Post by Amsterdam on Sept 29, 2011 11:32:36 GMT -6
RULE 1)
Tell the parents and guardians
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A grin spread across his face as he caught the smudge of chocolate waiting to be rescued. The sun was moderately warming the park, lightly obscured by the almost constant clouds of the week. The heat, as most English might call it and more Southern Nations giggle at, was enough to still slowly attack the double scoops both he and his somehow steady girlfriend of three years had. The girl had an ice cream beauty mark slightly to the right and above the corner of her lips... and suddenly the vanilla he had in a tiny bowl seemed unappetizing compared to the little kiss of chocolate on her face... The girl blinked owlishly up at his surely hungry expression.
"Bastian? Are you alright? You stopped eating your ice cream."
"Oh I just got tired of vanilla, mind if I have a bit of yours?"
Her smile had the butterflies squirm about inside and him fight to keep from acting the big bad wolf that others had described him as.
"Sure, but just a lick, as long as you don't mind?"
"Just share some of yours and maybe I can forgive you."
Her giggle was interrupted as he leaned down, carefully taking her chin in hand and licked the chocolate off before giving the spot a quick kiss. She was bright red! He couldn't help but laugh at her stuttering and followed punch. Maybe he should encourage her to hang out with her Uncle more, boxing was still popular in America wasn't it?
"Sorry, but I only wanted a lick and you did need to clean up Caolinn~"
"You-you!"
Laughing he pat her head and took the few half-hearted hits to kiss her forehead.
"C'mon I'm giving you some-"
"All"
"Fine all my ice cream, you said you'd forgive me...."
The girl had quickly grabbed his cup and turned her back to him. Seemed the shock had her drop her cone and she attacked his with a childish vengeance. She paused before mumbling.
"Fine.... but I want a gift... making me drop my ice cream...."
He let his arms wrap around her waist and kissed her cheek.
"Of course, anything for my sweet~"
"Ah~ stop reading romance novels Bast. You're getting impossible...."
He went back clutching his chest as though stabbed and grinning as he fell to one knee.
"Oh my lady wounds me! What would your father say with you insulting his authors? Let me call him!"
The speed at which she had him pinned was... astonishing. One second he was teasing and reaching for his phone, the one with the Nation contacts, and the next.... he was on his back, hand pinned, and a heavily breathing girlfriend on his lap with sticky white vanilla around her mouth.... Now normally he would think: JACKPOT, but this was North-Jennifer-Caolinn-his gentle, little, innocent, sweet, pure girlfriend under the guardianship of one of the most vicious Empires.... so he did the right thing for himself and little bastian. He stayed very very still. And while he stayed lying on the dirt he thought. Thought why would his girlfriend freak out over him calling her Father? Sure England didn't like him, and England didn't want to set eyes on him... something weird for a parent to do with a boyfriend... usually they would want to lock said boyfriend in a basement and go Hostel on them especially for over a year, but... Oh shit. There was no way...
"Jennifer?"
She was looking at him and coming down from her obvious panic... looking guilty, but of which?
"You told them, right?"
Her skin paled somehow. Oh fuck. He felt like an idiot.
"You told them, right?"
She wasn't looking at him anymore and her grip was looser, letting him push himself up and grab a shoulder as the other gripped her chin delicately.
"Look at me.... You told them.... yes? Jennifer?"
Nothing but a quick guilty glance. He was so dead.... How the hell had he bought something so stupid?! And for this long?! Sure no one expects someone like her to lie, but she was capable of it apparently. The dark claw clenched in his stomach.
"Jennifer, I'm not playing. Tell. Me."
".....n-nnn..."
"I can't hear you."
"...n-no.... pleasedon'tbemadBastian!"
He gently put her off him and stood with an angry snort, turning to try and keep himself from reacting in a way he didn't like to. He could hear her start to cry. He let his head fall back eyes closed and felt the feelings go down his back, into his feet, and trail into the dirt.... He turned and knelt, scooping her into his arms.
"Sh... calm down.... I'm not mad anymore okay? It's going to be alright..."
He sat there calming her for what seemed forever. He was sure he had to have scum invading from the sewers, how else could he have let himself make his doll cry? This doll? Eventually she looked back at him.
"You alright now?"
Her voice was so soft he barely heard her yes.
"Look, I'm not really mad... just disappointed. You have to realize I trust you and... well you lied. I NEVER thought you'd do that... I mean... you... you're my doll, my girl. I... just... you won't lie to me again... right?"
Her wide remorseful and slightly panicked eyes were more what he trusted than her repeated 'no's. A soft kiss to her forehead had her quiet.
"Now... you need to understand. Your family... they have to be told. -Don't interrupt. You like me and don't want me hurt or anything so you have to tell them. Tonight. You may not-or may understand how much they love you and how they are very willing to protect you... and thanks if you thought not telling them would be best but.... it's not... in fact they may uh... break us up once they know... so you get to tell them. Tonight."
Her regaining color again fled, but he couldn't let it deter him. With a hug and a kiss he hurried himself, lest he give in and possibly forfeit his future life... It'd be so much worse if they found out on their own... or from somebody else...
"I'll give you till after your dinner. I need to go get ready... so please don't make me get shot off the porch okay?"
He had to fight the feeling that he was being a coward by walking away.... but... hopefully he'd feel better after somehow surviving tonight... He pushed the betrayal and look of her crying out of his mind.
Tell the parents and guardians
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A grin spread across his face as he caught the smudge of chocolate waiting to be rescued. The sun was moderately warming the park, lightly obscured by the almost constant clouds of the week. The heat, as most English might call it and more Southern Nations giggle at, was enough to still slowly attack the double scoops both he and his somehow steady girlfriend of three years had. The girl had an ice cream beauty mark slightly to the right and above the corner of her lips... and suddenly the vanilla he had in a tiny bowl seemed unappetizing compared to the little kiss of chocolate on her face... The girl blinked owlishly up at his surely hungry expression.
"Bastian? Are you alright? You stopped eating your ice cream."
"Oh I just got tired of vanilla, mind if I have a bit of yours?"
Her smile had the butterflies squirm about inside and him fight to keep from acting the big bad wolf that others had described him as.
"Sure, but just a lick, as long as you don't mind?"
"Just share some of yours and maybe I can forgive you."
Her giggle was interrupted as he leaned down, carefully taking her chin in hand and licked the chocolate off before giving the spot a quick kiss. She was bright red! He couldn't help but laugh at her stuttering and followed punch. Maybe he should encourage her to hang out with her Uncle more, boxing was still popular in America wasn't it?
"Sorry, but I only wanted a lick and you did need to clean up Caolinn~"
"You-you!"
Laughing he pat her head and took the few half-hearted hits to kiss her forehead.
"C'mon I'm giving you some-"
"All"
"Fine all my ice cream, you said you'd forgive me...."
The girl had quickly grabbed his cup and turned her back to him. Seemed the shock had her drop her cone and she attacked his with a childish vengeance. She paused before mumbling.
"Fine.... but I want a gift... making me drop my ice cream...."
He let his arms wrap around her waist and kissed her cheek.
"Of course, anything for my sweet~"
"Ah~ stop reading romance novels Bast. You're getting impossible...."
He went back clutching his chest as though stabbed and grinning as he fell to one knee.
"Oh my lady wounds me! What would your father say with you insulting his authors? Let me call him!"
The speed at which she had him pinned was... astonishing. One second he was teasing and reaching for his phone, the one with the Nation contacts, and the next.... he was on his back, hand pinned, and a heavily breathing girlfriend on his lap with sticky white vanilla around her mouth.... Now normally he would think: JACKPOT, but this was North-Jennifer-Caolinn-his gentle, little, innocent, sweet, pure girlfriend under the guardianship of one of the most vicious Empires.... so he did the right thing for himself and little bastian. He stayed very very still. And while he stayed lying on the dirt he thought. Thought why would his girlfriend freak out over him calling her Father? Sure England didn't like him, and England didn't want to set eyes on him... something weird for a parent to do with a boyfriend... usually they would want to lock said boyfriend in a basement and go Hostel on them especially for over a year, but... Oh shit. There was no way...
"Jennifer?"
She was looking at him and coming down from her obvious panic... looking guilty, but of which?
"You told them, right?"
Her skin paled somehow. Oh fuck. He felt like an idiot.
"You told them, right?"
She wasn't looking at him anymore and her grip was looser, letting him push himself up and grab a shoulder as the other gripped her chin delicately.
"Look at me.... You told them.... yes? Jennifer?"
Nothing but a quick guilty glance. He was so dead.... How the hell had he bought something so stupid?! And for this long?! Sure no one expects someone like her to lie, but she was capable of it apparently. The dark claw clenched in his stomach.
"Jennifer, I'm not playing. Tell. Me."
".....n-nnn..."
"I can't hear you."
"...n-no.... pleasedon'tbemadBastian!"
He gently put her off him and stood with an angry snort, turning to try and keep himself from reacting in a way he didn't like to. He could hear her start to cry. He let his head fall back eyes closed and felt the feelings go down his back, into his feet, and trail into the dirt.... He turned and knelt, scooping her into his arms.
"Sh... calm down.... I'm not mad anymore okay? It's going to be alright..."
He sat there calming her for what seemed forever. He was sure he had to have scum invading from the sewers, how else could he have let himself make his doll cry? This doll? Eventually she looked back at him.
"You alright now?"
Her voice was so soft he barely heard her yes.
"Look, I'm not really mad... just disappointed. You have to realize I trust you and... well you lied. I NEVER thought you'd do that... I mean... you... you're my doll, my girl. I... just... you won't lie to me again... right?"
Her wide remorseful and slightly panicked eyes were more what he trusted than her repeated 'no's. A soft kiss to her forehead had her quiet.
"Now... you need to understand. Your family... they have to be told. -Don't interrupt. You like me and don't want me hurt or anything so you have to tell them. Tonight. You may not-or may understand how much they love you and how they are very willing to protect you... and thanks if you thought not telling them would be best but.... it's not... in fact they may uh... break us up once they know... so you get to tell them. Tonight."
Her regaining color again fled, but he couldn't let it deter him. With a hug and a kiss he hurried himself, lest he give in and possibly forfeit his future life... It'd be so much worse if they found out on their own... or from somebody else...
"I'll give you till after your dinner. I need to go get ready... so please don't make me get shot off the porch okay?"
He had to fight the feeling that he was being a coward by walking away.... but... hopefully he'd feel better after somehow surviving tonight... He pushed the betrayal and look of her crying out of his mind.