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[cubonic]

TAG START: 27/07/09.
COMMUNITY: foreignrelation.
WHO: Cuba [cubonic] & Vietnam [oriental_paris].
WHEN: PRESENT.
WHAT: A thread continued from here.
STATUS: Ongoing.

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[cubonic]

[Cuba contemplates the situation and realizes how strange it is having a decent conversation while sitting on a side table surrounded by other nations panicking or ignoring the scene. Though, he can't complain really, its good company, amongst the panic.

He smiles, placing his hands behind him on the edge and leaning back slightly, but not forcing the other from her position. Its comfortable after all]

Takin' breakfast out to the beach, relaxin', soakin' in the rays of the mornin' sun. Its never too bright 'n the mornin' yah know? Almost perfect, dependin' on the weather 'n all.

[oriental_paris]

[Vietnam doesn't consider it odd at all, since family reunions are always messy and loud, and yet, you always find a chance to have a nice, calm conversation somewhere amidst the chaos. She knows when to pay attention to her environment and when to focus on who she's engaging, and right now, it is time to focus on her conversation with Cuba.]

[She lets herself move back as Cuba does, shifting slightly, and holding onto him gingerly so that she doesn't lose balance.]

Yes... it's always too bright in the afternoon. [another stifled yawn.] And hot. It makes me so drowsy...

Mmmn, but the morning is juuust right. I like to wake up before sunrise and just... walk along the shore and watch as the sun comes up... daylight comes quickly enough. Wake up with the rest of the world...

[cubonic]

[A hand that supports him slips a little more behind the smaller figure to assure her stability, a chuckle escaping his throat as he listens to her speak, enjoying the breaks, the silences, the words. Its a rare time when there is a break in the day, a break in reality to enjoy just talking to someone you could feel connected to.

Not being yelled at, shunned or insulted. This was nice, he could get use to this.]

Afternoons are good for a nap, yah? Thats what I like 't do. Wake up, like yah sad, get some things done then lay in the shade and relax for an hour or two before heading back out when the sun's not 's bright.

Somehow relaxin' after workin' hard for the most of the day makes it all the better.

[oriental_paris]

[She closes her eyes, just letting herself grow quiet for a moment until the room grows loud again. Opening her eyes, she looks down at her lap, then up to Cuba, and back down at her lap, laughing softly... She begins speaking again.]

It's nice to find some time to rest during the day... no need to rush yourself--work--[muffled yawn]--will always be there... Aaah... You just tire yourself out that way, really... make yourself sick. Then work piles up and you wonder why you didn't just take nap earlier...

Mmn, it's just the satisfaction of knowing you are done and there is nothing else to do. Procrastination is the worst feeling in the world...

[cubonic]

[He notes the yawns finally and looks down directly at the smaller figure, arching an eyebrow and murmuring a reply that varies off the topic of conversation, his tone curious]

...Are you tired there, amor?

[oriental_paris]

[She laughs sheepishly, closing her eyes.]

Just a bit... Not too tired, though.

[cubonic]

[He brings one of the hands supporting him on the tables surface upward, placing it atop the long strands of the top of the others head, ruffling slightly]

Careful, 'f you fall asleep you might fall into the lava.

[oriental_paris]

[She huffs and tries to frown, looking quite childish... but then can't help but smile at your silliness. She scoffs quietly, hands reaching up to fix her hair out of habit, then nudges him teasingly.]

Oh~ and you would just let me fall?

[cubonic]

[He chuckles at the nudging and nudges back carefully, aware that he is bigger than you and sometimes not knowing his own strength. He pauses and then moves the hand to wrap his arm around you shoulder and pull you against his side]

There-secure!

[He pauses in seriousness, then grins]

[oriental_paris]

[Pftt, the sudden move flusters her just a little bit, and she tenses. But knowing that your intentions are meaningful and you aren't going to try something... French in nature, she lets out a quiet sigh and relaxes against you.]

[quiet, sleepy laughter.] Knew I can always count on you, comrade... mmmn, are you tired?

[cubonic]

[And of course he does not mean anything wrong by his actions, only to prove that he would never let the other fall and the closeness of a comrade was always appreciated. Cuba chuckles when he feels you relax, looking down at you with a lidded gaze and an arch of eyebrow]

Me? Tired? Ha--maybe just a little. [His hand on the smallers shoulder lifted to make a motion between his index and thumb to imply this further]

But who can say no to a nap--perhaps not 'round here though. Everyone's bein' to loud.

[oriental_paris]

[She knows you meant well, she knows, and appreciates it. It's nice to be able to relax and just enjoy being with company without worrying about their intentions with her. She closes her eyes, humming.]

Sleep is always wonderful...

Mmmn ... yes... a lot of commotion for just imaginary lava... The person who said there was lava said that the furniture was safe, so!--you think that once you're standing on something, you're okay... no need to yell after...

[cubonic]

[He looks up from looking down at the girl then back up out into the room, yawning himself through trying to stop it. They always said those stupid things were contagious, but he doesn't mind, they soothe stress, though Cuba at this point lacks much of that.

Most likely due to the presence of the other nation. Great minds think alike after all.]

They're not all lucky enough to have you calmin' them down from it, mm?

[oriental_paris]

[Notices his yawns and glances up at him curiously, chucking. She wraps an arm around his backside and rubs soothingly, almost like you would to a sleepy child in your arms. Of course, Cuba is... much bigger than a drowsy toddler.]

I--I suppose...? I tried to calm--[pauses to think of the name]--Latvia down... he is just a bundle of nerves...

[cubonic]

[Maybe not a drowsy toddler, but soothing actions like that are bound to affect anyone. They make him tense at first, not use to being touched by anyone often, but he relaxes into them, much like a child would, looking a bit drowsier as the action continued, because it felt good and anything like that was enough to lure him into a calmer state.

Asides, it was nearly the afternoon, naps were beginning to look very appropriate. He relaxed against the smaller just a little, arching an eyebrow still.]

Ah--Latvia, yeah. He's just always gonna' be all...trembly.

[oriental_paris]

[She nods, using her free hand to stifle yet another yawn. Afternoon was nearing, and her body is used getting sleep once the time hits an hour or so past noon; if the panic continues on past that, she will probably fall asleep right there on the table, despite the noise. She shifts, making herself more comfortable against the larger nation. Might as well, there's no need to fake modesty. Not with Cuba, anyway.]

Don't... think I've ever seen him calm... not... jittery. One day, someone... should just... try to calm him down? Find some inner tranquility and peace.