Post by Ecuador on Dec 1, 2010 16:33:14 GMT -6
Walking down the street radiating awesome and ego, Chile looked around with his chin held up high. It's a sunny afternoon with much potential for something fun to do, yet somehow he couldn't find /anything/ to do. He had skipped training again, of course, and had left his paperwork undone back at home. He reasons that those things are not supposed to be done on a bright, sunny day such as this. But... what else /could/ be done on a day like this?
Ecuador, himself, had everything finished, and training completed, bright and early in the morning, so that by this time of the afternoon, he was prepared to do whatever he liked. About now, though, he was avoiding people, taking the back alleys, pressed against the walls and shadows. He really didn't want the attention today, since the other night had been spent with nightmares waking him. When he noticed his common friend, Chile, he didn't want the other to see him like this, so Nickie tried the stupid thing. He tried to walk right by him.
He may seem stupid, and look stupid, and act stupid. But he really isn't. So when Nicolas had tried to walk past him, he immediately noticed. How could he not notice? He knows that face anywhere, even if he puts heavy makeup on it or something. Turning around and extending his arm, Chile yanked the other back gently by his collar so that he was facing him, raising an eyebrow as he looked straight at the other. "Joaquin? Trying to avoid me, or something?" He could sense something was wrong. Of course he could. He had known the other for a long time now, enough to sense that he wasn't... exactly his real self.
Nicolas flushed, and looked down, slightly fighting the other. "No.....I was.....I was going to find something." A mild lie. He'd actually wanted to try taking his fathers advice, find a place to buy a dress, let his hair down, and see if....see if his best friend might....try to become MORE than a best friend. Like Nicolas wanted. Smiling at the other, nervously, Nickie gently set a hand on the other's shoulder, "I'm fine, honestly." Not to mention, he really didn't want Chile to see the dark circles under his eyes.
"......." Staring down at the other with his one eyebrow still raised, he wasn't exactly convinced. He could sense whether the other is acting weirdly, and he certainly is. "What're you looking for, then? I'll help you find it. I'm bored, and I don't have anything to do." Well, whatever it is, he was going to find out what it was. He always did. In his mind, at least. "Okay, which way are you--" He stopped mid-sentence as he finally looked at his friend's face closely. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, he lifted the other's chin to look closely at him, his face too close for comfort. "....Hey, have you been sleeping right..?" His voice held a genuinely worried tone to it, way too rare for someone like him.
Nicolas' eyes widened, "Don't....I'll be f-" He had to stop as the other's face came so close to his. His eyes were trained on Chile's, and he couldn't speak, couldn't move. When he asked if he'd been sleeping right, all the younger could push out was a, "I'm...fine..." It was breathy though, and his gaze on Chile was shy, nervous. He did love the other after all. "How about...I meet you later? At the cafe?" He'd have time to get the dress, and he'd pretend to run into the other as a woman....maybe it would work?
"......" He couldn't help but be worried. He'd never say it out loud for he isn't the type who's openly saying things he really thought, but he did think of the other as his most important friend. And it was only natural to worry /this/ much, right? ".....Fine, I'll believe you, for now... But if you end up sick, I'm not going to take care of you." This he said with a bright, joking grin, pulling away before ruffling the other's hair. Of course he didn't mean that- he'll be first on the scene when he hears about him being sick. Just watch. "I'll wait at the cafe, then. Go home and get rest, I'll meet you there at 2." Giving the other a wink, he turned his back to face the opposite direction and slooowly walked to the cafe. He figured that if he was slow enough, he'd get there on time /and/ possibly entertain himself along the way. Oh well.
And so Nicolas hurried. Buying the dress, and then putting on some light makeup, letting his hair down, Nickie took a slow breat, then looked in the mirror. He looked like most women on the streets, although a bit more......well, there was something different. Moving towards the Cafe, since it was 1:30, he noticed that the other was taking his time. Grinning slightly, he moved towards Chile, and then 'accidentally' ran his shoulder into the other's, making sure he, himself, fell backwards with a small, effeminated cry of distress.
Yawning lightly and glancing at his watch, he saw that he had thirty more minutes to spend... walking aimlessly before he had to go meet Nicolas again. And so he was trudging along quite awesomely, when someone had bumped into him. Who dared bump against his awesomeness? Looking back to see the culprit, he blinked for a moment. A woman. And not just any woman, a beautiful woman. In full gentleman alert mode now, he offered a hand to her as he bowed slightly. "Lo siento, señorita. Are you possibly hurt anywhere?" This he asked with a pleasant, but mildly flirty, smile on his face. Maaaaybe this was his lucky day.
Nicolas gave him a coy smile, tucking a bit of black hair back, speaking softly, "Mm....Yo no se. I do believe I am fine...but...you..." He let a flush cross his face, looking up at his friend from under long, dark lashes. He hoped the other would flirt a little more, maybe be a bit forwards, "How lucky I am, to be graced with your presence." Play to his ego. it would work.
Yes, he liked this woman. He took her hand and mildly kissed it, letting his lips run over the back of her hand for a moment before pulling away to look straight into her eyes. "No, how lucky /I/ am to be graced by /your/ presence. Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are simply captivating?" He had time. He had twenty-five minutes, as he estimated in his head. He definitely had time.
The feeling of his lips on his hand had him flushed, "..." Oh my....."Thank you, sir. That is quite kind of you." His smile fluttered onto his face, "You....You are quite sweet, and....rather good looking." Moving a bit closer, Nicolas pressed a kiss to the other's cheek.
Yes, feeding his ego definitely works. "My, señorita, your lips are positively alluring to my rough cheek." No, his cheeks weren't rough at all. "If you have the time, would you mind grabbing a drink with me? I would have to meet a friend of mine in a few, but I can /always/ make time for /you/." Giving her a playful wink, he stretched out his hand towards her for her to take, STILL blissfully unaware that he's the friend he's about to meet.
Nicolas blushed softly, "I....would like that, sir. However, I do not drink alcohol, so if you wouldn't mind some tea or some such?" 'She' smiled coyly again, taking the other's hand, and making it so his arm wrapped around the others, "And surely...your friend would not mind waiting?"
"Of course not, anything the lady wants." Leading her to the very cafe where he was supposed to meet Nicolas, he pulled up a chair for her, waiting for her to sit before he himself sat down. "Perhaps... you wouldn't mind if my friend came in suddenly and joined us?" This he said as he looked around. Oh god, he knew Nicolas wasn't going to like this. But he hoped the other wouldn't mind if he arrives. He still cared about keeping his promise to meet the other, after all.
'She' frowned slightly, canting his head to the side, "Sir....I must ask. You seem quite fond of your friend. What does he mean to you?" Nickie took care to keep his tone in the effeminate, trying to keep the desperate look out of his eyes. Maybe...to this strange woman, Chile would say more than he ever would to Nickie's face. Maybe it was selfish...but...
"Hmmm? Ah..." Chile took his seat from across her, blinking slightly. "Well, to be quite honest, señorita..." He looked around and made sure that he wasn't anywhere in that cafe yet, before he continued to speak in a low voice. "....He's... a very important person to me, you see. But of course, men like us don't say that to each other's faces, no?" He wasn't going to elaborate unless asked. Just by saying that, he feared that he had already said too much... but there was something about this woman that seemed to make him more comfortable to talk about what he really feels.
Nicolas smiled, sympathetically, "What sort of important, señor~?" He asked, giggling, "You and I can trust eachother to hold in confidence, I swear it." Nicolas leaned close and brushed his lips against the other's again.
Normally, he would have returned the kiss as he was flirting, but he really, really, /really/ didn't like her question. What /could/ he say to her? Besides, he kept telling himself that he had just met her. He couldn't really tell her anything... directly. "Ah... very, very, /very/ important." He said in a low voice, flushing slightly though unnoticeable against his dark skin. Maybe she would get the implication. Women are supposed to be good at that, right?
So he did? Nicolas' eyes watered, and his face turned red. Stuttering, and forgetting the voice for a moment, Nicolas whispered, "I need to go.....I will.....see you around, perhaps." Stumbling over the chair, Nicolas fell, slowly scrambling back to his feet, trying to get away.
Eyes widening, he stood up from his chair and hurriedly went to her to help her up. He wouldn't say he was happy of her reaction, but he was more... relieved that she got what he meant. "Ah... are you alright, señorita?" He couldn't even look at her now. He now /knew/ he had said too much.
"I...." His voice was his own now, and he turned his head away, "I remembered an appointment I have to keep. I am sorry." He tried not to let his eyes meet Chile's, and leaned in, giving the other one final ,passionate kiss before turning and starting to run off.
"..." He didn't even try to chase her, or anything. Normally, he would, but he didn't. Instead, he watched her go and disappear as he went back to his seat, groaning and burying his face in his arms, refusing to look at anyone or to even look around to see if he was being looked at. This is /one/ time he did /not/ like attention. How could he face Nicolas, now? ....Come to think of it, the voice of that woman... No, it couldn't be.
Nickie changed, and wiped off the makeup quickly, but in his rush, he forgot his hair, which hung around his shoulders...in the same style. Running to the cafe, he smiled shyly at his friend, "Hola, amigo. Sorry I am late. I over slept."
Looking up quickly, he straightened himself up and tried to appear like everything was normal... except he couldn't quite look at the other yet. "H-hola, Joaquin. Did you have a good night's rest?" Out of impulse, he strolled over and pulled the chair out for the other. Suddenly realizing what he had done, he pulled his hand away from the chair as if it had a disease and just... stood there stupidly. Thank god for his dark skin, or his face would be incredibly red right now. "S-Sorry, th-that was... I mean... j-just sit down." It was rare for him in such a flustered state. Luckily for you, Nicolas, he's too flustered to notice the hair right now.
Nicolas watched him pull the chair out, and for a split second, his heart soared. Then that hand yanked away, and the other looked...terrified, "Alright." He sat down, slowly, crossing his ankles, "I slept well, gracias."
"Th-that's... that's good..." He sat back down on his own chair from across the other, though he didn't really look at him. The first time he didn't have anything to say. In front of his best friend. Who he always had something to talk about with. Meeting that woman was bad luck, it seems. "Did you... I mean... I... What do you want to order, or something?" Yeah, he really didn't have much to say. Though... there was something a bit off with Nicolas. Glancing at the other at the corner of his eye, he noticed the hair. It seems he's seen it somewhere--- NO. Nooooooo. It can't be. And it really couldn't- he couldn't have changed and then come here that fast. Or could he...? Nooooo. He refused to believe it. And thus didn't say anything.
Nicolas looked down, and away, "Just some tea. That's about it." Toying with a bit of his long hair, he looked up from under his lashes at the other, humming softly, "So....."
"That's..." This time, he dared look at him more closely, though not exactly meeting his eyes yet. For the first time in his life, he couldn't meet the other's eyes. "....Your hair.... You... don't normally wear it in that style..." He had his suspicions. But... there really wasn't anything resembling the two of them except the hairstyle. Oh please... It couldn't have been him, could it...? Then that would mean that he basically /just/ confessed if it /was/ him!
He flushed softly, "N-no, not normally. I must have...forgotten when I woke." That didn't sound convincing....at all. As it was though, He was still happy that he knew....that Chile did....
And without thinking, Chile said, "...B-but that woman... that... that wasn't you, was it...?" Immediately slapping his hand to his mouth when he realized it though, he quickly added, "I- I mean, there was a woman here earlier, she resembled you, and... and..." Well, he couldn't tell him the /rest/ of that meeting.
Nicolas turned red, and stuttered, "N-n-n-no....I....Um..." FUCK. Fuckfuckfuck. "I am not.....a.....woman...." AGAIN, NOOOOT so convincing, Nickie. He stood, "Maybe.....amigo....I should go..."
Without really thinking, he grabbed the other's wrist and held to it as if he was clinging for dear life. "N-no, i-it's fine! I-It's my fault, I s-shouldn't have suspected you like that... S-sorry, j-just... don't go..." He looked off to the side, hoping that he didn't sound too... desperate. Or needy.
Looking at him with those baby blues, tears pricked the corner of his eyes, "....It's okay....I....don't really want to go. I've said my piece several times, amigo.....I...am grateful for any moment I spend with you."
He sighed in relief, letting go of the other's wrist. "...Yeah, as... as I am..." Maybe if he tried to be more open, he would... nah, that was too weird. It was weird for him to be open about his feelings. "S-sorry for my outburst." He still couldn't quite look at him in the eye, no.
Nicolas sighed, "It's okay...." And in a voice, inaudible, he murmured, "At least I know..." Looking to the other, he gave him a tired smile, "So you met a woman, amigo. That's nice."
"EH?" This he exclaimed so loudly, almost everyone in the cafe looked at them. "N-no! That was-- she... See, I don't even know her name! We just met on the way here, and-- B-besides, I-I don't really... I mean...!" He couldn't quite form a coherent sentence right now. But he knew he had to explain himself.
He smiled softly, tilting his head, "You know, it....you deserve to meet someone. I'm sure...you'd....." He took a slow breath, "Did you not like her?"
"Th-that's not... See, I-I don't like her in /that/ way... she was nice, but.." He was mentally kicking and beating himself at this point. "I... love someone else...." This he said in an almost inaudible voice. It was /hard/, considering the person he was referring to was right.there.
His heart raced, "You do, huh? She must be pretty, to capture your heart." His eyes cast down, and as the tea came, he took it, and drank slowly.
Heaving a relieved sigh, he muttered to himself (or so he thought) "...'she'... riiiight." He then decided to play along now. "....I guess. But see, I've known 'her' for a long time now." Maaaybe he could just gradually confess. Or let him guess it. Either way.
Ecuador blinked, surprised at the obvious emphasis at the word, she. "....You emphasize the word strangely, amigo. 'She...' You say that as if 'She' is only a word you use because it is as I used it. I just figured, amigo...since...."
Oh shit. OHSHIT. "Uhh... Uhh.... M-my Spanish is different... See, we put emphasis in weird parts of the sentence..." He tried lamely, knowing he was caught. Oh well, it was for the better... maybe.
Nickie smiled slightly, "We grew up with the same spanish....but if you say so. It is something you do not wish pushed...isn't it?" Maybe he'd just read his best friend wrong. Maybe friend was all it was.
RIGHT. He forgot about that part. Crap. "N-no, it's... it's fine. I... just have a hard time admitting it, I guess." Admitting that he was actually bi, and not straight as he wants people to believe, yes. But see, I... I actually..." NO, he couldn't say it. He never thought confessing was THIS hard.
He blinked, and murmured softly, "Do you.........Amigo....Is it me?" He asked softly, eyes watering, "Are you trying to say....me?" Nicolas sounded like he was holding his breath, just staring at the other.
"..." Well.... he really couldn't say no to that, could he? Because it was true, and he didn't lie... most of the time. But he wasn't lying. The answer to that question was yes. But... he was too flustered to speak right now, so he looked off to the side and slowly nodded, again, thankful that his skin was dark enough to hide the otherwise very noticeable blush.
Nicolas hand clapped over his mouth, blushing, "....." He didn't know what to say, just staring at the other, "After all the....the denial...after all the times you told me......no....that you didn't....You...Do?" He asked, breathily, "I...I like you too....."
"Y-yeah, th-that's because... that's because I thought y-you... I mean, I did kind of see it, but I didn't want to assume, so... B-but the point is-- Agh, dammit, screw this, I'm not good with words unless I'm praising myself." Still a little bit wobbly from not believing that he had just confessed his love, he made his way to the other and leaned down to press his lips onto the his, nothing forceful, just sweet. "Te quiero, mi amor." He sighed in relief as he felt like a burden had finally been lifted from him.
He watched the other, as he tried to stutter out the words, so shy, so nervous. It was strange, and he'd never thought the other would.....would ever try anything more than just a little flirting. But he moved forwards and met that kiss with the sweetest response. "Te quiero." He murmured softly, moving to kiss the other again, just melting into the feeling."
Ecuador, himself, had everything finished, and training completed, bright and early in the morning, so that by this time of the afternoon, he was prepared to do whatever he liked. About now, though, he was avoiding people, taking the back alleys, pressed against the walls and shadows. He really didn't want the attention today, since the other night had been spent with nightmares waking him. When he noticed his common friend, Chile, he didn't want the other to see him like this, so Nickie tried the stupid thing. He tried to walk right by him.
He may seem stupid, and look stupid, and act stupid. But he really isn't. So when Nicolas had tried to walk past him, he immediately noticed. How could he not notice? He knows that face anywhere, even if he puts heavy makeup on it or something. Turning around and extending his arm, Chile yanked the other back gently by his collar so that he was facing him, raising an eyebrow as he looked straight at the other. "Joaquin? Trying to avoid me, or something?" He could sense something was wrong. Of course he could. He had known the other for a long time now, enough to sense that he wasn't... exactly his real self.
Nicolas flushed, and looked down, slightly fighting the other. "No.....I was.....I was going to find something." A mild lie. He'd actually wanted to try taking his fathers advice, find a place to buy a dress, let his hair down, and see if....see if his best friend might....try to become MORE than a best friend. Like Nicolas wanted. Smiling at the other, nervously, Nickie gently set a hand on the other's shoulder, "I'm fine, honestly." Not to mention, he really didn't want Chile to see the dark circles under his eyes.
"......." Staring down at the other with his one eyebrow still raised, he wasn't exactly convinced. He could sense whether the other is acting weirdly, and he certainly is. "What're you looking for, then? I'll help you find it. I'm bored, and I don't have anything to do." Well, whatever it is, he was going to find out what it was. He always did. In his mind, at least. "Okay, which way are you--" He stopped mid-sentence as he finally looked at his friend's face closely. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, he lifted the other's chin to look closely at him, his face too close for comfort. "....Hey, have you been sleeping right..?" His voice held a genuinely worried tone to it, way too rare for someone like him.
Nicolas' eyes widened, "Don't....I'll be f-" He had to stop as the other's face came so close to his. His eyes were trained on Chile's, and he couldn't speak, couldn't move. When he asked if he'd been sleeping right, all the younger could push out was a, "I'm...fine..." It was breathy though, and his gaze on Chile was shy, nervous. He did love the other after all. "How about...I meet you later? At the cafe?" He'd have time to get the dress, and he'd pretend to run into the other as a woman....maybe it would work?
"......" He couldn't help but be worried. He'd never say it out loud for he isn't the type who's openly saying things he really thought, but he did think of the other as his most important friend. And it was only natural to worry /this/ much, right? ".....Fine, I'll believe you, for now... But if you end up sick, I'm not going to take care of you." This he said with a bright, joking grin, pulling away before ruffling the other's hair. Of course he didn't mean that- he'll be first on the scene when he hears about him being sick. Just watch. "I'll wait at the cafe, then. Go home and get rest, I'll meet you there at 2." Giving the other a wink, he turned his back to face the opposite direction and slooowly walked to the cafe. He figured that if he was slow enough, he'd get there on time /and/ possibly entertain himself along the way. Oh well.
And so Nicolas hurried. Buying the dress, and then putting on some light makeup, letting his hair down, Nickie took a slow breat, then looked in the mirror. He looked like most women on the streets, although a bit more......well, there was something different. Moving towards the Cafe, since it was 1:30, he noticed that the other was taking his time. Grinning slightly, he moved towards Chile, and then 'accidentally' ran his shoulder into the other's, making sure he, himself, fell backwards with a small, effeminated cry of distress.
Yawning lightly and glancing at his watch, he saw that he had thirty more minutes to spend... walking aimlessly before he had to go meet Nicolas again. And so he was trudging along quite awesomely, when someone had bumped into him. Who dared bump against his awesomeness? Looking back to see the culprit, he blinked for a moment. A woman. And not just any woman, a beautiful woman. In full gentleman alert mode now, he offered a hand to her as he bowed slightly. "Lo siento, señorita. Are you possibly hurt anywhere?" This he asked with a pleasant, but mildly flirty, smile on his face. Maaaaybe this was his lucky day.
Nicolas gave him a coy smile, tucking a bit of black hair back, speaking softly, "Mm....Yo no se. I do believe I am fine...but...you..." He let a flush cross his face, looking up at his friend from under long, dark lashes. He hoped the other would flirt a little more, maybe be a bit forwards, "How lucky I am, to be graced with your presence." Play to his ego. it would work.
Yes, he liked this woman. He took her hand and mildly kissed it, letting his lips run over the back of her hand for a moment before pulling away to look straight into her eyes. "No, how lucky /I/ am to be graced by /your/ presence. Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are simply captivating?" He had time. He had twenty-five minutes, as he estimated in his head. He definitely had time.
The feeling of his lips on his hand had him flushed, "..." Oh my....."Thank you, sir. That is quite kind of you." His smile fluttered onto his face, "You....You are quite sweet, and....rather good looking." Moving a bit closer, Nicolas pressed a kiss to the other's cheek.
Yes, feeding his ego definitely works. "My, señorita, your lips are positively alluring to my rough cheek." No, his cheeks weren't rough at all. "If you have the time, would you mind grabbing a drink with me? I would have to meet a friend of mine in a few, but I can /always/ make time for /you/." Giving her a playful wink, he stretched out his hand towards her for her to take, STILL blissfully unaware that he's the friend he's about to meet.
Nicolas blushed softly, "I....would like that, sir. However, I do not drink alcohol, so if you wouldn't mind some tea or some such?" 'She' smiled coyly again, taking the other's hand, and making it so his arm wrapped around the others, "And surely...your friend would not mind waiting?"
"Of course not, anything the lady wants." Leading her to the very cafe where he was supposed to meet Nicolas, he pulled up a chair for her, waiting for her to sit before he himself sat down. "Perhaps... you wouldn't mind if my friend came in suddenly and joined us?" This he said as he looked around. Oh god, he knew Nicolas wasn't going to like this. But he hoped the other wouldn't mind if he arrives. He still cared about keeping his promise to meet the other, after all.
'She' frowned slightly, canting his head to the side, "Sir....I must ask. You seem quite fond of your friend. What does he mean to you?" Nickie took care to keep his tone in the effeminate, trying to keep the desperate look out of his eyes. Maybe...to this strange woman, Chile would say more than he ever would to Nickie's face. Maybe it was selfish...but...
"Hmmm? Ah..." Chile took his seat from across her, blinking slightly. "Well, to be quite honest, señorita..." He looked around and made sure that he wasn't anywhere in that cafe yet, before he continued to speak in a low voice. "....He's... a very important person to me, you see. But of course, men like us don't say that to each other's faces, no?" He wasn't going to elaborate unless asked. Just by saying that, he feared that he had already said too much... but there was something about this woman that seemed to make him more comfortable to talk about what he really feels.
Nicolas smiled, sympathetically, "What sort of important, señor~?" He asked, giggling, "You and I can trust eachother to hold in confidence, I swear it." Nicolas leaned close and brushed his lips against the other's again.
Normally, he would have returned the kiss as he was flirting, but he really, really, /really/ didn't like her question. What /could/ he say to her? Besides, he kept telling himself that he had just met her. He couldn't really tell her anything... directly. "Ah... very, very, /very/ important." He said in a low voice, flushing slightly though unnoticeable against his dark skin. Maybe she would get the implication. Women are supposed to be good at that, right?
So he did? Nicolas' eyes watered, and his face turned red. Stuttering, and forgetting the voice for a moment, Nicolas whispered, "I need to go.....I will.....see you around, perhaps." Stumbling over the chair, Nicolas fell, slowly scrambling back to his feet, trying to get away.
Eyes widening, he stood up from his chair and hurriedly went to her to help her up. He wouldn't say he was happy of her reaction, but he was more... relieved that she got what he meant. "Ah... are you alright, señorita?" He couldn't even look at her now. He now /knew/ he had said too much.
"I...." His voice was his own now, and he turned his head away, "I remembered an appointment I have to keep. I am sorry." He tried not to let his eyes meet Chile's, and leaned in, giving the other one final ,passionate kiss before turning and starting to run off.
"..." He didn't even try to chase her, or anything. Normally, he would, but he didn't. Instead, he watched her go and disappear as he went back to his seat, groaning and burying his face in his arms, refusing to look at anyone or to even look around to see if he was being looked at. This is /one/ time he did /not/ like attention. How could he face Nicolas, now? ....Come to think of it, the voice of that woman... No, it couldn't be.
Nickie changed, and wiped off the makeup quickly, but in his rush, he forgot his hair, which hung around his shoulders...in the same style. Running to the cafe, he smiled shyly at his friend, "Hola, amigo. Sorry I am late. I over slept."
Looking up quickly, he straightened himself up and tried to appear like everything was normal... except he couldn't quite look at the other yet. "H-hola, Joaquin. Did you have a good night's rest?" Out of impulse, he strolled over and pulled the chair out for the other. Suddenly realizing what he had done, he pulled his hand away from the chair as if it had a disease and just... stood there stupidly. Thank god for his dark skin, or his face would be incredibly red right now. "S-Sorry, th-that was... I mean... j-just sit down." It was rare for him in such a flustered state. Luckily for you, Nicolas, he's too flustered to notice the hair right now.
Nicolas watched him pull the chair out, and for a split second, his heart soared. Then that hand yanked away, and the other looked...terrified, "Alright." He sat down, slowly, crossing his ankles, "I slept well, gracias."
"Th-that's... that's good..." He sat back down on his own chair from across the other, though he didn't really look at him. The first time he didn't have anything to say. In front of his best friend. Who he always had something to talk about with. Meeting that woman was bad luck, it seems. "Did you... I mean... I... What do you want to order, or something?" Yeah, he really didn't have much to say. Though... there was something a bit off with Nicolas. Glancing at the other at the corner of his eye, he noticed the hair. It seems he's seen it somewhere--- NO. Nooooooo. It can't be. And it really couldn't- he couldn't have changed and then come here that fast. Or could he...? Nooooo. He refused to believe it. And thus didn't say anything.
Nicolas looked down, and away, "Just some tea. That's about it." Toying with a bit of his long hair, he looked up from under his lashes at the other, humming softly, "So....."
"That's..." This time, he dared look at him more closely, though not exactly meeting his eyes yet. For the first time in his life, he couldn't meet the other's eyes. "....Your hair.... You... don't normally wear it in that style..." He had his suspicions. But... there really wasn't anything resembling the two of them except the hairstyle. Oh please... It couldn't have been him, could it...? Then that would mean that he basically /just/ confessed if it /was/ him!
He flushed softly, "N-no, not normally. I must have...forgotten when I woke." That didn't sound convincing....at all. As it was though, He was still happy that he knew....that Chile did....
And without thinking, Chile said, "...B-but that woman... that... that wasn't you, was it...?" Immediately slapping his hand to his mouth when he realized it though, he quickly added, "I- I mean, there was a woman here earlier, she resembled you, and... and..." Well, he couldn't tell him the /rest/ of that meeting.
Nicolas turned red, and stuttered, "N-n-n-no....I....Um..." FUCK. Fuckfuckfuck. "I am not.....a.....woman...." AGAIN, NOOOOT so convincing, Nickie. He stood, "Maybe.....amigo....I should go..."
Without really thinking, he grabbed the other's wrist and held to it as if he was clinging for dear life. "N-no, i-it's fine! I-It's my fault, I s-shouldn't have suspected you like that... S-sorry, j-just... don't go..." He looked off to the side, hoping that he didn't sound too... desperate. Or needy.
Looking at him with those baby blues, tears pricked the corner of his eyes, "....It's okay....I....don't really want to go. I've said my piece several times, amigo.....I...am grateful for any moment I spend with you."
He sighed in relief, letting go of the other's wrist. "...Yeah, as... as I am..." Maybe if he tried to be more open, he would... nah, that was too weird. It was weird for him to be open about his feelings. "S-sorry for my outburst." He still couldn't quite look at him in the eye, no.
Nicolas sighed, "It's okay...." And in a voice, inaudible, he murmured, "At least I know..." Looking to the other, he gave him a tired smile, "So you met a woman, amigo. That's nice."
"EH?" This he exclaimed so loudly, almost everyone in the cafe looked at them. "N-no! That was-- she... See, I don't even know her name! We just met on the way here, and-- B-besides, I-I don't really... I mean...!" He couldn't quite form a coherent sentence right now. But he knew he had to explain himself.
He smiled softly, tilting his head, "You know, it....you deserve to meet someone. I'm sure...you'd....." He took a slow breath, "Did you not like her?"
"Th-that's not... See, I-I don't like her in /that/ way... she was nice, but.." He was mentally kicking and beating himself at this point. "I... love someone else...." This he said in an almost inaudible voice. It was /hard/, considering the person he was referring to was right.there.
His heart raced, "You do, huh? She must be pretty, to capture your heart." His eyes cast down, and as the tea came, he took it, and drank slowly.
Heaving a relieved sigh, he muttered to himself (or so he thought) "...'she'... riiiight." He then decided to play along now. "....I guess. But see, I've known 'her' for a long time now." Maaaybe he could just gradually confess. Or let him guess it. Either way.
Ecuador blinked, surprised at the obvious emphasis at the word, she. "....You emphasize the word strangely, amigo. 'She...' You say that as if 'She' is only a word you use because it is as I used it. I just figured, amigo...since...."
Oh shit. OHSHIT. "Uhh... Uhh.... M-my Spanish is different... See, we put emphasis in weird parts of the sentence..." He tried lamely, knowing he was caught. Oh well, it was for the better... maybe.
Nickie smiled slightly, "We grew up with the same spanish....but if you say so. It is something you do not wish pushed...isn't it?" Maybe he'd just read his best friend wrong. Maybe friend was all it was.
RIGHT. He forgot about that part. Crap. "N-no, it's... it's fine. I... just have a hard time admitting it, I guess." Admitting that he was actually bi, and not straight as he wants people to believe, yes. But see, I... I actually..." NO, he couldn't say it. He never thought confessing was THIS hard.
He blinked, and murmured softly, "Do you.........Amigo....Is it me?" He asked softly, eyes watering, "Are you trying to say....me?" Nicolas sounded like he was holding his breath, just staring at the other.
"..." Well.... he really couldn't say no to that, could he? Because it was true, and he didn't lie... most of the time. But he wasn't lying. The answer to that question was yes. But... he was too flustered to speak right now, so he looked off to the side and slowly nodded, again, thankful that his skin was dark enough to hide the otherwise very noticeable blush.
Nicolas hand clapped over his mouth, blushing, "....." He didn't know what to say, just staring at the other, "After all the....the denial...after all the times you told me......no....that you didn't....You...Do?" He asked, breathily, "I...I like you too....."
"Y-yeah, th-that's because... that's because I thought y-you... I mean, I did kind of see it, but I didn't want to assume, so... B-but the point is-- Agh, dammit, screw this, I'm not good with words unless I'm praising myself." Still a little bit wobbly from not believing that he had just confessed his love, he made his way to the other and leaned down to press his lips onto the his, nothing forceful, just sweet. "Te quiero, mi amor." He sighed in relief as he felt like a burden had finally been lifted from him.
He watched the other, as he tried to stutter out the words, so shy, so nervous. It was strange, and he'd never thought the other would.....would ever try anything more than just a little flirting. But he moved forwards and met that kiss with the sweetest response. "Te quiero." He murmured softly, moving to kiss the other again, just melting into the feeling."
