oh gross is this more fluff i must be an addict...

[notspecific]

    The PDA Meme!

Suddenly you have this urge to display your affection to that one person you care about, or perhaps a friend....or maybe that random guy on the corner. Either way you just have to let them know how you feel! Well, SHOW them how you feel. Maybe they'll like it or it'll just be that much awkward, but you probably don't mind

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[si_espana]

Spain has been to his fair share of parties in his rather long existence. His favorite has to be the grand and ostentatious festivals in Venice, where people go all out in their preparations as well as their reveling. The festivities can continue on for days and well, no one can quite resist the lure of free-flowing wine and lively music. It's all very hedonistic and exciting and Spain has always been known for his love of grand and fancy festivals.

Simpler parties like this where you can sit and talk with complete strangers about anything and everything also tickles Spain's fancy. There's something very basic and yet enjoyable and stimulating about a random conversation with a random stranger over a couple of drinks. You just never know what you will learn and discover and Spain can never quite get enough of it.

Unexpected things always happen in these parties, whether they be grand or simple. When people get together with enough alcohol and exhilaration in their bodies, the universe just seems to deem it proper for such fortuitous events to unfold. Spain definitely never thought that this night would hand him something like this.

True, he has been kissed before and by all sorts of people, but there's just something about this one, this stranger, that is different. For one, he can't quite really place if they're a man or a woman. They're just so beautiful in this silver, ethereal way that makes the distinction so hard to decipher. For another, they seem so familiar somehow and the Iberian Nation hardly ever knows why. He's sure he'll remember someone so breathtaking, no matter how many centuries pass him by.

The kiss ends eventually, Spain ending up leaning back against the couch and looking up at this silvery, gorgeous creature. He blinks, slowly, almost sleepily and, perhaps drunkenly, he wonders if he's dreaming.

[proteusmoon]

By the time Cecil pulls away, anybody involved in the conversation even remotely, besides himself and the brunet he's just kissed on a whim, has stood up and left. The half-Lunarian wonders if he accidentally made them feel uncomfortable, but the idle thought dissolves and vanishes into thin air as quickly as it appeared. Cecil turns his attention back to the other man he's leaning against and he bites down on his lower, dark violet-stained lip as he lifts a hand to gently wipe the purple ochre he's left behind on the other man's mouth. Reserved Cecil Harvey would never be so barrier-free under normal conditions, but then this is no normal condition at all and his intoxicated state seems to have worsened around the attractive, warm, friendly man. He takes in how he's being looked at now and it's a little thrilling, despite not understanding if it's the kiss or something else. Cecil drops his hand to the dark-haired man's knee, but he doesn't exactly back away from him, still curious about if there's going to be a verbal response any time soon.

[si_espana]

He probably stares far longer than necessary, but he's still trying to figure out if he's seen this person before and where. There's just really something about them, that pale hair, those eyes, those lips... That touch to his lips, gentle but purposeful, snaps him out of his muddled up thoughts and he blinks, his gaze turning more lucid after that distraction. With that, his brain is kickstarted into working, finally and he's able to form a coherent sentence.

"...Do I know you?"

[proteusmoon]

The white-haired young man gives a small smile, both at the way the brunet keeps looking at him and at his question, but he shakes his head a little in reply. "No, I don't think so," he says honestly, almost feeling a bit saddened to admit that to the other male. His hand is still on his knee. "I'm Cecil Harvey. What is your name?"

[si_espana]

The introduction is a good move and Spain eventually responds back as he usually does. "Antonio," He says with a warm smile as he holds a hand out for the other to take if he wants. "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. It's good to meet you, Cecil."

[proteusmoon]

Cecil does, of course, shaking happily, though not too vigorously. He hears the other man's name, but he's not certain he can mimic that accent correctly. Normally, he wouldn't attempt it with such false confidence, but, rather, apologize for possibly pronouncing his name wrong before doing so. At the moment, all he does instead is boldly give it a try.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo." he says, as predicted, unable to completely imitate the Spaniard's trilled r's and accentuated syllables. He does his best. But now that he has Spain's hand in his, he takes the opportunity to brush his free hand's fingers along the dark-haired man's skin from knuckles to wrist. The touch is lightly affectionate - sweet, really. "You are very handsome."

[si_espana]

The compliment catches him off guard, his cheeks getting a touch redder beyond the effects of the wine he has been drinking all night. He's flattered, definitely. It's not always that someone actually comes up to him and says it so blatantly. Spain isn't a celebrity or anything, of course.

In return, he laughs. "Ah, thank you. That's very nice of you to say." If he notices Cecil touching his hand with his fingers, he doesn't say.

[proteusmoon]

The paladin merely smiles back at Antonio, still stroking with his fingertips. "I only say it because it is true," he says in a very matter-of-factly tone. He really does think the brunet is attractive, and he's torn between wanting to kiss him again and merely staying as they are.

Eventually, his mind gets bored of Cecil's indecision, it seems, because suddenly his train of thought jumps to a third option:

"Why did you ask me if I knew you? You seemed like you were trying to place my face."

[si_espana]

Spain has been trying hard to figure out why he finds Cecil so familiar, but the reason escapes him. With a shrug, he responds, "I was. You seem so familiar but I really can't remember where I remember you from."

Cecil looks very distinct after all. And while he may be forgetful, Cecil's appearance is anything but forgettable. You don't see hair that fair or eyes that color very often. Spain can almost say they're kind of alien, though he means it in the kindest way possible.

[proteusmoon]

Cecil makes another bold move and kisses the back of Spain's hand warmly. "I'm sorry, but I don't recall meeting you before tonight," he explains. He's thinking along the same lines the other man is, but the alcohol in his system keeps him from concealing that the way Spain is able to. "I would remember eyes like yours."

[si_espana]

"Hm?" That puzzles Spain, really. His eyes are green, just like a lot of his people's are. He sees nothing special about them at all and he tells Cecil so. "They're just green though."

[proteusmoon]

The paladin chuckles quietly, the warm sound rumbling in the back of his throat as he closes his eyes and shakes his head. "They're not just green," he explains, "I've never seen eyes so green before. There's more to them than that. Your soul is good, gentle. That shows in them. Not everyone is like you."

[si_espana]

Spain listens to his new friend and has to smile a little. It's... good to know that other people see him as good and gentle. Sometimes he wonders about such things himself, given what he has done in the past. The Iberian Nation may seem to be unfailingly optimistic but there are times when conjuring up the effort to be so is hard. It's good to know that other people are there to be encouraging.

"That's really very kind of you to say, amigo."