Cantando Para Ti (Chile)

[Ecuador]

Slim fingers moved over nylon strings, the sound of chords, and riffs, playing out through the early morning air. He could swear there was nothing like a good guitar. Thanks to the fact that there was no one about, a deep tenor voice rang out with the chords in a soft latin rhythm. His tone was quiet and even, and he was almost practically ignoring the rest of the world around him. It wasn't often that Nicolas Joaquin Perez found himself alone enough to practice his music. The usually strict young Ecuadorian male found himself with a passion for it though…..because it was a way of expressing the things he, himself repressed.

And Nicolas really had to repress a lot. What with his work and his other commitments, he found himself often stretched thin. It worked for him, hiding behind the indifference that he'd created so long ago. He did his job, worked for his people and country, and did it well. He was usually quite liked by his brothers and sisters, and those who met him….but there was one person, just one, that Nicolas could't stand to be simply 'liked' by. Hence the reason he'd come out alone to just sing and play. He was good, he knew he was good, he just….didn't want to play in front of people. He may have been able to keep up a really good front, but the boy was shy, nervous, and didn't do well in front of crowds.

So when the first few early morning risers made their way into the park, the guitar was away, and he was just another bypassed, standing by the rail, scarf fluttering in a soft breeze. His black hair was loose this morning, from it's usual ponytail, the strands resting against his camouflage shirt. He was dressed as he always was, and most people never even gave him a second glance. He liked it that way. But when a little girl ran up to him and pulled on his shirt, he was hard-pressed to ignore her. "Sí, cariño? ¿Qué es?" (Yes honey? What is it?) He asked, smiling at her as kindly as he could, "¿Señor? No tocas la guitar?" (Sir, do you play the guitar?)Taking a slow breath, Nicolas sighed and nodded. The girl's smile….so cute….

"¿Te importaría tocar su música para mí, señor?" (Would you play your music for me, sir?) Nicolas' face reddened, and he looked away, slightly, but how could he say no, to such a little girl? Nodding, the male picked up his guitar, and started playing, only humming along this time around. He really didn't want any attention drawn to him, but when the little girl started humming along, it did draw attention. People started gathering around Ecuador, and clapping their hands. It really made him nervous. Where was Chile when he needed him….?

[Chile]

Traversing along the road with his chin held up high and his strides cocky and wide, Chile had gotten up especially early this morning to, according to his own words, 'make everyone's day by gracing them with my greatness so early in the morning.' He firmly believed that just by laying eyes on him, people would actually have a great morning and thus have a great day, too. Of course, that wasn't true, but the man could always have his delusions, right?

He decided to take a walk in the park this morning. Walk, mind you. He didn't do that jogging crap; he hated running and anything that was physically demanding. Of course, he could always compete and outrun any normal person as he was 'awesome that way', but he wasn't about to do anything physical if he had a choice. He would only really participate in anything physical when he had to. Training... well, he went to training sometimes. But that's only when he felt like 'the troops needed a little boost and thus I must demonstrate how to do things in all of my awesomeness.' Besides, he was 'too awesome for training', anyway.

In short, Chile was only really walking through the park to catch attention. Dressed in his usual, sloppily-thrown on military uniform, he confidently stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked along the park, enjoying the looks he was getting because of his, in his mind, 'attractive features' and 'noticeable charisma'. In reality, people were only really looking at him because he's all cocky and high-and-mighty and were getting a bit on the annoyed side, but he doesn't need to be told that.

Although, this morning was too nice to not notice, either. As he continued to aimlessly walk around the park, he began to notice the natural surroundings more. This morning, he thought, was... in a way, different from all the other mornings he had spent walking around the same park. The air was somewhat fresher, the breeze what somewhat cooler... In short, it seemed like such a perfect day, and he didn't think it was because of his presence for once. He genuinely thought it was... beautiful. Something about this morning was making it seem like it was going to be a perfect day, but he couldn't quite exactly pinpoint what it was.

Coming to a turn, he continued walking until he heard soft strums of a guitar being played somewhere in the park. Always fascinated with finding out where music is coming from (so he could dance or sing to it or something, just to do something with it that will be sure to draw attention and claps), he followed the source of the sound, coming to what appeared to be a small crowd gathered around the musician, clapping. The perfect setting. A musician with a song to dance to, plus a bonus crowd already watching. So this was why it was a perfect day.

Walking up confidently to where the crowd gathered around, he tried to peek to see who the musician was, and it wasn't hard at all considering he's fairly tall. Squeezing in to the front of the crowd, he smiled cockily at the musician and was about to start to dance... only to see that he was someone he knew.

Blinking rapidly in surprise, he tried to make sure he wasn't seeing things, and he indeed wasn't seeing things. Ecuador, his shy, withdrawn childhood friend who doesn't like performing in front of crowds, playing a guitar in front of one? What has this world come to?

"...It's nice to know you're coming out of your shell, amigo." Chile finally spoke after racking his mind for something to say for what seemed like minutes. Though, in all seriousness, he was happy for the other. At least he had learned to draw attention to himself, because really, there were so many things about him that are worth giving attention to. Though he wouldn't say this out loud.

[Ecuador]

He'd become so detached in his playing, loosing himself in the music, and singing a bit. His own military uniform was still crisp, despite his movements, and he danced a bit with the small child who'd originally asked m to play. Of course......when Chile came up near him and commented, Nicolas jumped about 5 feet in the air, staring at his friend, and long time crush. Looking down, his face was softly red, and as he gazed back up at his friend, and spoke, "....Amigo...I.....The child asked....a-and I couldn't.."

Pulling back, he tugged his guitar close to his chest, trying to disperse this crowd that had gathered about him. "...There is no more....Please leave." Looking at Chile, his eyes were calm and gathered as they usually were, "....What are you doing in the park at this hour, amigo?" Nicolas had to ask. It was a curiosity, to him at least. That, and honestly he loved when he could tell what was going on with the man he loved, and he did indeed love the other. Offering a hand, he asked, "Come train with me for the day? It could be quite fun."


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OOC: Sorry for short XD:

[Chile]

He raised an eyebrow as his friend jumped in surprise and told everyone to leave. Just when he thought he was coming out of his shell... Maybe he shouldn't have surprised him. After all, it was on rare occasions when he saw the other dance and sing and have fun, and he couldn't help but think he had just ruined that.

He blinked even more in surprise when it looked like Nickie was now just changing the subject. Oh well. He could let it slide just this once. Shrugging his shoulder, he grinned in his usual fashion and replied, "To grace everyone with my presence, of course. Everyone will have a pleasant morning if they're allowed to be graced with my awesome so early in the morning."

But his next sentence threw him off a bit. Training? Really? He knew how much he hated to train. "Really, amigo? You're asking me to train with you? No thanks, I'll pass. How about you skip training and hang out with me for the day, hmm?"

Without even giving the other a chance to answer, he grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the park, walking to... well, he didn't really know where to go, but it is quite pleasant to be spontaneous once in a while. And maybe, just maybe, it would be fun to get lost in South America with his best friend.

Sorry for the ultra late reply. xD;