Post by Croatia on Nov 30, 2010 15:44:15 GMT -6
Portugal: -Stumbles out of a bar, knocking back a bottle of sangría; glances around her warily, then walks across the street and down the sidewalk- Idiota Inglaterra.... H-He deserted me.... -Knocks back another gulp, swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing- Forget him... I've got someone better........ -Takes another swig and stumbles along in a strange manic, but somehow graceful way, and knocks on the door to Antonio's house, pursing her lips for a moment before leaning on the doorframe for support-
Spain: -Is casually sitting down in the comfort of his own home; his guitar being played as he softly hums along to the music. Just as his song comes to an end, he hears the knocking at his door; sets his guitar down to the side against the arm of the chair he was sitting in and walks over to the door- I wonder who it would be at this time...~ -Smiles regardless of his thoughs and opens the door, slightly shocked to see Catarina standing against his doorframe- Hermana? What are you doing at this time of night? Shouldn't you be ho-... -Notices the smell of alcohol and sighs-
Portugal: Não, irmão~ I'm usually out, at this time, though I started early today. Can I come in? -Holds up the half empty bottle, then hands it to him- I brought sangría for you! -Gives a sleepy smile, eyes half closed, and leans nonchalantly in his doorway-
Spain: -Takes the bottle and looks down at it, nervously smiles before sighing- You shouldn't be drinking so early... or drinking anything you bring me... -Sets the bottle down on the floor at the other side of the door- I guess you can come in if you want... just try not to fall over si?~ -Holds a hand out for her and sighs again-
Portugal: -Grabs his hand, giggling- I won't fall over, irmão! -Mood changes as she enters- You don't seem like yourself..... Normally you're like, 'Hermana! You said you weren't coming back last time, but you're here!' or something. -Pouts- And the sangría is good, though strong, so maybe it's good I drink some! -Looks down, going to flop in a chair- And I only drink early when I need to.
Spain: A-ah... si~ I would normally be like that but you seem worse than you were last time... and if you were out on your own and something happened... especially if Inglaterra found out... and then... -Sighs and shakes his head- But never mind, you stay here while I get you something to drink... that's not alcohol... you know you'll be feeling bad tomorrow, si? -Folds his arms and stares at her-
Portugal: -Purses her lips, swaying slightly- I'm worse than usual, sim, and I'll be feeling horrible tomorrow, sim, but it's worth how good I feel right now! I was worse before, y'know. -Leans forward to rest her forehead on his stomach- Inglaterra...... Irmão, Inglaterra wouldn't care if something happened. -Looks up at him, now resting her chin on his stomach-
Spain: -Cups her cheek and gently pushes her back against the seat- Of course Inglaterra would care about you, you've been best friends for how long now? -Slightly frowns, walks off into the kitchen and grabs her a glass of water, returns with it and a chair from the dining table, offers the glass to Catrina and sits down on the chair facing her- I don't really think you should be drinking so much though... what happened to make you drink so much?
Portugal: -Looks up at him like a small child, pulling her legs to her chest so she's in a little ball- Since..... Mama Iberia introduced us to Hibernia and Inglaterra, when we were young, and said that I should trade with him. -Eyes glitter at the thought, then dull- But now he won't. -Looks back up at him, biting her lower lip and shakily taking the water, sipping it- Drinking so much makes pain go away. Inglaterra's engaged, Irmão. Engaged to someone else, mi sonbrinha, tu hija, Argentina. Not me. Even though I wanted him to! -Last sentence breaks almost into a wail, but she drowns out the sound by taking a gulp of water-
Spain: ...-Slightly shocked first at the mention of England being engaged at first, then at the mention of Argentina; stares blankly at Catarina for a moment before blinking- I-Inglaterra... and Argentina? You're joking right? -Puts on a fake smile and nearvously laughs- W-well... that obviously won't happen~ You know that I won't let Argentina be together with... the likes of him... But, you really shouldn't get so worked over it~ -Shifts off the chair and kneels down beside Catarina, smiles and ruffles her hair; akwardly opens his arms out for a hug- You'll be fine, right? You've just had too much to drink...
Portugal: I wish I was joking, Irmão. -Glumly, polishing off the glass of water- They're engaged, they've moved in together, she's celebrating Natal with him and his family, and they're planning the wedding. -Leans into him, resting her cheek against his chest and curling up against him- We both know they won't listen to you, Irmão. She won't let go of him, like I wouldn't if I had the chance, and he seems attached to her. -Turns and presses her face into the collar of his shirt- It's why I had too much to drink..... -Lifts her head- Speaking of, Irmão, if you won't drink the sangría, I want to.
Spain: Well... let's just hope that this is just for political reasons then, si? Try not to think about it for now... it's just going to make you feel worse... -Sighs and holds her close, slowly starts playing with her hair and smiles- Besides, if it was all just for politics or something then we know that you're still close with him, si hermana?~ And no more drinking for you, if you continue to drink then you'll get even worse than you are now... your health will be pretty bad if you drink anything else... Just relax for now and things will be over soon...~
Portugal: Po-li-ti-cal....... -Drags the word out, pursing her lips like she doesn't like the taste of the word- I don't know, Irmão..... -Mouth turns upwards slightly as he plays with her hair, and she buries her face in the collar of his shirt again- F-Fine, Irmão, but just because you asked. I wanted more because it makes me feel better, not worse..... -Glances up at him, relaxing slightly-
Spain: Just believe me hermana... if you continue to drink then you'll feel even worse, especially later on or in the morning tomorrow~ -Continues to play with her hair, smiles and gently squeezes her; looks down at her and releases the hug- But for now, relax and clear your thoughts okay? I'll let you watch tv... or you can do something else instead if you want, I have work to do... but I'll be there if you need me, okay?
Portugal: F-Fine, Irmão...... -Lays limply against him for the moment, then looks up at him, thoughts wandering-..........-She wondered if she could touch his nose with hers from here; eyes widen as she grasps what he say, expression turning into that of an abandoned child- Can I stay with you? I won't get in your way, I promise....
Spain: Hermana... you're in no condition to be sitting around with me while I work... you should lie down and be in a quiet room... you can stay in my room if you need to, but I have to work... -Pats her head gently and smiles- Don't worry, I'll still be close, plus you'll find it boring~ Now listen to you hermano, si?~
Portugal: -Pouts, leaning up to touch the tip of his nose with hers, arms wrapping around him- What work are you doing? Like paperwork? -She grimaced, sticking her tongue out- And a quiet room is more boring, even though your room is comfy...... -Shaky sigh- B-But.... If Irmão doesn't w-want me.....
Spain: -Blinks; staring at her, wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into another hug- ...It's not that I don't want you hermana... you know this work is important and it needs to be done. -Tries looking at her seriously, only now caving in- But seeing as you're in no condition to be on your own...
Portugal: -Sticks her tongue out again- I don't like that kind of work. I miss real work. -Snuggles against him, lowering her head to rest it on his shoulder- Irmão shouldn't leave his hermana when she can't fend for herself! Menor hermana..... She does not want to be alone.....
TBC!
Spain: -Is casually sitting down in the comfort of his own home; his guitar being played as he softly hums along to the music. Just as his song comes to an end, he hears the knocking at his door; sets his guitar down to the side against the arm of the chair he was sitting in and walks over to the door- I wonder who it would be at this time...~ -Smiles regardless of his thoughs and opens the door, slightly shocked to see Catarina standing against his doorframe- Hermana? What are you doing at this time of night? Shouldn't you be ho-... -Notices the smell of alcohol and sighs-
Portugal: Não, irmão~ I'm usually out, at this time, though I started early today. Can I come in? -Holds up the half empty bottle, then hands it to him- I brought sangría for you! -Gives a sleepy smile, eyes half closed, and leans nonchalantly in his doorway-
Spain: -Takes the bottle and looks down at it, nervously smiles before sighing- You shouldn't be drinking so early... or drinking anything you bring me... -Sets the bottle down on the floor at the other side of the door- I guess you can come in if you want... just try not to fall over si?~ -Holds a hand out for her and sighs again-
Portugal: -Grabs his hand, giggling- I won't fall over, irmão! -Mood changes as she enters- You don't seem like yourself..... Normally you're like, 'Hermana! You said you weren't coming back last time, but you're here!' or something. -Pouts- And the sangría is good, though strong, so maybe it's good I drink some! -Looks down, going to flop in a chair- And I only drink early when I need to.
Spain: A-ah... si~ I would normally be like that but you seem worse than you were last time... and if you were out on your own and something happened... especially if Inglaterra found out... and then... -Sighs and shakes his head- But never mind, you stay here while I get you something to drink... that's not alcohol... you know you'll be feeling bad tomorrow, si? -Folds his arms and stares at her-
Portugal: -Purses her lips, swaying slightly- I'm worse than usual, sim, and I'll be feeling horrible tomorrow, sim, but it's worth how good I feel right now! I was worse before, y'know. -Leans forward to rest her forehead on his stomach- Inglaterra...... Irmão, Inglaterra wouldn't care if something happened. -Looks up at him, now resting her chin on his stomach-
Spain: -Cups her cheek and gently pushes her back against the seat- Of course Inglaterra would care about you, you've been best friends for how long now? -Slightly frowns, walks off into the kitchen and grabs her a glass of water, returns with it and a chair from the dining table, offers the glass to Catrina and sits down on the chair facing her- I don't really think you should be drinking so much though... what happened to make you drink so much?
Portugal: -Looks up at him like a small child, pulling her legs to her chest so she's in a little ball- Since..... Mama Iberia introduced us to Hibernia and Inglaterra, when we were young, and said that I should trade with him. -Eyes glitter at the thought, then dull- But now he won't. -Looks back up at him, biting her lower lip and shakily taking the water, sipping it- Drinking so much makes pain go away. Inglaterra's engaged, Irmão. Engaged to someone else, mi sonbrinha, tu hija, Argentina. Not me. Even though I wanted him to! -Last sentence breaks almost into a wail, but she drowns out the sound by taking a gulp of water-
Spain: ...-Slightly shocked first at the mention of England being engaged at first, then at the mention of Argentina; stares blankly at Catarina for a moment before blinking- I-Inglaterra... and Argentina? You're joking right? -Puts on a fake smile and nearvously laughs- W-well... that obviously won't happen~ You know that I won't let Argentina be together with... the likes of him... But, you really shouldn't get so worked over it~ -Shifts off the chair and kneels down beside Catarina, smiles and ruffles her hair; akwardly opens his arms out for a hug- You'll be fine, right? You've just had too much to drink...
Portugal: I wish I was joking, Irmão. -Glumly, polishing off the glass of water- They're engaged, they've moved in together, she's celebrating Natal with him and his family, and they're planning the wedding. -Leans into him, resting her cheek against his chest and curling up against him- We both know they won't listen to you, Irmão. She won't let go of him, like I wouldn't if I had the chance, and he seems attached to her. -Turns and presses her face into the collar of his shirt- It's why I had too much to drink..... -Lifts her head- Speaking of, Irmão, if you won't drink the sangría, I want to.
Spain: Well... let's just hope that this is just for political reasons then, si? Try not to think about it for now... it's just going to make you feel worse... -Sighs and holds her close, slowly starts playing with her hair and smiles- Besides, if it was all just for politics or something then we know that you're still close with him, si hermana?~ And no more drinking for you, if you continue to drink then you'll get even worse than you are now... your health will be pretty bad if you drink anything else... Just relax for now and things will be over soon...~
Portugal: Po-li-ti-cal....... -Drags the word out, pursing her lips like she doesn't like the taste of the word- I don't know, Irmão..... -Mouth turns upwards slightly as he plays with her hair, and she buries her face in the collar of his shirt again- F-Fine, Irmão, but just because you asked. I wanted more because it makes me feel better, not worse..... -Glances up at him, relaxing slightly-
Spain: Just believe me hermana... if you continue to drink then you'll feel even worse, especially later on or in the morning tomorrow~ -Continues to play with her hair, smiles and gently squeezes her; looks down at her and releases the hug- But for now, relax and clear your thoughts okay? I'll let you watch tv... or you can do something else instead if you want, I have work to do... but I'll be there if you need me, okay?
Portugal: F-Fine, Irmão...... -Lays limply against him for the moment, then looks up at him, thoughts wandering-..........-She wondered if she could touch his nose with hers from here; eyes widen as she grasps what he say, expression turning into that of an abandoned child- Can I stay with you? I won't get in your way, I promise....
Spain: Hermana... you're in no condition to be sitting around with me while I work... you should lie down and be in a quiet room... you can stay in my room if you need to, but I have to work... -Pats her head gently and smiles- Don't worry, I'll still be close, plus you'll find it boring~ Now listen to you hermano, si?~
Portugal: -Pouts, leaning up to touch the tip of his nose with hers, arms wrapping around him- What work are you doing? Like paperwork? -She grimaced, sticking her tongue out- And a quiet room is more boring, even though your room is comfy...... -Shaky sigh- B-But.... If Irmão doesn't w-want me.....
Spain: -Blinks; staring at her, wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into another hug- ...It's not that I don't want you hermana... you know this work is important and it needs to be done. -Tries looking at her seriously, only now caving in- But seeing as you're in no condition to be on your own...
Portugal: -Sticks her tongue out again- I don't like that kind of work. I miss real work. -Snuggles against him, lowering her head to rest it on his shoulder- Irmão shouldn't leave his hermana when she can't fend for herself! Menor hermana..... She does not want to be alone.....
TBC!