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“You can lay across the couch if you want,” he said, and then looked at the other couch. “I can sit over there.”
“You are fine where you are. And I am fine as I am. I am going to grab a glass of water if that is alright?” It’s a wonder how she managed to keep her formal speech in check. But it was due time for the slurs and potential curses to start pouring out. She got up, stumbling on her feet, before quickly recovering. Smooth as ice.
“That would definitely be a sigh to see.” He imagined him standing up to America. He would definitely be the one to face the Canadians…wrath. He’d seen Canada react to what America has said about him. “I have seen him get a little angry but he’s never acted out on it.
“He has not gotten mad enough then... Give it time.” He would put everyone in their place, not just the usual chaotic crowd. If he were to be the one to lose it, no one would be safe. She let out a low groan as she slipped her hand away from her face. “I think I am getting the spins now.” Regardless, that flask needed to be finished. There’s like two big gulps left.
So we had a winter storm at 5am... It’s April.
6 inches of snow. 6 INCHES OF SNOW IN A FEW HOURS.
“Oh. What do you mean?”
“That life is so dull to the point where everyone is barely alive.”
“… that’s so sweet. I guess.”
“... Welcome back, brother.”
[insert party popper popping here]
ms-belarus replied to your post “People still alive?”
“Barely.”
“Oh. What do you mean?”
“That life is so dull to the point where everyone is barely alive.”
OPEN RP // Coffee shop meeting
—Sigh… —He was really surprised that he sat in front of her. She was a mearly acquintance, since he had never have a relationship with that women. Excepct maybe on the world meetings and even in those events, he couldn’t recall having talk to her. —So.. Um… —He was so akward that he couldn’t even think how to move on with their conversation.
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This guy wasn’t very good with conversation. It’s quite apparent. She leaned forward, propping her elbows on the table and resting her head on the back of her hands. “I realize we have never truly spoken to one another before, so this must not seem appropriate to you.” Mindlessly, she fiddled with the cup in front of her, staring at nothing in particular. “But I am pushing myself to go out more often... Being alone at home so frequently is not healthy, I believe.” Normally, she wouldn’t even talk this much. It felt weird doing it, really.
I just realized... we’re always asking for each other’s skypes and such...
but what about snapchat!?
“Yeah, there were a lot of funny things that happened,” he said and thought of the time when America brought a remote control car and rigged it to pie nations in the face. And when America made shadow puppets in the projector. “I wouldn’t be able to manage it.”
“No way, I could never do it. Besides, no one would listen to a word I say.“ She twirled her flask, swishing what little vodka she had left around inside. Downing it quickly is never a good idea, because it gives her the spins. But oh well! Too late for that. The spins were going to come. “I am waiting for the day when someone snaps and unleashes hell on everyone at the meetings…”
Lukas sighed, imagining the look on everyone’s face when it would happen. Imagining who would do it, it could be any number of nations. A great deal of them had a tendency to be hot headed. He had a hunch it wouldn’t be one of the G8 members.
She covered her face with her hand, chuckling at what seemed like nothing. Her pale cheeks were beginning to show a slight hue of pink. She peeked one eye out from underneath her hand, glancing over at him. “It would have to be Mr. Canada. He is the only one I can think of. I think he has it in him.”
“Yeah, there were a lot of funny things that happened,” he said and thought of the time when America brought a remote control car and rigged it to pie nations in the face. And when America made shadow puppets in the projector. “I wouldn’t be able to manage it.”
“No way, I could never do it. Besides, no one would listen to a word I say.“ She twirled her flask, swishing what little vodka she had left around inside. Downing it quickly is never a good idea, because it gives her the spins. But oh well! Too late for that. The spins were going to come. “I am waiting for the day when someone snaps and unleashes hell on everyone at the meetings...”
tamsiaivilkas:
“ Of course not. I am just rather…surprised that you have arrived here much earlier than I have expected. ”Â
“Ah, well I apologize if my early arrival has inconvenienced you in any way. Now, may I ask why you have invited me over?”
As a child growing up in a rich household, literally everything was done for Christensen “Dan” Jensen. His hands were supposed to never touch anything his parents didn’t want him too. Despite this, he was a hard worker in metal smithing and a skilled eilder of heavy weapons. This led to more admiration among the young girls of the estate– suitors if that’s what you were to call it. However Dan had no interest in them. Especially not since A) He’d grown up with them his whole life and B) the servant girls were much cuter.
Which led him to now, walking out of his room and seeing the new girl stand att the end of the hall, sweeping. And oh goodness, what a cute girl– she looked absolutely like a doll; adorable. Dang.Â
Unfortunately he can’t talk to her, as per his parent’s rules which were technically law here.Â
There was no money to her name, no recognition among the townspeople, and most certainly not much hope for the future. She grew up outside of town, but moved here after she was of age. It was custom in her family to make a living on their own, well for women at least. The men inherited the household, which was a bakery with not too much standing but enough to get by. Natalya believed herself to be the better baker of the two siblings, but her brother was older than both her and her sister so he had the say.
Now here she was, sweeping the floors of complete strangers. Unkind ones at that. She leaned against her broom, propping her head on top of it and huffing out a sigh. This was her life now, a servant.
She heard a door close, which caught her immediate attention. Glancing over, there was an unfamiliar face down the hall. The son. It was her first time seeing him in person, though she has seen portraits. He looks better in person, though she would never verbally admit that. Even if she would, she couldn’t. The other maids have already made it apparent to her that casually speaking with any of the family members was forbidden.
Screw it. It would be better than this sweeping. Risk it for the biscuit. “Good morning,” she called from down the hall.
“The worst part is, Germany is trying his best to maintain the peace but you cannot control of a group of over one hundred people,” he said, “Especially when only 5% seem to be paid attention too.”
“At least someone is trying...” She shook her head, feeling sorry for that poor soul. “I do not know how he can continue to try to maintain the peace among the group. It will never happen,” she said with a shrug. “Though I must say it does get quite entertaining at times.”
OPEN RP // Coffee shop meeting
He couldn’t believe what happened:—Well, i don’t give compliments a lot. Actually, I don’t give them at all, so you should be very happy with what I just said —That women was a big mistery. She wasn’t like her sister, so he had no clue about how he should behave. He wanted to be six feet under the ground, so he couldn’t feel so ashame. It was obvious to him that Natalya was having a lot of fun at his expense.
“Do not get your pantaloons in a twist. I was only having a little fun.” Natalya put her hands up in “surrender“. “I will be stopping now, so there is no need to fret.” Without bothering to ask, she sat across from him at his table, crossing her legs elegantly. They were already this far along in conversation, so at this point she should just join him.
Morning lovely people
“I agree,” he said, “I know some people would definitely raise eyebrows. Do you even take it to world meetings?”
“Of course, how else would I tolerate going to them?” Meetings were almost always a complete mad house. Sometimes she felt like she was one of the very few sane people left. “They are chaotic, which is why I do shots in the washroom.” Taking shots in the bathroom, and she’s still classy as hell.
“You’re telling me,” he said, “I can’t stand to be there. I usually just listen to music or I’ll take a nap. They never bother to pay attention to us…”
“Hence why it is so easy to get away with drinking while I attend. I believe I am not the only one who drinks at meetings.” She laid her head back as she gulped down another shot or two. “Ugh... Those meetings are horrendous. Just thinking about them gives me a migraine.”
Okay, I’m out of class and it is officially the weekend for me because I have no class tomorrow. Whoop. So, I’ll be around quite a bit these next few days :0
♥
ms-belarus
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{Toris froze, then began to return Natalya’s kiss. He wasn’t sure why the girl suddenly had kissed him, but he didn’t much care.}
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, I suppose!
{When the pair finally seperated their lips for breath, Toris smiled widely at Natalya, a bright, red blush spreading across his face.}
W-What was that about, Natalya? N-Not that I’m complaining…
{Toris, responding to Natalya’s gestures, unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip to the floor.}
Now, if I’m going to start taking off clothes, I assume you will too, right?
[Natalya grinned at him, twirling his hair with her fingertips. She kissed below his jawline, staring up at him with unwavering eyes.] “Hm, I suppose that depends. Are you going to assist me?”
