[Drunk shenanigans.] (Continued from here[England looks around blearily as he wobbles though the door, leaning firmly onto Amelia for support, and going through into the bedroom. He's rather drowsy now, and well ready for lying down before inevitably passing out. Luckily, this seems to have deterred him from any more ramblings about the dreaded birthday coming up, and
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[ Amelia sighs, about to yank off the aforementioned shoes for him, when Arthur suddenly reaches for her. She blinks down at his outstretched hand with a little bit of confusion, until he starts talking again. What he says makes her blush a little bit and she's grateful that he's probably so drunk, he won't remember tomorrow. ]
...Even though I'm an ungrateful former sibling like Alfred?
Re: Drunk shenanigansbloodybrowsJuly 2 2012, 02:15:39 UTC
[England leans over to grab onto her arm when she only blinks at him. He's far too drunk to really notice any reaction from Amelia, frowning up at her with a far away look. But at "ungrateful former sibling" though, England's expression falls considerably and he turns, closing his eyes to hide the sadness trapped behind them.]
You're both... ungrateful. An'- an' celebrate leavin' me 'lone when I could've- we could've...
[He shakes his head, looking back up and blinking at her.]
Re: Drunk shenanigansundimmedbytearsJuly 3 2012, 01:47:13 UTC
[ The grab is so unexpected, that Amelia finds herself tumbling forward sooner than she can recover. She falls forward onto the bed, her torso landing on Arthur's, and she tries to give him her best affronted look when his expression changes. She falls silent and simply listens to him, righting herself so she can prop up on one elbow on her side without digging said elbow into him anywhere. ]
Could've what? We could've become the world's two most powerful political allies? Didn't that happen anyway?
[ America chooses, at this point, to blatantly ignore the facts that the United Kingdom is no longer a superpower and that her current boss finds France more important. It makes her uncomfortable enough to hear Arthur lamenting their separation, because it is both uncannily similar and entirely different from Alice's usual laments. He seems lonelier and there's an edge of wistful bitterness to him that's a few shades darker than that in her own England. She feels just a little more shame in her heart in the face of it.Arthur... I like
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Re: Drunk shenanigansbloodybrowsJuly 3 2012, 17:24:46 UTC
[England stares up at her, misty eyes flickering briefly closed as Amelia slips her fingers through his hair. His face feels warm, from Amelia’s closeness and from the alcohol. He reaches over to cup her face in his hand, frowning deeply. His words are slurred and weary, tumbling out his mouth too quickly.]
You- He left me. Alone… Nothin’- nothing had to happen like that… it could’ve worked- we could’ve-
[He pulls his hand back and looks away sadly, shaking his head and not going on because he’s not sure how to, too despondent and too intoxicated to put anything more across. Of course he knows, in the bottom of his heart, things couldn’t have stayed how they were back then. He’s no longer the empire that raised his colonies, and even if the revolution had never happened, it is still unlikely America would still be his in that way now. And he doesn’t think that’s even what he wants, not anymore, not like that. But knowing all of that doesn't stop how much it hurt, or how much it hurts now.]
Re: Drunk shenanigansundimmedbytearsJuly 5 2012, 01:09:28 UTC
[ A part of Amelia wishes she could say it wasn't personal. But of course such a statement would be a lie. They are nations; they are the embodiment of their homelands, the ideals of their peoples, the wills of their leaders. It was always personal. Such is the nature of their lives. And, for America at least, it was deeply personal for her people- for they saw themselves as English, as England's people, and it wasn't until she betrayed their God-given freedoms that they turned on her and truly became America's. Families were torn asunder, loved ones separated by beliefs and values and the private struggle of two hearts that not all of them even knew existed or understood the existence of
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Re: Drunk shenanigansbloodybrowsJuly 5 2012, 02:41:09 UTC
[England shifts as America lays down beside him, resting his head against her shoulder. He closes his eyes for a moment, his mind still dizzy with the huge mess of emotions he's too intoxicated to hide
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Re: Drunk shenanigansundimmedbytearsJuly 8 2012, 00:48:07 UTC
[ Amelia smiles wryly, glancing over at him as she turns on her side to face him better. The younger nation begins idly stroking his shoulder and chest lightly, hoping that will calm him down further. ]
And you didn't try to forget him? That seems kinda hard to believe.
Re: Drunk shenanigansbloodybrowsJuly 8 2012, 01:05:43 UTC
[England leans toward Amelia further, burrowing his head against her and sighing softly as he puts a hand around her waist. He snorts, then frowns, his eyes unfocused as he slurs back quietly:]
Re: Drunk shenanigansundimmedbytearsJuly 8 2012, 01:33:47 UTC
[ Amelia chuckles quietly- a bit of a feat for America, of course. She kisses the crown of his head affectionately, then rests her cheek against his unruly hair with a sigh. Were he sober, she wouldn't hold him like this or be so honest about the past; she would avoid it entirely if it was a certain fact he'd remember in the morning. Because it seems just the opposite to her, she indulges Arthur and she indulges herself, scooting closer to him. ]
Well, that's a two-way street. Even if we pretend we managed. We were... just angry and hurt for a while. Not anymore though... not because of you.
Re: Drunk shenanigansbloodybrowsJuly 8 2012, 02:21:14 UTC
[England only leans closer as Amelia becomes more affectionate, holding her more tightly around the waist and snuggling against the nook of her shoulder, breathing deeply. He's calmer now, slightly more tired than melancholy, but as Amelia's words register through to him, he frowns slightly.]
You'd no need to be... you 'ad- [He stops suddenly and pauses, swallowing and hiccuping, before going on.] -you had all you wanted.
[ Amelia sighs, about to yank off the aforementioned shoes for him, when Arthur suddenly reaches for her. She blinks down at his outstretched hand with a little bit of confusion, until he starts talking again. What he says makes her blush a little bit and she's grateful that he's probably so drunk, he won't remember tomorrow. ]
...Even though I'm an ungrateful former sibling like Alfred?
[ She takes his hand though. ]
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You're both... ungrateful. An'- an' celebrate leavin' me 'lone when I could've- we could've...
[He shakes his head, looking back up and blinking at her.]
Still do like you 'lot, though. S'why I care.
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Could've what? We could've become the world's two most powerful political allies? Didn't that happen anyway?
[ America chooses, at this point, to blatantly ignore the facts that the United Kingdom is no longer a superpower and that her current boss finds France more important. It makes her uncomfortable enough to hear Arthur lamenting their separation, because it is both uncannily similar and entirely different from Alice's usual laments. He seems lonelier and there's an edge of wistful bitterness to him that's a few shades darker than that in her own England. She feels just a little more shame in her heart in the face of it.Arthur... I like ( ... )
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You- He left me. Alone… Nothin’- nothing had to happen like that… it could’ve worked- we could’ve-
[He pulls his hand back and looks away sadly, shaking his head and not going on because he’s not sure how to, too despondent and too intoxicated to put anything more across. Of course he knows, in the bottom of his heart, things couldn’t have stayed how they were back then. He’s no longer the empire that raised his colonies, and even if the revolution had never happened, it is still unlikely America would still be his in that way now. And he doesn’t think that’s even what he wants, not anymore, not like that. But knowing all of that doesn't stop how much it hurt, or how much it hurts now.]
Together now…
[He looks back up at the ( ... )
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And you didn't try to forget him? That seems kinda hard to believe.
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Not- s'if I could.
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Well, that's a two-way street. Even if we pretend we managed. We were... just angry and hurt for a while. Not anymore though... not because of you.
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You'd no need to be... you 'ad- [He stops suddenly and pauses, swallowing and hiccuping, before going on.] -you had all you wanted.
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