seatofuckingsea

The antisocial lumberjack/woodsman. Semi hiatus : I'll respond/reblog with I'm able to. Relationship Status: single M!A Status: N/A: open [[ Indie 2P!Canada RP blog. NSFW possible, and nothing belongs to me unless otherwise stated. ]] tracked tag: seatofuckingsea Note this is a side blog. The main is Fujoboka. blog created: 5/4/2015

[theheroalfredjones-deactivated2]

“Eh, I suppose it’s something you get used to.” Not that one should get used to sexual advances, but being flirtatious was just part of France’s nature. And it wasn’t like the other ever pushed. If someone clearly said no, and to back off, then Francis certainly would. He knew when boundaries were being crossed. “I’m surprised you all aren’t like that. Makes us sound like a bunch of horny weirdos.” He snorted to himself. Really, he was a pretty ‘vanilla’ country himself. The others made fun of him for his lack of sexual experience - but he was still incredibly young. And his pure ideals were part of what made him America. “Can’t believe you didn’t hear about the aliens. It was freaking nuts, man! Tony, he’s my best friend. He’s an alien, too. But these aliens were super freaky. Called themselves Pictonians. Turned basically everything into boring, white blobs. Took away who we all were as Nations. I mean, an alien invasion could have been totes cool and all, but these were bad aliens. And yup, right when we started getting on their good side…England went and fucked it all up with his cooking.” He rolled his eyes. Seriously, those scones. They were like poisonous death bombs. Which made him incredibly wary of any cooking from any England, even if it wasn’t his own. At the mention of trying cookies from the other, Alfred raised an eyebrow, feeling very uneasy about that. “Uh….I’m not too sure, dude. I mean, you seem to like them, and that’s great. But, even if y'all have some pretty opposite traits of us…..I still don’t think that I trust cooking from any form of England. But, I guess that means more cookies for you?”

[seatofuckingsea]

Matt is making a face once again, not quite sure how one could just get used to that, but to each their own. Maybe one day he’d run into a France from Alfred’s earth and get a long with him, but until that day he’ll be highly mistrustful of anthing pertaining to France. “Some of us probably are, but like I mentioned. I like to keep to myself for the most part, but I do enjoy spending time with Luciano. He’s uh...The counterpart to your North Italy. I think yours would be the bubbly one?” He hasn’t run into him yet, but Luciano could get pretty violent if provoked and he and Matt got along pretty well. Mostly bonding over cats and occassionally flirting with one another, not that they ever went much farther then that. Alfred sounds like a pure cinnamon roll, to precious for this world. 

“Nah, never heard of them... So did they get you as well? I can’t picture it, you’re a bit to energetic for me to imagine you as a blob.” He brings his hand up under his face to tap his finger against the bottom of his chin. “If you could manage it, I’m curious about your England’s cooking. I can bring something from mine for a side by side comparison and you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.” Matt shrugs as it doesn’t bother him much if at all if you don’t try the cookies. He’ll just end up putting them away for later. 

“On the topic of cooking... You cook right? I mean... I did hear this rumor that you only ate at burger joints, but surely that can’t be true.” Even Matt had to make himself food, granted many nations when they found out he was cooking would swoop in and nudge him out the kitchen. More so for the fact he tend to overcook things while distracted. But he was capable at making complicated dishes, but he was a bit lazy too and only made those when he knew people would be over. “I uh... I’ve made cookies with England enough times that I could probably make them if I had to. They just might come out a little burnt.” Matt rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he looks to the side. 

[theheroalfredjones-deactivated2]

“Sugar….cubes? Nah, dude. I just treat it like one of my horses on the ranch, y’know? Like, hay and carrots and all that shit. It seems to eat that….” He hadn’t really thought about sugar cubes. Then again, no one had handed him a Unicorn Care 101 book. He had thought that when England had gifted him the thing, he was off his rocker. It wasn’t until the food started disappearing that he realized, holy shit, the unicorn was actually real. Either that, or something else was sneaking in the middle of the night and eating the food he put out. “But if it honestly liked me that much, it wouldn’t hide from me? I don’t know, just weird that I’ve never seen it before.” A shrug.

The more they talked about the differences between the first players and second players, the more interested he got. He snorted at the statement about Francis, shaking his head. “I mean, it was my first time, so yeah I enjoyed it. Plus, he’s a pro, like I said. He’s the country of love…at least our version is. So any issues with romance or sex, Francis is kind of who you go to. He can definitely be a bit pervy at times, though. And is difficult when it comes to boundaries.” Like Matt, he was rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, but for an entirely different reason. “Sounds to me like you all don’t interact as much as we all do. Half the world has slept with one another. It’s just how it is.”

Hearing about England’s cooking, Alfred snorted, giving a nod. “Oh yeah, it’s fucking horrible. I don’t know how I grew up with the stuff. Then again, I clearly didn’t have any taste back then like I do now.” Debateable. “Once, these aliens came down to Earth and tried destroying us all. Not sure if that affected you guys, too. But like, we almost convinced them to leave the planet alone. Then England makes them these damn scones, and the aliens thought they were so horrible that they tried killing us again. Good times. Gooood times.” He snorted, before raising an eyebrow. “But I heard that your England poisons cupcakes or some shit, so maybe they both suck at cooking.”

[seatofuckingsea]

“Well it’s not something you’d give to them all the time. Just every once in a while as a treat... To much sugar would probably be bad for it.” Matt trails off as he doesn’t have an answer for you on why it hasn’t shown itself yet. There could be a number of reasons for that and he’s not a unicorn expert either. “Dunno you’d have to look into the lore around unicorns and probably cave and ask your Arthur how to properly car for one. Unless he didn’t expect you to actually keep it, but you like him so I wouldn’t know why he’d think that.” He finds that the other versions are a bit odd like that sometimes, but they were pretty interesting in the long run. His brother wouldn’t do anything that Alfred is that’s for sure. “Maybe it can sense you’re uncertain about it being real?” 

He has to actually think about if the second player version of France had a romantic bone in his body. He wanted to say no, but if that was the case then why did he seem to attract everybody to him despite his particularly rude attitude. It was odd, he always would shove them away, but they’d just come back. “I can’t speak for anyone else, but I prefer to keep to myself. It’s just easier for me that way, with how often I stick my foot in my mouth and start arguments.” He supposed it was easier to deal with someone who wasn’t about to just die on you if you so much as blinked. Human could be so fragile in comparison. “I wouldn’t be able to handle that, could you imagine it? I might puke on him if he tried anything.” That was definitely a full body shudder and should the first or second players ever start fighting one another one could only hope that never was used against him. He’d run like hell was on his heels. 

“Aliens?” No he didn’t recall that happening, but damn that was insane. “What? No he doesn’t do that...Normally. He’s actually one of the better cooks we have, but he makes so many sweets that no one eats them.” You could only handle so many cupcakes after a while, but when he made other things it was mouthwatering. Granted he never turned up any of England’s cooking ever, he lied to see him smile so it was worth the potential stomach ache. “I actually do still have some cookies he made if you wanted to try them. He tends to send me sweets, because of how much I like them.” He’s embarrassed to admit that really, but darn it he had one hell of a sweet tooth. 

[theheroalfredjones-deactivated2]

“Ah, yeah, like Artie. He can see fairies and all that shit. I think he’s fucking nuts, but at the same time, I kind of believe him…” He trailed off, giving a little shrug. “I mean, for my birthday one year, he gave me a unicorn. I can’t see it, but….I treat it like it’s real. I’ll feed him hay and apples, and it all mysteriously goes missing by the next morning so….I believe that much.” To be fair, this was coming from the guy who’s best friend was an alien.

“Your England weirds me out. I think what I like about Iggy, is that he’s so….” He put his finger up to his lip, tapping it as he thought. Putting a word to his feelings was impossible. Especially without rambling. “He knows what he wants, and he takes it. He’s prideful. Others call it conceited, and maybe it is a little, but I consider it passionate. And who knows? Maybe your England is, too. But yours always seemed like a bit of a pansy to me…with that hair and whatnot.”

He followed the other out into the living room, stopping in his tracks momentarily as he heard the unexpected question. He blushed himself, before shrugging, flopping onto the couch in the most adolescent nonchalant manner, draping his arms over the back of the couch. “Yeah, actually, Francis is who I lost my virginity to.” He blinked, saying it with a straight face, though his blush was obvious. “During the Revolution. I really didn’t have any other way to thank him for becoming my first ally and really helping in the fight against England, soooo.”

[seatofuckingsea]

He files that information away for later, if he ran into him perhaps he’d ask him about the differences between his faeries and his England’s. If there was a difference at all. He kind of doubted it, but you never knew. “A unicorn really? It must like you if it stayed with you.” He could have made a joke about him being a maiden, really he could of, but instead he just looks at him with an amused expression. “Maybe the unicorn is just shy and that is why you can’t see it. Have you left it some sugar cubes as a treat every once and a while?” Possibly some oats too. 

“I find yours strange as well. My England is happy and chipper, but hides his true feelings if he’s ever upset. Unless you set him off of course and that where that rumor about him being violent probably started from, but really he’s um...”Matt tries to find the right word for it, gesturing his hands a bit in frustration. “God...Uh mothering I guess? No wait...Nurturing.  He has a somewhat overbearing nurturing personality.” Not that Matt doesn’t enjoy that attention, don’t get him wrong. Pausing to listen to Alfred talk about Arthur he hums when he believes he should to show he’s listening to him. “Well if you look at the definition of conceited it does say that one is proud of oneself. “ 

Matt doesn’t flop as he’s been lectured enough times about flopping on furniture and how it damages it. “Looks can be decieving. It’s usually the ones you think look like a ‘pansy’ that end up surprising you. That or weak. Everyone has their own strengths though...” He makes a face at the mental image again, possibly a little green around the edges, but looks like he’s debating if he should say anything or not. “I’ve uh...I’ve heard if you need advice on love or relationships that he’s one of the ones you should go to see about it...Dunno if I’d sleep with him though. “ Yeah there is that grossed out face again, it’d be like tapping a clean version of his France and that is so weird. “As long as you uh.... enjoyed it that’s all that matters I suppose.” He rubs his neck awkwardly with a nervous chuckle. “Oh right, I’ve also heard your England isn’t so great a cook? Something about black biscuits of death that should be made into weapons of mass destruction. Is that true?” He’s doubtful about it, because really how bad could it be?

[wildchildblue-blog]

He fumbled with it, really trying to be careful, but he wasn’t really used to being ‘careful’ with small things. He squeezed his fingers on the bulb, spilling a bit of the formula, and clearly getting a little frustrated.

[seatofuckingsea]

Matt calmly grabs Blue’s hands to stop him first off, but also to re-position the dropper. “It takes a bit of getting used to, but I know you can do it.” He lightly squeezes the fingers around the bulb to show Blue how much strength he should use without spilling it. 

[wildchildblue-blog]

He gave a dutiful nod, listening harder than he had in his entire life. Make sure its warm, feed it often. He looked over the dropper, then held his hand out for it. “Show me?”

[seatofuckingsea]

He hands the dropper over, watching Blue’s nails specifically. “Try not to pierce the rubber with your nails. Otherwise it won’t be able to suck up any liquid when you’re trying to feed the kitten later.” 

[wildchildblue-blog]

His face fell for a moment- He didn;’t even know he could feel this disappointed over something that might or might not happen. He made a sad noise, but sat back quietly to continue watching. “I will still do it…”

[seatofuckingsea]

The kitten is starting to stop eating again so Matt stops to check on it and finds that it’s very much full if it’s stomach is anything to go by. For now. “ Well I’d better tell you what all you’ll need to do then. Firstly you need to keep it warm, which you’re already doing with your jacket. Make sure you feed it every few hours. It might not be able to mewl to let you know when it’s hungry.” He doesn’t hand anything to help with the kittens paw. Unless maybe he could wrap it. 

[wildchildblue-blog]

“I can do that!” He said quickly, then sat back as he promptly shut up. Was he being too loud? He crouched low to the kitten again, his concern only growing. “I do that, it get better?”

[seatofuckingsea]

“I can’t promise that.” He didn’t want the cat to end up not making it on Blue, if he promised it would. “But it will help it have a better chance of surviving.” At least the kitten is making some small albeit weak movements. 

[wildchildblue-blog]

He leaned closer, almost in the other’s way, trying not observe what he was doing. He nodded in agreement, but nervously bit his lip. The kitten was barely moving. “Get better?” He asked, his voice quiet. He rubbed at his eyes a little, but he was totally at attention to the situation.

[seatofuckingsea]

Matt feels a subtle swallow from the kitten, it’s progress at the very least as the kitten is eating something now. Maybe it heard its friend he had no idea. It’s be up to the kitten after they finish feeding it on making it through. He did hope it pulls though however. “If the kitten does improve, you’re going to need to lean how to do this. It might not be able to eat anything solid until it’s better.” 

[wildchildblue-blog]

He peeked up at him again, then looked over the kitten carefully, then pointed. One of its back paws was injured, and it was very thin, as if it hadn’t eaten- it was barely moving. “Its bad…”

[seatofuckingsea]

Definitely bad, the mother probably abandoned it as well which made it worse. However he was somewhat prepared, maybe not for everything, but he would do what he could. “I may have to take it with me, but... it’s bad blue.” He has this small tin of formula that he’ll try to feed it. He keeps it for orphaned animals he runs across while he’s out in the woods. 

So carefully with a dropper he starts to give the kitten some of the formula. very lightly with his finger running along it’s neck in a hope to stimulate it into trying to swallow. He’s never tried feeding a kitten in this sort of state before. 

[wildchildblue-blog]

He looked up at the noise, and took note of the familiar man before going back to hugging his knees again. He hugged tighter for a few seconds before crawling over to the jacket, and laying by it. His entire mood was glum.

[seatofuckingsea]

Matt shuffles closer and takes a closer look to find a injured and potentially sick kitten. Just from a first glance he can tell it’s bad, but as he doens’t know how it got injured he can’t tell for sure if the sickness if caused by that or something else. “It’s hurt. Where?” 

He hopes that Blue knows, otherwise he can’t do much to help then to take the kitten with him to a vet. 

[wildchildblue-blog]

He’s kept watch over a little kitten that wandered into his little forest and the poor thing is hurt. Blue knows how it is to get hurt, and its bad, but he always gets better. Hes not sure if the Kitty will get better though, and hes not sure how to fix it. It wont even eat today…

Blue made a bed for it out of a jacket he’d ‘found’ (AKA, taken) and watched it intently.

[seatofuckingsea]

He decided to come back to the forest where he ran into the strange boy the last time. He lightly rapt his knuckles against the bark of a tree to get Blue’s attention. Not wanting to get to close and spook him while the male is distracted by whatever it is he is looking at. He can’t quite tell from this angle. 

“Did something happen to your jacket?” 

[bello-omicidio-blog]

Luciano was getting situated at the first class section of the plane when he remembered his promise to Matt. Oops.

[Text]: I’m on the plane. 

[seatofuckingsea]

As he decided on chicken cacciatore, he had some time before he would have to start actually cooking it, but that didn’t stop him from getting all the ingredients for it together in the fridge. 

[Text]: Have a safe trip, my thoughts will be with you as you face the in flight movies and air plane food. 

[bello-omicidio-blog]

Matt was so hopeless Luciano couldn’t help but find him endearing. He was resisting the urge to chuckle as the man begin opening the little notebook. “Or you could buy a cappuccino maker.” He pointed out softly. 

[seatofuckingsea]

Matt glances up from his notebook, frowning slightly as he had thought of that, but didn’t think Luciano would drink it if it came from the machine. “If you’d drink it if it came from it then that would be fine, but I’d still like to learn how to make it without relying on the machine.” One couldn’t say that he wasn’t determined when he set his mind to it. 

[theheroalfredjones-deactivated2]

“You know, you’re not the first person to say that.” It was true. Absolutely true. Everyone expected Alfred to always be the one to smile. Which was why he put himself, forcibly, into the ‘idiot’ role. He knew the Nations all thought he was stupid, and that he really didn’t give any knowledge or insight to the World Meetings. But really, Alfred was brilliant and had so much to offer. But when the world seemed to crumble around their feet, he was always the one expected to be the ball of sunshine. The hero. He had to play the part, even when he felt like he was crumbling inside himself.

“I’m a lot more complicated than any of the others think. They think they all know me. But there’s a lot they don’t know about me at all.” Like how America was absolutely huge into architectural structure. Astronomy was his favorite subject in the world and he could name all the stars and constellations. He owned a horse ranch in Texas. He spoke several languages. He snapped out of it, snorting as he heard the other’s attempted advice about England, shaking his head.

“I don’t need to go slow at all, dude. He’s the one going incredibly slow. And not because he wants to, trust me. I think it’s because he’s scared he’s going to hurt me if we actually end up, you know, a thing.” He sighed, rubbing at his temples. Love was confusing. Besides, wouldn’t he know himself best? “He knows I’m in love with him. I’m not really the type to keep my feelings a secret, I’m sure you could guess.”

He did have to laugh as the other mentioned what he did, and made that face. “Sorry, I won’t talk about it. I guess it just surprises me. I mean, my Mattie…I know for a fact he’s slept with Francis. You’re telling me you’ve never…?” He laughed again. This was so different to him. Very interesting. He nodded, giving a small smile. “Sure, I like couches and stuff a lot more.”

[seatofuckingsea]

“And I will probably not be the last. “ It was tough to be in a world like that when all your colleagues expected you to be a certain way and when you weren’t they acted as if there was something wrong.  No one could be happy all the time, could they? Well Matt knew that he couldn’t anyway. Him being happy, more like the world is about to end duck for cover!

“Sort of like how certain nations can see things others can’t, but people tend to label them crazy.” He felt bad for them, he could see what they could, but he never advertised it. He does stare at Alfred when he’s given the explanation. “Nah, you don’t seem like you’d keep it to yourself, not unless maybe it was something that you really did’t want them to know you liked them.” But in this case he could safely say that Alfred didn’t hide his feelings about Arthur from what he has seen so far. 

At the mention of sleeping with Matt’s version of France his face blanches and he’s putting his hands up as if to fend off the mental image. “Are you trying to get me to hurl?” He looks a tinge green as he would not sleep with France, the history they had made him more likely to try chucking him out the bedroom window then sleep with him. However in a way he’s always wanted his approval, maybe he’d get it one day. “ I uh... I might have thought about our England like that, but... It just felt a bit weird.” He didn’t know how to explain it, but in the end while he cared for him he didn’t want to do anything. 

Right to the living room then, off he goes not really wanting Alfred to see that Matt’s face is starting to turn red. “Have you slept with Francis?” He wants to slap himself for even letting the question sleep out, but it’s out there now. No taking it back. 

[bello-omicidio-blog]

[Text]: Perfect. I’ll text you when I get on the plane. 

[seatofuckingsea]

[Text]: Alright. Have a safe trip.

And thus he waits for the text, while getting everything ready and prepping what has to be prepped so he’s good to go for when he needs to start.

[bello-omicidio-blog]

Luciano was busy buying airplane tickets. 

[Text]: Italian would be nice.

[seatofuckingsea]

Matt was now busy looking for something Italian that he could actually manage to make. 

[Text]: Alright, I’ll make sure that I have something ready by the time you get here. 

[bello-omicidio-blog]

[Text]: You do that

Along with a flirty emoticon.

[seatofuckingsea]

[Text]: Oh I will. 

Huffs, softly and shakes his head. 

[Text]: Anything you’d like to eat for when you get here?