forgave himself for it. And now one of his worst fears had become a reality, she had been his outlet for his frusterations.
He covered his mouth watching the blood continue to fall from her wound that he had given her shaking his head violently in an attempt to clear it perhaps. "Julka...I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry I didn't mean to I swear..." His hand reached over as though he was about to comfort her his gaze apologizing to her over and over like a broken record.
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Post by Czech Republic on Jun 10, 2013 22:52:58 GMT -5
Czech's hopes had been dashed when Israel's gaze only became even more dangerously enraged. She opened her mouth to speak, to bring some sense back into her friend only to find her words silenced when a stinging pain exploded onto her cheek. It took her a moment to realize that she had been slapped, the salty tears streaming down her face only enhancing the pain. The pain subsided to a numbness of her senses when her eyes caught sight of glistening red. Blood was coming from her nose and showing no signs of stopping as it ran down her face and started to drip from her face onto Israel's. She half expected him to continue his rage but instead found herself surprised when she was suddenly placed back onto her feet. She was shaky at first, her knees wobbling before she was able fully balanced.
She found herself ignoring the man before her and instead tried to get a sense of what was happening to her. Head spinning, senses numbed, her hand reached up slowly, touching it and pulling back to see the blood. Her senses suddenly started returning once seeing the very vibrant colour never having been very accustomed nor fond of it due to the face that she almsot always saw it when wounded.
Her eyes gazed up when she saw his hand come towards her and her senses flared up as she hands flew up in defense. "Don't touch me!" She screamed shaking as the tears started forming once more. Had she taken in his apologetic eyes she might have been more inclined to relax yet all she could do was raise her hands up to defend herself from any possible danger while her senses were on the fritz.
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Post by America on Jun 16, 2013 11:55:24 GMT -5
When America peeked back in to check on the two of them (he hoped he didn't ruin anything), he noticed that they weren't anywhere to be found. He blinked, stepping farther into the room, and looked around. Nope. They weren't having sex, they weren't holding hands, they weren't even sitting there. They were just...gone.
In confusion, he almost didn't see the open door. Luckily, a small breeze nipped at his skin, and before he turned away, he cast his eyes upon it. Ah, he thought. Well, that was weird. There wasn't really any reason for them to go outside, unless they thought that hunting zombies was a good idea of a fun date.
When he finally came across them, though, he was shocked to see blood falling from Czech's face as she shakily backed away from Israel, hands up in a defensive motion. He stood for a total of two seconds before running forward, roughly pushing the male nation aside. "What did you do to her?" he snapped, glaring down at Israel. Before letting him respond, though, he turned to Czech, gently moving some hair from her face.
"Shh, you'll be okay," he whispered. "I've gotcha."
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Post by Israel on Jun 21, 2013 4:12:14 GMT -5
Czech backed up from his person when she suddenly saw his hands making their way towards her person which made the male nation come to a sudden pause. Looking into her eyes he saw the look of pure terror present as she started to shake and tremble almost as though she was freezing. He would not as well as could not reprimand her for such a precaution. And how could he? He had been the one to smack her in the face, doing arguably one of the worst things a man could ever do to a woman and had managed to draw blood in the process. His teeth bit his bottom lip until it drew blood once more, not sure about what he was suppose to do or say to calm her down not entirely sure if there was anything to be done about it.
Things did not get any better when America had suddenly. Israel opened his mouth as though he was about to say something to America yet fund them stiffled into silence when meeting with the American's dangerous gaze.
"What did you do to her?" He snapped at Israel while seeing the glare very clearly in his usually cheerful blue eyes. Seeing them show such a powerful emotion such as that made his heart skip a beat and rendered him silence as America turned his attention to Czech as he began to comfort her in his stead. Looking at her his heart sank, seeing her with tears in terror and no doubt full of confusion at this point filled him with so much guilt.
"I--I didn't mean to do it...I just...I just lost my temper...I didn't mean to hurt her I swear...God please forgive me Czech..." He begged looking at her with his eyes sincerely pleading for her forgiveness in this matter, truely and deeply feeling regret for what he had done to her.
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Post by Czech Republic on Jun 21, 2013 4:24:10 GMT -5
Her ears were still ringing as though a symphony of church bells were resonating within her ear drums making her feel even more disoriented and confused as she stood there before Israel. When America appeared it did not help things in the slightest only enhancing her confusion and dizziness. Why was America here? She wondered. Why did he come, why was he...?" When his hand extended towards her she found herself unable to finish her questions as her eyes closed tightly as though expecting to be striked once more.
She instead found her eyes reopening to find America was instead pushng her hair from her eyes gently and shushing her, telling her that she'd be alright. The smallest sense of relif touched her when these words hit her for she truely felt that they were true, that she would be okay with him here now. His presence just seemed to calm her down. She was calmed to the point that her eyes now fell onto Israel as he began to apologize to her.
She looked into his eyes, pausing as she caught a glimpse of his eyes and saw his sincerity that matched his words. This only resulted in making her heart heavy, when realizing that it was her fault that it had happened to begin with. If she hadn't been so cruel to the poor boy's feelings then...then...
her emotions started to bubble over as the tears formed and she could not withhold them any longer. She grabbed onto the nearest thing in front of her (being America) and hugged him tightly as she began to cry into his chest trying her best to calm herself down yet found herself unable to as she shook violently trying to figure out how could she have been so cruel to the sensitive male and yet could not word it and instead cried as her powerful emotions dictated.
She didn't know why she was crying nor did she feel that she deserved to do so...but being the sensitive lady that she was she found that her emotions were amplified and very strong once she started. Plus it was near impossible for her to hold back tears.
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Post by America on Jun 23, 2013 10:17:47 GMT -5
He swallowed nervously when Czech burst into tears, unsure of how to react. On one hand, he knew that Israel would sometimes strike out. The poor guy didn't deserve to be hated just because he had an uncontrollable temper. America knew, better than anyone, of all the things that his friend had been through, and some things would still make him lash out at whoever was closest. He wasn't targeting Czech, and so America couldn't place the blame on him.
Then again, this was supposed to be a date. It was their first date, and Israel already made Czech bleed and cry. It wasn't going well at all, and America was unable to forgive anyone who hurt one of his friends, let alone an innocent girl. He couldn't help but be angry, and he sent another sharp glare towards Israel.
"Be quiet," he growled. "Just leave her alone for a bit." He turned his gaze back to Czech, growing concerned at her shaking and sobbing. "Czech, sweetheart, it's all right now." He kissed her forehead, then rested his cheek in her hair. "It's all right now. I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
At that moment, he didn't care just how temperamental Israel was, or even how sorry he was. He could have controlled himself.
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Post by Israel on Jul 3, 2013 22:08:03 GMT -5
Israel felt his heart began to break into pieces when seeing Czech starting to cry into America's chest as she hugged onto him tightly. Guilt filled him to his very core...what had he done? How could he make the only woman he had ever loved in his life cry to the point that she was shaking like a leaf. Unable to find any answers he turned to America as though expecting them from him and yet only found another sharp glare hurled at him and smacking him in the face once more.
Watching them off to the side his anger started flaring again...this time anger with himself, an anger that he had not exhibited in a very long time. The kind of self loathing anger that only showed itself when times were really difficult for him to process. That moment seemed to be now. Unable to take it standing still he cursed in Hebrew and turned his heel to them and started walking off at a very fast pace. His body language was enough for even someone without common sense to tell that he was best left alone at this moment as he went off to vent this anger.
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Post by Czech Republic on Jul 3, 2013 22:27:23 GMT -5
America's words didn't comfort Czech in the slightest. In fact she didn't even hear them while she was crying and shaking, refusing to release him from her iron grip. She didn't even notice his kiss on her forehead and instead hugged him even tighter. To Czech, crying was a last resort in letting out a heap of emotions that bottled up so well inside of her until they exploded into the tears you'd see now. She hated crying because it made her feel so weak and defenceless, like she couldn't do anything to help herself, that she was just a useless, hormonal female. Time passed as she finally managed to call down if not a little in order to speak in a clear voice that got chocked from sobs what was still loud enough for America to hear.
"It's--its my fault...m--mine..." She chocked out while trying to calm herself down but seeming to fail miserably. "It was--was my fault he--he hit me...don't b--be angry..." Falling into a sudden coughing fit, she pulled away from America gripping to his shirt tightly whilst she coughed in her hand. Pulling back at least she took in a very deep breath. She was quite unaware of the way she was talking, sounding almost like the battered wife who wouldn't admit that her husband would beat her and place all the blame on herself. Though Czech did do that almost every time an incident happen she felt that this was a genuine case.
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