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 Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 7:21 pm
Heavy had gotten too bored so he decided it was time to go back to his room and work on Natasha.
Raguna now noticed that him and Meiko were being left behind "Hmm? do they always walk that fast?" he asked trying to make conversation to keep her entertained
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 8:28 pm
Medic only half-listened, making little comments here and there so Scout would think he was talking to someone, rather than at someone. "Have you ever seen a movie from beginning to end?" he wondered.
Spy had changed into a clean suit, and decided to go out. No use staying cooped up in one building the entire time he was here; there was more city for him to explore. Then he saw something, or rather, someone, that caused him to shake his head and groan. What in the hell was Arthur doing now? He walked up to the half-man, half-rabbit, placing a hand on his shoulders. "Not cold, are you?" It sounded more teasing than concerned.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 8:35 pm
Arthur stumbled like the drunkard that he was. This, in his opinion, was sometimes the best moments in life. Though, in the end, he almost always looked back on them as the worst. But that was only because he usually ended up in very compromising positions. Sometimes, more then others. One ear flopped into his face as he tripped and he started to laugh a little. Trying hard to supress his laughter, though it was hard. He had skinned his knees a little. Pushing himsef up, he swore inwardly at the small and very minor wounds on his knees. His tail flicked a few times before he started off again. It wasn't until he felt the hand rest on his shoulder, did he stop his noise and spun around. Nearly falling over, he quickly gripped the man's shirt and held himself, but his fingers slipped and he fell down hard. Laughing again. "Cold? No, yes. Maybe. Why? Do you want to warm me up frog?" He asked, chuckling a little more. He was more then drunk at this point.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 8:51 pm
Spy wrinkled his nose a bit as his shirt was pulled on. Rather than try to catch the other man, he instead took the time to smooth his clothes back out. It wasn't that he hated being around others who were drunk (quite the opposite, what with how alcohol tends to loosen the tongue), but he had planned on having some fun of his own. He couldn't very well leave Arthur out here on his own; what if he remembered running into him the next day, and he'd done nothing to help? Also, being England, there were a large number of things that could go wrong by him being a mostly-naked drunkard in the middle of this city. "I think it's time you got back to your room, mon ami," he said, holding out a hand for Arthur. Spy doubted the man's ability to find his way back on his own.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 9:05 pm
Chuckling a little, it slowly died off and he stared at the hand. Looking at the hand that was extended. "My room? PFFT! No you git! I need to find another tavern. N-no.. the last one tossed me. Sods. I would have hit them if they hadn't been moving so fast." He took the hand in both of his hands. Giggling like a school girl almost, as he pulled himself up. He then held on tightly to the other's hand and tried pulling him along. "Come with me! I'll.. I'll show you who can hold their liquor. The English are the best drinkers in the world! Unless.. unless you're that Russian b*****d." He chuckles again and whispers. "I don't think its vodka, I think its water." He winked and stumbled a little more.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 9:13 pm
Although that was probably a terrible idea for Arthur, the idea of the two of them finding a place to drink didn't seem like too bad an idea. Spy could have the good time out that he wanted, and all he had to do was keep an eye on England to make sure he didn't get himself into too much trouble. "Alright, we shall find anozzer tavern," he agreed, then gave a tug so Arthur was more next to him than leading. "Do you know of any good places, or are we just going to keep looking until we find one zhat 'asn't kicked you out, yet?" he joked.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 9:18 pm
"Good man!" He said. Feeling the tug, he almost tripped again, but he restrained himself and walked more beside the other. Large, drunkenly hazed eyes scan the surrounding area. Since when did the world tilt on its axis like this? "I was only tossed from one you git. That was the only one." He then pointed towards a tavern that lay up ahead. "Those three doors! Lets go there." Of course, there was only one door. But England was a nation, so alcohol poisoning just wasn't possible for him. Perhaps that natural law should be changed for Arthur's sake. That way he wouldn't black out so often. But he tried to pull Spy along again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 9:35 pm
"If you keep trying to pull me, I'll let go and let you fall on your face," Spy said. It was with a joking tone of voice, but he was completely serious about it. "No need to run, Arthur. Good sings are worth zhe wait, oui?" Nevertheless, he continued towards the door the very drunk man had pointed in the vague direction of, wondering how long it would be before Arthur was kicked out of this one...
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 10:12 pm
The man actually very nearly pouted. He slowed up though and sighed. Then his mouth started to let things slip that he would never actually admit to sober. "You know, you know its not easy being a father. Seriously. No, its hard. Its very bloody hard. Especially when.. when your son fights you tooth and nail to gain independance. Do you know how much it sucks that I hate his birthday?" He continued to ramble a little before he looked over at him. His tail twitching slightly and his ears just hanging there. He was now actually trying to tie them back with one hand. Odd. "You aren't such a b*****d." He started. "So don't let anyone tell you otherwi- oh! OOPS!" He tripped, but quickly gained footing again as he clung to the other tightly. Laughing a little again.
(my internet had decided to kill itself. Sorry for the late post. XD)
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 10:24 pm
((Hah, that's okay. I hate when that happens.))
"Non, I wouldn't no," Spy replied. "I don't 'ave any children." He assumed Arthur was speaking about America. When the drunk nation continued, Spy couldn't help but smirk, and this time when he stumbled, he made sure he wouldn't fall. "You don't sink I'm such a b*****d, do you? Even after I threatened you and threw a knife through your ear?" he asked, opening the door for him. He wondered for a moment if it would leave a scar or not.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 10:33 pm
As the door opened, he stepped in, quite grateful that the other hadn't just let him kiss pavement. "Thnks." He mumbles happily before he enters fully. Wavering slightly as he stands in place. "And.. No. No no no. I am a real.. bitter b*****d. If..If I took offense to everything everyone had ever done.. I would be one huge bloody git headed b*****d. Worse things have happened." He said. Then he pointed to a few of the scars that littered his body. "Like, see.. those? Ger-.. Ludwig did that in World War Two.. He had me. bed ridden for months after those attacks. But I forgive him." He nodded before almost slipping again and making his way to a table. Being smart about it, he decided he couldn't fall out of a chair. It was better then a stool. He had of course been meaning the blitzing on London in the night raids. Bitter memories that mingled with joy. Remembering how his former colony came to his aid. He had never been more happy to see Al.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 10:42 pm
So Ludwig was Germany's name, was it? He'd remember that. "Funny 'ow zhings work, non?" he replied, following after Arthur. "One moment, two people can 'ate each ozher, wanting no more than to see zhe ozher die, and zhe next, be zhe best of friends, all past troubles forgotten." He decided to take the seat next to Arthur, instead of across from him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 10:54 pm
"Tell that to my brothers." He mumbled then laughed. "But damnit, those gits can drink! Give me a run for my money." Scotland and Ireland of course. "Those bastards." He muttered bitterly. Still sore about his childhood with them. "They still hate me." He said. "Whales, Ireland, Scotland." He said. "Bastards! All of them. No good sods. You know, they never stopped bullying me!? Especially that b*****d Scotland... Iain is such a.." He grumbled something very colourful under his breath before he looked to the waitress there. "Whiskey, bring and leave the bottle." He said. "I want the strongest that you have!" He frowned. Then he heaved a deep sigh. The resentment for his brothers ran deep. He would liked to be able to stop fighting with them all the time, but they didn't seem to want to stop any time soon. They still beat him to a pulp when chance was available. Especially Scotland. He was the worst of the three perhaps. He was just a jerk.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 11:12 pm
Spy didn't argue about the drink ordered; he'd just be drinking much less of it. "I worked wiss a Scottish man when I was still employed wiss RED," he began. "'E was zhe demolitions expert. And you know what? 'E 'it people wiss 'is scrumpy bottle. Sometimes it broke on zhem, and 'e would just be upset zhat 'e couldn't drink and fight at zhe same time." The Demoman always had been, and always would be, a strange one indeed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 11:21 pm
Arthur gave the man a look as he listened to him and nods. "A true man to his country." He said with a hint of disdain. "I can't tell if Iain is drunk or sober. Ever. All the bloody sod does is drink, then come over and beat me up, then drinks more. Fights me again and then leaves after breaking a few of my windows." He muttered. But Ireland was just as bad. Whales not so much. He tended to be a little more like Arthur, but he was still a b*****d! When the drink and glasses came. Arthur was actually able to grab the bottle, a sheer marvel in his condition. He then poured the liquid into a glass and slammed the bottle down, pushing it towards Spy before he started to drink the liquid down without flinching at the strength of it. He didn't even pull a whiskey face. Setting the glass down half empty, he looked at it and started to laugh again. He felt tempted to get up and start ranting about anarchy and belt out punk songs that his people had written. Those were the good old days. "Spy, you are alright." He said drunkenly, though he really did think so. They did have their massive differences, but it was probably just because he was jealous that so many of the nations here had someone from their lands, or someone they could easily get on with. He and Matthew both seemed immune to this. Oh hell. Matthew. Guilt hit him again and he drank more.
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