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Post by England on Apr 13, 2012 21:11:05 GMT -5
All but jumping when he felt America right behind him, England tightened his grip on the shirt and swore softly under his breath. And after he turned around to glare at America (straight in the eyes, make no mistake...), he concluded that America was going to kill him one day (one way, or another).
"G-Git, trust me! I clean up much better than you do, at any rate!" he huffed, offended. "B-Besides." he lowered his gaze, away from America's half-naked form. "I wasn't going to make you wear it all wet like this. Idiot." Although the image was an interesting one to entertain, England shook his head and held the shirt up towards America, shooting him a glare, intensified by the blush dusting his cheeks. "Hold this up. I'll get the hair dryer."
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Post by America on Apr 13, 2012 21:52:18 GMT -5
Finally understanding what England was doing (and refusing to admit it was a good idea), America did as he was told, watching with amusement as England blushed. "Well, you don't have much cleaning up to do. You wear those stuffy old clothes all the time, anyway, so no one really cares."
He figured that, since England was snapping at him so much, he'd retort with his own insults. It was only fair, he had concluded. However, he couldn't help but feel grateful toward his friend for doing all of this. He really didn't have to do anything. He could have just left me as I was. "You know, sometimes you're actually not all that bad, Iggy."
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Post by England on Apr 13, 2012 23:16:48 GMT -5
"N-Not all that bad!?" England spluttered, turning around completely and hoping America wouldn't notice when he put his hands on his face to try and hide the blush making his entire face glow. "G-Git, I'm the picture of a perfect gentleman, I fail to see why I would be 'bad' enough to reduce your impression of me to 'not all that bad'." and there he went, ranting out of nervousness again.
To distract himself, he rummaged through the drawers, pulling out the hair dryer he had found minutes ago only when he was sure his face wasn't as red as before.
He went back to America, holding the hair dryer triumphantly, and plugged it into the wall, muttering to himself about how his sense of fashion was much more appropriate than America's, anyway.
"Alright, come over here so we can straighten this mess out." he motioned America forward with his finger.
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Post by America on Apr 14, 2012 7:48:25 GMT -5
Feeling pleased at being able to get such a rise out of England, America moved closer to him, holding the shirt out. "You're defensive today," he commented, glancing down at the hairdryer. In some far recess of his mind, he was actually impressed at England's ability to improvise on the spot. I wouldn't have thought of water and a hairdryer, he told himself.
Either England was intelligent or he just ran into some really weird situations.
Mussing his hair with one hand and holding the shirt out with his other, America glanced around the room. "Will there be food afterword?" That was always a vital question. If not, if America had to go hungry until long after the wedding, what point was there in even attending?
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Post by England on Apr 14, 2012 11:09:18 GMT -5
Turning the hair dryer on and using his hand to dry the shirt nicely, without any wrinkles, England huffed.
"I-I'm not defensive." he grumbled, more to himself since his words were drowned out by the noise the hair dryer made.
"And I'm sure there will be food during the reception. So that means I will not tolerate seeing you eat some chocolate bar or anything of the like during the wedding itself." he answered loudly, over the noise. "I know it'll be hard for you, but try to keep calm, seated, and silent." And he briefly wondered if America would sense the sarcasm behind his words.
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Post by America on Apr 14, 2012 15:28:57 GMT -5
Since when did England become a mind-reader? America knew he'd have to hide his snacks somehow. Maybe if he seated in the very back, far away from England? That way, he'd keep his stomach quiet and no one would even notice him munching away!
Keeping in mind the loud noise of the hair dryer, America (nearly) shouted, "It won't be hard! I'm a hero, and heroes can do anything they put their minds to!" Yes, he would sit still. He'd show England just who exactly he was! He'd behave himself and then he'd turn to England after the wedding and say, 'HA'.
Just like that.
Although America was desperate to prove England wrong, he found himself growing bored of drying out his shirt. Without even thinking, he began bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, glancing around the room.
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Post by England on Apr 14, 2012 15:46:50 GMT -5
"Stand still." England huffed as he tried to keep up with America's movements. "The quicker we get this done, the quicker we get back." he glare at America. "Besides, if you can't stand still right now, how am I supposed to believe you'll sit still at the wedding? I guess I'll just have to sit next to you and make sure you don't create a commotion." he decided, shaking his head.
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Post by America on Apr 14, 2012 22:04:41 GMT -5
America quickly stopped his movement, a red blush spreading across his cheeks. Well, shit. He didn't think this through at all. "I-I don't need anyone to sit with me!" he loudly exclaimed, making sure his face was hidden by the shirt to prevent England from noticing his initial embarrassment. "I was planning on sitting in the back, as silent as a mouse, so you guys wouldn't even notice I was there!"
If England sat with him, there was no way America could get in his little snack. And, if he couldn't do that, his stomach would growl through the wedding and he'd become hungry and everyone would probably laugh at him. To top it all off, England would scold him until he died. "You go sit up front with those other stuffy nations, and let me chill in the back!" Hopefully, that would be enough to change England's mind.
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Post by England on Apr 15, 2012 14:23:05 GMT -5
Instead, England just snickered as he patted the shirt for any other wet spots.
"America, did you really think you could fool me? I've learned to see right through that little white lie of yours ever since I found you skipping out on church when you were younger. I learned not to let you sit in the back alone afterwards." he shook his head, amused at America's all but stricken expression.
And then, he thought for a moment, and with a skipping heartbeat, he realized that maybe America really didn't want him near at all. Maybe he was pretending, even now. The thought of America being another person when he was not looking made him question himself.
"O-Or..." he bit his lip, occupying himself with drying an already-dry patch of cloth, simply to cover the sound of his stuttering. "I... I could sit far from you, if you really don't want me near." he blushed, irritation welling up within him. "I-I mean, it's not like I care, or anything. I was just trying to keep you from humiliating yourself, but if you don't need my help." he turned the hair dryer off with a decisive click and all but slammed it back down on the table.
"There. I'm done. Get dressed."
Somewhere deep inside of him, he entirely regretted those words.
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Post by America on Apr 15, 2012 15:03:13 GMT -5
America took his now-dry and wrinkle-free shirt, a bit surprised that he won that argument so well. One minute England was stating they'd sit together, and the next he decided to sit far away. Pulling on the sleeves of his shirt and struggling with his buttons, America glanced over at the other man. "It's not like I don't want you to sit with me," he said carefully, while inwardly thinking, No, stupid America, he needs to sit far away from you so you can enjoy your candy and chips! Still, England seemed irritated about them not sitting together, and America wanted to assure him that...that, well, he wouldn't mind it if he didn't have snacks (and if England didn't lecture him constantly to sit up and stop fiddling with his fingers and leave your tie alone, blah blah blah).
Quickly coming up with a reason as to why England didn't have to sit with him, America said, "I mean, I thought you'd rather sit with the...the other, more well-behaved countries," because England would agree that America wasn't well-behaved (although America thought he was perfectly fine the way he was), "and, besides, you and Spain were friends, right? Old pirating buddies and all that? You should be up there rooting for him!"
America finished his list of reasons, ready to nod proudly, when he noticed that he messed up on his buttons. Ah, shit. I guess I was too preoccupied in talking. With a sigh, he started unbuttoning them again, prepared to restart his job of cleaning himself up.
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Post by [x] Spain on Apr 15, 2012 19:16:49 GMT -5
Spain rubbed the back of his neck. Not only was his heart pounding from the - er - awkward situation he just abandoned, it was still at the insane rate it was from sheer nervousness.
He was about to head into the small adjoining chapel to (theoretically) pray off his nerves when he quite literally ran into someone.
"Lo siento!" I'm sorry! That someone being China. "Oh, hello China! Glad you could make it!" He always knew that God was looking out for him, especially now that there was someone to talk to. Sure, he didn't know the Asian nation too well, but he figured now was a good time as any. "How are liking it here?"Okay, so give the man props for actually trying, even if he nearly sailed into sensitive waters involving politics.
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Post by England on Apr 15, 2012 19:56:09 GMT -5
England wanted to reply, but he couldn't. Just when he thought America had stopped looking entirely gorgeous, the boy had to go and unbutton his shirt again. England was starting to get very frustrated. Very.
"I-Idiot!" he grumbled. "If I sit with the other nations that actually have manners, unlike you, then who's going to make sure you don't do anything stupid?" he shook his head and crossed his arms. "Besides. I don't care if you want to sit alone. I just wanted to make sure you don't ruin Spain's wedding. Old pirating buddies, hardly, but that doesn't mean I'll let you mess with the most important day of somebody's life."
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Post by America on Apr 15, 2012 20:16:19 GMT -5
Focusing carefully on his buttons this time, America sighed. "Which is it- you wanna sit with me or you don't?" He needed to know so he could argue or agree, but, at the current moment, he wasn't too sure. He always knew England could never make up his mind, and it had long since confused him. And, quite frankly, he didn't care if England were to sit with him- he figured he'd stuff his mouth with food, anyway. He was too hungry not to.
Finally finishing with his shirt, America grabbed his tie from the chair, throwing it around his neck and pulling it up under his collar. He really hated these damned ties. He wished he would have thought to buy a clip-on one.
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Post by England on Apr 15, 2012 20:32:21 GMT -5
"F-Fine." England huffed, blushing. "I will sit next to you in the back." he turned around and went for America, looking him over critically before taking a hold of his tie and twisting it a bit to straighten the knot. He let his hand linger there for a moment, contemplating, before he realized what he was doing and pulled his hand back.
"G-Good, you finally look presentable. Let's go. The wedding should be starting soon."
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Post by America on Apr 16, 2012 5:47:50 GMT -5
Once his tie was on straight, America grabbed his jacket and quickly pulled it on, glancing at himself in the mirror. As always, he liked what he saw, so he turned back to England. "Just an FYI," he started, making his way to the door. "If our stomachs start growling, I got some snacks to hold us over 'til the reception."
Okay, so it probably wasn't the most subtle way to let England know he'd be eating during the service, but it was better than nothing. Besides, now England couldn't call him a selfish pig, because he was offering to share his precious snacks.
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