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Post by Antonio Fernandez on Apr 5, 2011 21:08:50 GMT -5
After the days had passed and the reality of the situation finally sank into his head, Antonio had thought it wise of himself to settle in. He didn’t have much stuff so it wouldn’t be so difficult and that’s all that ever really mattered anyway. When he had finished with the last of his stuff, he kicked the box (one of some old albums that had found their way there with him for some reason) under his bed without realizing it had only slipped through and gone to the opposite side and then plopped down on his bed, letting out a tired breath of mostly relief as he contemplated his choices. He hadn’t come across anybody he knew yet and the two other people who would reside with him hadn’t turned up. He wasn’t in the mood to go out and explore either (but he was sure to save that for later).
“It’s a comfortable place,” he noted, sitting up properly now as he looked around with mild interest at the interior of the room and then out the window. The atmosphere reminded him of a warm summer’s day in Spain, his brightly colored kitchen and the smell of cooking lunch off to the side. His bones had miraculously stopped aching so much too, ever since he woke up in this place and he supposed it was good that they didn’t feel so old and worn now –although it wasn’t as if he couldn’t move freely before, that wasn’t the case, he just felt lesser weight on his already weary bones from being alive too many years, now he just felt like he'd come out of the best shower in a whole century; he could hardly remember the feeling now even. Smiling brightly at this new discovery he reached over to the side of his bed for the cloth-made guitar case leaning on the wall. He placed it in front of him and unzipped it, pulling out the instrument. Carefully placing it on his lap and under his arm, he began to pluck at the strings, tuning it to what sounded pleasing to his ears and nodded approvingly with a half-moon of a smile when he got it.
It had been quite some time since he had the freedom of a lazy afternoon with his guitar and he was determined to spend it well now that he had time to do just that.
When Antonio finished plucking out an old Spanish tune, he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, a certain box that hadn’t gone completely under the bed. While trying to be careful with his guitar, he bent over to the side and put it on his bed too, shoving the guitar case off to the ground to give the box some room.
“Ah, this takes me back~” He grinned, pulling out a bunch of pictures of Lovino, of which he hadn’t seen much since he’d gotten there. He wondered for a bit wrinkling his brow at the possibilities, hoping that he was safe most of all.
In a spur of the moment decision (as most of his decisions are anyway) Antonio pulled the picture out of the album and pushed the box aside and laid the photo on the bed. Righting the position of his guitar, he glanced back at it, smiling all the while.
“This one’s for you, Lovi~” And he began to pluck an old tune that reminded him of a sunny day, much like today and the smell of cooking pasta sauce as he waited happily on the table for a young Italian to finish cooking lunch for two.
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Post by LOVINO VARGAS on Apr 5, 2011 22:11:44 GMT -5
It wasn't Romano's will to find the so-called ' dorm ' that he apparently was claimed to. Actually, it wasn't much of his choice at all. There were times where the Italian would find things crazy, or stupid, in some places (honestly, it was mostly everything he knows about) but in this situation he had to say...That this day was more then just ' damn stupid. ' As a matter of fact, it was plainly all flat out unbelievable. One day he'd find himself sleeping and eating at his house, and the next day he found himself being caught off guard by teacher after sleeping in a classroom. The first thoughts that ran to Lovino's mind was first, Why the hell is this damn idiota trying to wake me up from my sleep? and the next thought conveyed was simply all out, What the fuck?! Realizing where he was.
And bad enough was he not in Italy, his home, but it was worse to find out that he was in a boarding school...in Japan. Che palle, he swore to himself whoever caused this and put him to this misery there would have been hell to pay if ever to be found. Real hell to pay. Like, a serious beat down that'll crush him...and...and...! His thoughts dispersed wildly as he showed anger to himself, too irritated to even think.
Whatever. Either way, whether he finds it or not someone would be getting their ass wooped today.
If it had not been even more stranger, the only thing he could find of himselve's was a suitcase (or well, a sort of bag that looked like it to him) beside his desk. Opening the case, it apparently had stuff long, probably way back when he was little. Some old pictures of him when he was young with his fratello, and just some other images of Antonio smiling stupidly as always. He also found what it appeared to be a map, aligned with a room number that showed to be his dormitory--but truthfully though he was more damn thankful also finding a wine bottle accompanied with him, as well. Whoever the heck he was going to kill, he would at least show tiny mercy for that.
But still, he irked on why this stuff was here. Che, is this shit anyway, was this some kind of kiddy game? What the fuck was he, a child trying to solve a damn mystery game? Who is the bastard trying to play? Though, even with the dumb things that someone was fooling around on him there was one thing that maybe could explain all the confusing things that was hurting his head. The dorm room number. So thus, that was where he was now and where he started--Searching for the door that will hopefully open to his expectations.
But did he not know, that finding it could be so hard.
The hallways of dormitories were endless, and Lovino almost felt like he could fall and collapse on the ground immediately. He wanted to sleep, he wanted to eat, he wanted to go back to Italy, goddammit!--He wanted....He wanted to see Spain and his brother again. Hours had past, and not a glimpse of anyone he knew was around, and without Spain bugging his ass, and his younger brother out of sight, he....He was worried if it would stay like that; And actually frowned a bit, thinking of it.
"S--Shit...I swear to god I will put all of these damn stupid big dorms on fire if I don't...!-- Che?" But luckily, a hopeful number 102 became in his range in front of him. With a fast, ' 'Bout time, dammit! ' The strangely motivated now Italian, got up, and abruptly got his key along with the note and shoved it in opening in quickly. He told himself numerously now, if he didn't see anything that would help him he was seriously going to kick someone hard.
Although what he saw in front of him, was even something more, on what he was searching for.
"Aghhh, this crappy dorm shows nothing to me, dammit...! Merda! U-Ugh.....Little Brother....Where are you.... Goddammit S-Spain help m-- E-EH?! Antonio?!"
notes this sounds weird because i haven't rped lovi in a week. but hi. 8I
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Post by Antonio Fernandez on Apr 5, 2011 22:41:27 GMT -5
Antonio didn’t have the privilege of finishing the song, with more important things popping out of nowhere all of a sudden (well, of course they –specifically he—could have come from the door). It took more than a moment’s notice for him to realize that there was another person in the room calling out his name in a familiar accent, with that familiar (perpetually) angry tone that he so enjoyed hearing every time. At the sound, his eyes opened from indulging himself in the song.
“Perhaps I should sing to your photographs more often to get you to appear when I want to see you…” he mused out loud, sliding off the bed and placing his guitar on it as he rushed to the door with clumsy steps (his legs were still a bit used to sitting from having been in the same position for so long to play the instrument). Without any prior warning, the Spaniard saw no reason to hold back from launching himself onto the Italian, eagerly wrapping his arms around the smaller frame of Lovino Vargas who was right in front of him.
He felt overwhelming happiness.
He saw the wine in Lovino’s hand.
And then he felt overwhelming happiness and the need to celebrate.
“They gave you wine! I didn’t get any of some sort, not even the cheap kind.” He pouted, not letting go, not thinking of doing so anytime either –but then he knew Lovino, in this place and in what (actual) reality was for him and if this was even the real Lovino in front of him and not one of the tricks his brain liked to play on him then he was due for a good scolding. Laughing at fond memories, he let go of the Italian and sat on the other vacant bed (as his was a bit occupied at the moment).
“Can we drink it, Lovi~? I’m sure you could use a drink right now. You look like you could use one right now. You can unpack later and I’ll help you! I’m a bit tired now from unloading my stuff just a little while ago. I have glasses with me too~ but they’re not wine glasses so it might not seem as festive, I hope you don’t mind…” and then the rest was all a mumble of happy suggestions that he couldn’t contain at the sight of somebody, at the presence of his precious Lovi.
Somewhere in the back of his head, he made a point to test out his summoning skills with his other friends later. He’d have to find good photographs of them too.
notes: no worries, I haven't played Spain in quite sometime |D /just recently on another forum~ so we're at par, at most XD; and your Lovi is cute ^^ |
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Post by LOVINO VARGAS on Apr 6, 2011 20:58:48 GMT -5
"Ugh, how stupid could you be? Idiota! We were just assigned the same room! Though I don't get how I got this damn room in the first place...And oi! W-Why do you have pictures of me if we're---" And without warning, was he hugged by the older nation. Lovino was content to find at least someone he knew [ maybe a little happier that it was Spain, secretly ] but still, he had to keep his relief more unseen towards the other because well, for some reason he'd felt embarrassed if he did; but in most cases, this was really just how he was normally. So then struggling a surprised flush came to spread across his cheeks before attempting to struggling away against the other, pushing him away grumbling.
"A-Ah-- Chigi! L-Let go off me bastard, this isn't the time for your damn creepiness! What the hell happened to us?" Of course, he didn't mind that hug on the inside. The Italian had been worried that he wouldn't have ever seen his former ' boss ' again, and thought he'd be abandoned forever. But fret, Lovino at the same time though didn't have time for this he wanted to know what was going on---and anyway he hated when he got so close to him, goddammit! Seriousness was such a rare for thing for Antonio! And that made Lovino huff probably betting that asking for help, wouldn't work-- yet, he still wanted to try to see if he get something out of him.
He almost forgot about the wine bottle lying in his hand, moreover the suitcase that lay around ' his ' dorm. There was too much thoughts running around in Romano's head to even try to focus on the old ones. "Eh?" He said bluntly watching Antonio as he ran aside, then at the wine bottle. It actually was quite the expensive ones, weird enough, did he know he drank this frequently in Italy. "Oh, this. Tch, this one is a pretty quality one...I don't get what kind of dumb ass would give some student in boarding school one of these..." He opened his eyes, realizing.
"A-And speaking of boarding school don't you know where the hell we are?! And what the fuck we're wearing, dammit?! Shit, I don't even want to know the creepy pervert who changed me--I don't even want to think about who brought me here, but whoever it was, or is, there going to have a real good Italian pounding, because this is just stupid!" Lovino groaned at the irritation. He thought he could of only been lucky to find Antonio here, but to think where his brother is, where Belgium was, where everyone else was...Could have been only a disturbing mystery, he wanted to figure out fast.
Although looking back at the other, rambling more riding the happy go lucky train (honestly though, he stopped listening after a couple sentences) he just thanked dios and above, that he wasn't being punished by standing alone. Pouting he shrugged his shoulders crossing his arms now, thinking now that he should reply to get Spain to shut up so maybe a at least a little good could come out of this---or well, a few goods, Wine was something that he wouldn't mind easing him...
"Huh, well, fine I guess I don't have a choice. I can't just ruin a perfect wine like this. It doesn't matter if there ' festive ' or not dammit. There's nothing to celebrate, just yet! I-I have to find my stupid younger brother, because who knows where the idiot could be...G-God damnit I swear if he doesn't show up I-I-- " He sighed. "J--Just get the cups, dammit."
notes busy day orz lol ~ 8`DD and ffff, you do a good him too! ;w; i feel like i'm cleaning my rust cause i haven't paragraphe'd rp'd lovi in a while x`DDDD and lol brother protection caring at the end desu yo 8I
-will fix things l8ter- ;u;
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Post by feli on Apr 6, 2011 22:58:36 GMT -5
After much turmoil and even more confusion, as well as a few day’s passing, Feliciano had scurried himself to the school that he was directed to go to- no wonder I woke up with these weird clothes! he realized, and looked around at the campus as he entered the gates. “Ve, so big, so big…” He asked around for the location of the dormitory and scampered to them, rushing to Dorm 102. “Academies are so nice, but they’re really confusing…” he thought about Austria and how the poor man would probably never find his way around such a large school. He hoped that maybe he’d see Austria here as well- so far he had already seen his little sister Sicily, Australia, and found Spain in a hot spring earlier before, so maybe Austria would be here too! And Hungary, and Germany and big brother Lovi…
“Romano, I do hope you’re okay…” he sighed, talking to himself as he slowly paced to his room, swinging his suitcase, submerged in the melancholy afternoon light that followed him down the long, empty hallways. Feliciano’s heart beat to the small steps he took, hearing the pats and thuds as he experimented with the echoes that bounced up and down the lonely walls and floors. Feliciano never liked being alone- he’d had always depended on others since forever, so being by himself was scary and very saddening for his poor little heart.
“Draw a circle, that’s the earth…” With each step he took, he felt his stomach sink lower, and it wasn’t because he was hungry (although he was quite starving), it was because the loneliness grew more and more inside him with each padding noise his steps made, for he no longer wore the burden of a nation, but the light frame of a normal human boy. Tears began to well up in his eyes. “Draw a circle, that’s the earth, draw a circle, that’s the Earth, I am He…”
He stopped in his place, pausing on that one word. “He…” He felt a tear streak down his face and wiped it away.
“I am Hetalia…”
A few more footsteps led him to the wing his room was located in. Room 102, Room 102…
“Ah, the world around us, can be seen through the stroke of a single brush...”
Where was room 102? He reached 110. He was almost there.
“And now, we give a toast with our boots-“
He suddenly heard familiar bickering and his heart lightened. Feliciano rushed to the open door that was spewing out curses in a voice that brightened up his golden eyes.
Fratello! He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, running faster and faster to Room 102. It’s my fratello! My fratello is here!
He gave a wide smile as he swung into the room, knocking over his poor brother who was trying to take a sip of wine. Feliciano gave his big brother a tight hug and sang out his overwhelming joy;
“Hetaaaaaliiiiiaaaa~!”
Notes: I'm sorry for the really heart-wrenching lonely Ita-chan D: but yay reunion!<3 [/size] |
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Post by Antonio Fernandez on Apr 7, 2011 13:37:40 GMT -5
Having given out a glass to Lovino and filling up his own, he sat himself down on the older Italian's bed again. He'd just finished processing the last of Romano's ranting and was ready to reply, with the only thing he could think of replying --and perhaps the most appropriate out of all the ones in his head at the moment.
"I didn't think of that." And then happily took a sip of the wine and smiled. "But then if I did, it would confuse me a lot. Over all, I wouldn't know either though, Lovi. I'm sorry if I'm no help. Maybe this is all a dream and I'm dreaming you up right now drinking wine with me and then maybe you'll get drunk and we--" he stopped at that, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile as he took another sip to ease his jumbled up (because of excitement and small hints of alcohol entering his system at a time) nerves.
About to say something, to pass it off as a little joke maybe, Antonio found that he couldn't because at the moment he was not only faced with one Italian but two of them.
His smile could only grow, the sun outside did not compare.
"Feli! You're here too~ I just saw you this morning at the hot springs~ would you like some wine too?" Antonio thought it troublesome to think of all the whys and whats and wheres that Lovino had already been doing he was sure the answers would come to him later but then if not, then it won't and he would just have to make the best of the situation...which wouldn't be too hard considering he had both Italies as his roommates now.
Except, if he recalled history and remembered that today was the present and though Spain was as transparent as cling wrap (and just as clingy too) he knew it wouldn't be easy handling the two of them at a time.
note/s: aslfjkldfj two Italians *u* although I foresee more of Feli being mediator to Lovi and Toni a lot --more than Toni could ever be for the twins. |D |
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Post by LOVINO VARGAS on Apr 7, 2011 19:19:00 GMT -5
Lovino sighed, blowing air to a strand of hair coming down on him out of irritation with a last groan. "Tch. I was right. I knew nothing would come out from you. This whole damn thing is pissing me off, so I better get answers soon before I--" The Italian puffed his cheeks, leaning forward, pointing at the Spanish man. "Hey, what the hell were you going to say after that? O-Oi you perverted freak, keep your fantasies to yourself this isn't one of your weird dreams again, this is real, not fake!"
Was he really that mad at Antonio, or was it just the stress pounding himself being here? He didn't know, and he didn't really care at the time being, which where thankfully all this ' caring ' could slip away at the time being with the fabulous drink that was poured holding, in his hand.
It was strange at first though, when the Italian drank a few sips. Of course, it was tasteful, all things that are made in Italy are, but awkward enough it felt like... it felt like it was his first time drinking it, and for some reason he felt short feelings saying that his body couldn't handle it. "I-It taste a little weird, dammit..." He murmured. Yet again knowing Lovino, like he said Wine was something that could not be wasted, you could not just throw away something so valuable so he just thought to himself maybe it was just the first tastes, since he hadn't drank for a bit, so thus he persisted, smacking his lips now and then.
But before he could go on with the liquor swishing around his hands, he soon found himself captured in a hug from at a first to a mysterious figure, and then a noticeable sibling. "W-Wha--the...Who the hell---V-Veneziano, is that really you?! Ahh, get o-off me you cretino and tell me where have you been! I was searching all over this damn place, and I could not find you!" He suddenly widened his eyes paying big attention now, to the oldest nation across from them. "A-And what... Why the hell were you in a hot springs with my little brother you perverted freak!" Struggling since he still felt the arms around him too close, he huffed, more red. The reunion was not the best, but it had made Lovino relieved.
notes fff poor feli! i feel bad for calling him a idiot but yeah, /lolprotectiveonyourass 8I but lol yes he will be hopefully making everything better! >w< and lol i just realized their age effects their bodies, so fff wine hurr [/sup] |
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Post by feli on Apr 8, 2011 23:18:58 GMT -5
“Hey, hey Tonio, can I have some wine?” Feliciano exclaimed cheerily, looking at the Spaniard that had offered him the bottle. Feliciano snuggled with his big brother- he really did miss him so! – and looked at his fratello’s flushing red face. “Drunk already, ve?” He giggled as Lovino broke away and pushed him off, landing on his bottom onto the hard floor.
“Spain and I just happened to meet accidentally in a hot spring!” Feliciano explained to his suddenly furious fratello, and gave an innocent smile. “Ve, it’s so good to see you two! I thought I was going to be lost forever!”
Feliciano’s light arm grabbed hold of a glass and filled it up with the wine, taking a small sip. He felt his head swim a little and grew dizzy. The auburn-haired Italian held his forehead and whined. “Ve… this is weird… I’ve never… never felt like this before…”
It was a first sip, after all. It was supposed to taste strange, right? So why did it make poor little Feli feel so… heavy? He wanted to lay down for a bit and rest, but he sat up straight and decided to take another sip once again. This sip was much stronger than the first one- how strange!
“Whaa… what kind of wine is this..?” Feliciano’s words began to slur- why was he suddenly so buzzed? This Italiano was once able to handle heavier drinks than this, yet for some reason he began to feel feeble and weak after drinking just a teensy-tiny bit of wine! “Ve… this is… I feel really hot now…”
He leaned against the wall, touching his heated pink cheek with the back of his left hand. “Lovi… what’s wrong with me, am I sick..?”
That wine… why was it so strong on his tongue? Feliciano never swooned like this even when he drank heavy liquor with Gilbert and Ludwig, so why did he feel this way?
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Post by Antonio Fernandez on Apr 9, 2011 22:03:59 GMT -5
Happily sipping his drink, Antonio was deaf to the effects the alcohol had on the two Italians with him at present and took two more rounds after that before he could feel a light buzz, a buzz which usually didn't appear until he'd had his sixth or his seventh and here it was at his third! He chuckled mindlessly and contented himself with taking small sips of the wine.
"Lo siento, Lovi! But your hermano is right, we met purely by accident. We should do that again soon Feli, it was fun! It was also very pleasant since I hadn't come across a lot of us yet, just your sister Arazia and her friend from Asia--from within the continent of the country we are now, I seem to have forgotten her name though. She was aah, muy bonita! She was a very pretty lady too."
And so the rambling started. It was a small quirk he had to him, if not something that would annoy the older Italian even further (and more so than usual) because if Antonio could ramble so much sober, it got worse as he was drunk (was he already?) and he was prone to say things that would often shorten his lifespan by about a third. Perhaps even more now that he was around both Lovino and Feliciano and a wine bottle that seemed as though the contents were never-ending. To Antonio it was deemed something good but to somebody surveying the situation from afar, this was less than favorable for everybody in the room and anybody else who might stumble upon them and either join in or watch.
He glanced at the two Italians, eyes lingering on Lovino the longest, eventually settling there.
"Estás bien? Are you two okay? Feli, Lovi--" his green eyes stared at the latter and a smile began to emerge.
"If you keep drinking, you'll be as red as the little tomato you were as a child. Ah, I remember it all the way here! Then again, I suppose it is a hard memory to forget~ But remembering it makes me feel like an old man trapped in a young person's body. At least I'll be able to do more with this--" he gave himself a once over and turned up to Lovino with a bright smile "si?"
notes: damn, I make Spain talk a lot 8| oh well~ he'll be very drunk soon, I think. Age and all. o/ |
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Post by LOVINO VARGAS on Apr 10, 2011 19:03:21 GMT -5
Everything started to get a little bit hazy, for Lovino. Attempting to continue to concentrate as his little brother was speaking, for some strange reason it was almost impossible for him to listen; small ringings in his ears, didn't much help in his dismay. Wobbling a little he stared down at the cup he was holding oh-so-delicately after it almost being spilled, raising a brow. This couldn't just be regular wine, could it? He's drank thousand of times, whether it be with Spain or a few girls he'd try to pick up now and then, he got a little weird sometimes but it was never like this. Glaring eyes at the wine bottle almost in his own little world, he tried thinking more but had no conclusion. What, so are you saying that he's just bad of a drunk? Or did someone roofie him? It was hard to imagine a delicacy like this to be tainted, and as for his drunkness he was South Italian, dammit! This is what he did best!
Yet even with his powerful confidence, it had no effect on him, only his mind. In reality he was shaking a bit ("W-Why is everything m-moving like this dammit stop you stupid floor...!"), flushing widely ("C-Chigi....!"), speaking in small stutters ("A-Accidently, h-huh..? D-Dammit you---you b-bastard, you sh--shouldn't be even close to my brother in places like that...."), and weirdly enough he was also acting a few sentences different then his normal self. "--Why do you never take me to those places goddammit? Y-You i-idiots have seen plenty of p-people already and i-i'm the last o-one you found! I'm always last! Last, last, last!"
Lovino couldn't take much of the wine longer, but yet he wanted to continue to avoid the truth he was hiding from. Huffing, and huffing, he knew what he was saying wasn't him, but at the same time it felt like his mind was being played by another puppet master, and little did he know his name was Alchohal. Why, why was it that he was having a big effect, so fast? He only finished that cup, it wasn't like he drank the whole bottle. Something was wrong with him. And what he was right now, he hated every second slipped by.
Looking over at the smaller Italian now on the ground he shook his head. Ah, wait or were there two of them? Blinking again, he put one of his hands on his forehead and whined the same as Feliciano. "I-I---It's Italian wine, i've had plenty of this b -before at home! We've had plenty of this before at home! I-I don't know why it's screwing us like this--" He began to look over at the what he thought normal Spain, whining more. "--But either way, I don't like it at all! Fix us you b-bastard. F-Fix us right now, d-dammit!" But even drunk or not, he knew asking for Spain wouldn't have had much of a outcome. Gazing at him raising a brow, he didn't much understand what the Spanish man said about the young part, but the tomato part he surely knew which made him flush.
"A-Agh, I never looked like a tomato when I was a child, creep! A--And...I-I can drink more if I w-want too...I...It's not like I haven't had any of this stuff!" He rolled his eyes before looking away quickly once his eyes almost came in contact with the Spainard's, irritatedly. "Y-Yeah, you won't be c-called stu-stupid anymore here because we're living in the damn ages of idiots...Shit, I hate all t-these brats around us!"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 11, 2011 16:47:19 GMT -5
Francis wasn't that worried about finding his own dorm, not at the moment, especially since a most familiar voice had echoed down the hall as he had walked down it. Not only loud, but very obviously intoxicated of some sort. And, naturally, he had to find out if his rather sneaking suspicion is true. " Mes amis~!" He called, banging on the door with a rather heavy hand. He knows that voice. It couldn't be anyone but that fiery Italian, and where that Italian was, a very precious friend of his was bound to be. note: short intro into the thread is short. :D |
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 12, 2011 23:59:52 GMT -5
Walking at an even pace, Gilbert brushed his fingers against the wall next to him, feeling every bump and groove. The sun cast his shadow behind him some, outlining his profile until it fractured against the ground and flung out and clung to his feet as he made his way throughout the building. It wasn’t that he was lost, since he knew where he wanted to go. He had his mind set on his destination, and, although he wasn’t entirely certain that he’d get there anytime soon, he was positive he had enough confidence in his two feet to lead him the right way.
But he would’ve preferred to have gotten out of this…this place.
That was all he could refer to it as. Not that it was bad; if anything, it offered some semblance of relief but he couldn't shake off the feeling that they weren't the same. There wasn’t anything here that was familiar, other than a glimpse of another one of them. And his bird. Thankfully he had his bird, because he did like being alone, but that was so long ago when things were different. Nowadays it was alliances and tentative friendships, allies and shaky relationships that only remained intact simply because they did.
“You think we’ll find anyone soon?” His voice was slightly hopeful, but it broke the silence anyways. A small, dignified chirp was his response, and Gilbert deemed it acceptable, despite being unsure about what his companion may have meant to say.
Rounding another corner, Gilbert was met with…familiar voices. Something that was tangible, because, as he sped up and the room numbers flew past him (97 to 98, 99 and 100 and 101), he could feel it, that sense that there were people, people he did know, and perhaps this wasn’t some crazy dream after all, everything was too real.
A flash of golden-blond hair, and that voice, and Gilbert could tell. It was Francis, he could just tell, and-
“Oi! You guys, have you been here the entire time?”
No one said Gilbert was known for being subtle.
[RAH sorry for delay, OTL...like, extreme delay…and for lack of anything interesting, it’s easy to go off tangent, sigh.]
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Post by Antonio Fernandez on Apr 13, 2011 22:04:49 GMT -5
"You sure, Lovi?" His concern was genuine but he couldn't deny that this was the most fun he'd had on the first few days here. That fact alone was kind of sad actually but at the same time he didn't want to do something that would and could potentially hurt Lovino. Even if he was all grown up now. Well, sort of --given their current "sitaution" he wasn't fairing so well with the drinks too. But then it was just wine! And it was a sunny day! What was there to fear?
"Mes amis~!"
Again, Antonio questioned his imagination. It hadn't crossed his mind that a few of his older friends would be here too until something in the back of his mind whispered something as familiar and as French as that. Frowning in displeasure while taking a sip he pondered the possibilities of the alcohol truly affecting him ...and then he looked up by the door. Eyes widening and face breaking out into sunshine-y grin he got up from his seat on the bed and stumbled his way to the Frenchman he thought only existed in his head.
"Bueno, Francis!" He managed to stop himself from flailing, withholding the hug because from the corner of his eye because he too occupied with the presence of somebody else too.
"Gilbo! You're here too! Esto es maravilloso! We have vino and Lovino here, you two should come in~ and close the door on your way, Gil~"
He ushered them inside with the eagerness of a puppy and turned to Lovino with the same amount of excitement.
"Look who else is here, Lovi! Today is really a lucky day, si?"
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Post by LOVINO VARGAS on Apr 15, 2011 23:05:19 GMT -5
"Positive!" He snapped back immediately. One hundred, percent!" Of course Lovino could handle it. Why would he not? It was wine, he kept telling himself, just wine dammit and that was something he actually knew well almost like a professional! There was nothing wrong with him, nor the drink. Well, you could say that maybe the part of him being normal may be questionable... But in Lovino's mind he was sure enough to easily tell that he was perfectly fine. It was the floor's fault for moving so fast, goddammit. And as for his un-clear vision, his eyes were probably... So dizzy from Spain's stupidity, yeah? Of course, of course, ci ci that was it.
But when Lovino lay his eyes on the next figure that walked in, he was curious on why he didn't get even more dizzy. "Wah! It's F---France!" He jumped out of surprise, only to bring more agony in his mind when he found that there were now new two figures, instead of one. "T-The wurst bastard's brother!" He stood there, shocked, with his mind so jumbled up now unable to process how many people were here. He looked at all three of them--or was it six? He still couldn't tell, grumbling now in even more irkedness pouting as he saw the happy-go-lucky cheerful Spanish turn to him and reply.
""Look who else is here, Lovi! Today is really a lucky day, si?""
"Lucky my a---ass!" He huffed looking down then back up at him, with a slight wobble, observing all the figures again as they continued to multiply. "I---Don--Don't want them here! W--Why are they here? And why is there then six of you dammit, hold s-still I can't count!"
Lovino should of really laid of the drink.
notes ORZ SORRY IT'S LATE and half-assed, BUT OH HERE. o7o |
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