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Spain sat up on the bed, inhaling deeply, as if to make sure that he could get air into his lungs. His trembling hands ached with the burn of phantom ropes and an icy, wet chill shot through his entire body. 

The thunder rolled away, leaving behind the howl of the hurricane and the incessant beat of rain against the windows. Antonio sighed and ran his fingers through his completely dry hair, feeling like he needed to flip wet strands away from his face. Standing up and wrapping himself in a blanket burrito, he padded quietly down the corridor and took the elevator down, squinting his eyes against the light. 

Once in the hotel hall he wobbled towards the coffee machine and used his key to get a big glass of hot chocolate, yawning as it filled. Another bolt of lightning, followed by a thunderous roar, made him shiver. Grabbing his hot cup he shuffled into the lobby, following the inviting light of the fake fireplace, quietly waltzing in soft, warm waves through the darkness. It wasn’t until the rounded the sofa and was about to plop on it like a wet pancake that he realized that somebody was already there and he almost landed with his entire body on their lap. 

“Aaaaah! Sorry! I didn’t see you there.”

[hadzyuka]

@tsarnarozite 

The rapid exchange happens in a heartbeat. Not even giving the cashier lady and Konstantin a chance to even react or utter a sound. The last skein of Rowan Brushed Fleece Yarn in Fog is released from the Bulgarian’s hands, forced open when slender legs in white parallel stripes smoothly sweeps his sporty adidas shoes off the ground.

Like the talons of a falcon, the Belorussian’s fingers swiftly snatched the soft yarn, tightly gripping to secure its hold and slammed it onto the counter for purchase. SLAM!!! Loudly, his back loudly slams down onto the hard tiled floors and a surprised loud yelp echoes the ‘Slavic Craft Supply’ market along with the Belorussian’s shriek of triumph. Mother fucker–!! The check-out lady is stunned, terrified and just at loss of words. The tall, burly security guard comes in her place and shakes his head firmly. “We must ask you to leave, ma’am and sir, before we ban you from coming to this store in the future. Please leave the yarn here as well.”

Natallia’s triumphant expression fell at the security guard’s words. Any other time, in any other situation, she’d fight back against this. She let out a resigned sigh, her shoulders slumping as she put her Precious on the counter. So much for that...

“I’ll just order it online.” She muttered, shooting a glare back at Konstantin before slinking out of the Slavic Craft Supply. She shuffled over to her other Precious, a 2011 Lauge Jense Great Dane motorcycle, black and white in color. Natallia flopped down on the curb next to her bike and tugged out her cigarette case and her lighter to light up a smoke. “What a waste of fuckin’ time-”

[preussischekrahen]

Delivery (Closed AU)

@tsarnarozite There was a curious clatter as Gilbert’s taloned claws scrabbled to curl around the perch that had been provided for him. It could always be difficult getting used to a new delivery location. Wings pulled in against his back as he gave a brief glance out at the ocean. So many similar buildings were cropped up along the rocky shore, that one might have had trouble telling them apart. Fortunately this wasn’t the first shop he’d delivered to and he lightly rapped on the frame of the large window as he peered into the apothecary. “Delivery!” He called almost cheerfully, adjusting the straps of the mail bag that pulled across his chest. Hopefully the resident of this place had received his letter of the typical mail flight times. Though, occasionally it could be a few minutes off. It all depended on the strength and flight speed of the carrier assigned to your route. Gilbert liked to think he was one of the quickest.

[a-lion-roars]

❝ Because It’s There ❞

[A starter for @tsarnarozite!]

Now, England had had his fair share of holidays. His usual pick was Spain, someplace he could lounge on a Mediterranean beach and soak up the sun, curl up with a favourite book or two before visiting a dodgy chip shop. Bulgaria, though, he hadn’t visited for any extended period for—well, he couldn’t remember the last time, really.

The next world conference meeting was stationed in Sofia that week. In a rather spontaneous decision, he decided he wanted to save his energy beforehand, perhaps go sightseeing, take a few photos, relax in the lounge he had rented with the native nation representative himself. 

This, though, was not exactly what he had in mind. 

England leaned against the trunk of a tree, if only for a fleeting moment when Bulgaria neglected to look back at him, to catch his breath. It wasn’t even that he hadn’t had prior experience climbing mountains—and, indeed, the Rila Mountains weren’t the highest, nor the most treacherous, he had dared to venture—but the lack of sleep the night before and the pitifully small breakfast he consumed made for a sour combination.

He saw his guide turn and he immediately was back on his feet after him, up the steep incline to the peak. They had passed all sorts of waterfalls and beautiful sights that he had taken photos of on his smartphone and it wasn’t even as if he wasn’t enjoying that. 

Just the sheer effort involved. Perhaps he truly was getting on in years.

“Kos—” England caught himself as he caught up with him, “Bulgaria, didn’t you say there was—a, ahm, a monastery somewhere ‘round here?”

[hadzyuka]

@tsarnarozite

{ continued from here!! }

“You…do realize there’s only one bed, right?”

Konstantin stared at her, surprised. He was just about to just lounge on the hard wooden floors with the spare blanket and pillow he had asked from the motel. “It’s fine, Natallia. This is nothin.’ I’ve slept in worse places before. Besides, it’s only for one night until this storm is over.”

Natallia gave him a hard look, folding her arms rather defiantly. To be honest, she was surprising herself. Her stomach was secretly flip flopping at the prospect of sharing a bed with Konstantin, but she was doing a superb job of keeping that hidden. “I refuse to let you sleep on the wooden floor. We are sharing, and that is that. It will fuck up your back all kinds of ways!”

[napuleh]

"Good. You need it. When did you last sleep?" (tsarnarozite)

“If I knew the time, I would tell you.” Vincenzo pulls from his cigarette pensively. When he comes up with an answer, he cocks his head sideways at him and holds up a finger—

“I got locked out of my hotel room at three in the morning, and I had about thirty minutes of sleep before somebody shook me awake. They thought I was dead, actually. So, whatever time it is now, minus three AM, is how many hours ago I slept. Right?”

[amantebravo]

@tsarnarozite | FANTASY WORLD AU

Antonio was looking pretty downtrodden as he walked along the dirt road that led into the next town. He had been searching all day for any information on the person who stole his treasure chest from his home about a week ago but alas... no luck. Head hanging low, there’s no way he would notice what was about to happen... THWAP. He’s hit! Some sort of boulder has fallen on top of him!! The elf lets out a yell but manages to roll over, away from the... person?  “Woah!!! Where did you come from!? The sky?? Did something throw you?? Are you okay??” The poor individual from the sky gets barraged with questions. 

[kreuzzfeuer]

“Excuse me, I think you dropped something." (tsarnarozite)

"Hm?" Gillen heard someone behind him and turned aroubd. Indeed, he dropped his little notebook, which the other man was holding. "Oh, thank you!" he gladly took it. "I didn't even notice it falling out of my pocket."

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