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[labayamesa]

WHO: Cuba [labayamesa] & Canada [true_north_will]. OPEN. {+ Denmark [yndigt_land]}
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: North Wing, Room 20.
WHAT: Cuba is having a really hard time dealing with this god-forsaken place without some sort of nicotine-rich outlet to calm him asides the medicine he has been forcefully prescribed. He turns to the only nation he can honestly trust with his woes. . .he's

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[yndigt_land]

The first thing he did when getting out of bed was trip on the bedclothes and fall flat on his face; not even frantic clutching at the night-table helped him as he fell hard with a loud curse. Even though he no longer wore the brace on his arm, such a sudden use of the muscle made it sore, and he cradled it a little, rubbing the joint and wincing.

As an afterthought, he picked up the small little clock from the tipped-over night table and hurled it against the opposite wall in an outburst of rage and frustration. The stupid sedatives messed so much with his motor skills, and it wasn't getting better.

'I guess,' Denmark thought, 'that you can't get used to them."

Well, that was fine. He would just have to stop being so compliant. They would have to work some more if they wanted to stick anything into him.

Hell, they could at least bring him a beer to make him feel better. In fact, it would make him feel better right now, and he got to his feet, flinging his door open so that it crashed against the wall, rattling the entire corridor with a boom.

And Cuba was there. He stopped short, staring.

[labayamesa]

He shivered, standing there at his friends doorway. He had taken not that due to whatever they were forcefully shoving down his throat day, the world moved slower, everything took it's time in changing and altering and his reactions followed suit with them. Tensing, he rubbed his hands together and was about to raise his fist to knock one more time, desperate for advice, for any sort of companionship and words, words that seemingly his friend could give him but he stopped short when he heard the clatter from the door aside the one he was standing before. Pausing, he swallowed and waited to see what would happen, listening to the noises beyond the snowy walls.

Walls that didn't make any sense to him really, but none of this did.

When the door opened, he watched as an unfamiliar nation stumbled forth, the door hitting the wall causing him to jump slightly and his mind to straighten to attention more so than it had been previously. He watched as the figure moved forth and then turned to stare back at him. He swallowed again and Cuba's lips parted but nothing came out, so he shut them again.

[yndigt_land]

"You're pretty far North!" He sounded jovial, at least, despite the fact that he just didn't feel it. He watched Cuba for a second, then closed his door and toed at the snow with his boots.

"Waiting for somebody?" He hardly noticed the other's attempt to speak; Denmark could always fill a silence.

[labayamesa]

Cuba was content that for once someone could speak. It seemed he liked to make friends or acquaintances with nations who were painfully silent, or painfully loud, but right now, the noise was better than the stillness and coffin-like effect the snow provided him. He nodded and tried to force a smile that suited his face far more than his worried disposition.

"Ah--yeah, just Canadá, but well--'t looks like he isn't in." He cleared his throat quietly after the sentence, having issues formulating the proper wording he was looking for, but a basic sentence structure worked for him and explained the situation readily.

"I think 'm too far north to be standin' here for much longer though." A small chuckle escaped his throat, but it lacked the true warmth he was normally able to exude.

[yndigt_land]

Denmark gave a nod and a chuckle.

"Heh, yeah! This is a pretty weird thing to be seeing in a hallway, anyway, this snow."

He dug his toe into the wall, tearing a chunk out.

"Well, if you're going, I'm going to the kitchen for something to warm me up a bit! Always useful in the cold."

He swallowed, the sedatives always upset his nerves a little, making him feel a little nauseous. In all honesty, just a few drinks would probably put him to sleep, and despite the danger of mixing the alchol and drugs, he welcomed the bliss of unconsciousness.

[labayamesa]

Cuba, hesitant to actually leave without seeing his friend, looked to the northern nations door and let out a sigh that caught as steam in the cold air of the corridor. His brows furrowing slightly, he figure that perhaps any company and any warmth would be better than the chill that the entirety of the building seemed to have. It was nothing like home, and Cuba craved the sun.

Clenching and unclenching his hands, he thought to himself to come back later and perhaps then after awhile, Canada would be in from wherever he was, or perhaps awake if he was sleeping, so swallowing and thinking for a moment, he nodded at the other and murmured, turning to following him and his steps once they begun.

"I suppose I'll join yah--sound's good compared t' this."

[yndigt_land]

Denmark gave a content sigh, loudly echoing in the halls. It was nice to see someone. Norge hardly left his room for anything but the infirmary, Island wasn't in good shape, and he hadn't seen Sverige or Finland in awhile.

Though Cuba. . . well, there was no making sense of it. But the other was coming with him and he was going to go get so drunk he couldn't hardly see straight. He'd been spending so many of his days that way; if he really were human, he'd be running on his way to an early death from liver failure.

Good thing he wasn't, no matter what they said.

Once in the kitchen he began rifling, scrounging, getting whatever he could that would be useful and finding plenty of alcohol.

He handed the other a bottle of something strong.

"A good start, yeah?"

[labayamesa]

His vision still slightly blurry from the medication, Cuba leaned forward a little to read the bottle label, arching an eyebrow. Strong enough as any and if Cuba could appreciate anything, it was a good drink, his culture full of history when it came to the delightful taste and mixtures that could be produced with alcohol, not to mentioned how a well-concealed strong liquor amongst a variety of other drinks could knock you so hard on your ass so quickly you could not remember anything in the morning.

It was a strange thing to be proud of, but right now a straight-out drink sounded the best for the situation and maybe the other nation was right in his choice, a drink was something necessary and if he could not get his hands on his cigars or any sort of smokes, it would have to do to calm the itching craving to chew the nicotine that might be lingering under his finger nails.

"Look's good enough--" he commented before assisting and bringing out two glasses from the cupboard and setting them down before setting his own self down, looking to the other with a small arch of his brow.

"So are we celebrating or drowning?"

[yndigt_land]

Denmark tilted his head with a cynical smile.

"More like letting your worries melt away. Drowning sounds a little morbid, right?"

"Maybe we can play a little game." He fingered the glass Cuba had set in front of him.

"Tell me what you hate most about this place. If I agree, I'll drink to it and vice versa." He sat heavily in a chair next to the table, looking at Cuba expectantly.

"Sure to get smashed in a flash! Right?" He laughed at what was probably a lame joke, but Denmark enjoyed it anyway.

[labayamesa]

Morbid maybe, but lately Cuba had issues thinking anything else with the damn letters and the drawing and the everything, really. He listened to the other while looking down at his empty glass and chuckled in reply, his face lightening up somewhat as he titled the object back and forth between his hands, watching the way the light caught in the direction. Nothing wrong with getting a little drunk, he figure, Canada, unless by a miracle, would have to wait till later then, because certainly if he got as drunk as the blonde nation was promising, well--then there would be no words he could honestly formulate coherently without laughing.

"Alright, alright." He replied, shaking his head at the pretty bad joke, but Cuba was good humored an anything went at this point to raise his spirits. The Dane, was doing a good job thus far, even if Cuba was curious that the drinking stemmed from his own problems.

Taking the bottle, he poured even amounts in both glasses after the other stopped playing with his own and capped the drink, setting it to the side and looking up at the other to see that he had rather bright, blue eyes. A shade that was not normal, otherworldly amongst his brown.

"Let's see--how 'bout, the atmosphere?"

[yndigt_land]

Those eyes lit up when the other played his game, and it was with complete agreement that he enthusiastically replied.

"Completely! That deserves a big drink, because the whole feel of this place is wrong." He took a large swallow, only stopping when he needed some air and exhaling a little unevenly. At this rate, he'd be gone after only a few glasses as he already started feeling shaky.

It was good to not be drinking alone. He didn't know that much about the other nation, except that he seemed like he was capable of having a good time.

"How about the staff? I could almost drink for every name!"

[labayamesa]

That was, indeed, a rather large drink and Cuba was a might bit taken aback of it for a moment before he continued. Normally drinks were sipped slowly and taken throughout minutes, not seconds, but nations differed in their means to get drunk and Cuba knew that downing as much as you could lead to the quickest and most reliable reaction you sought to gain in moments like this. So he laughed quietly at the others words and shook his head.

At the others suggestion though, he nodded with a small narrowing of his brow, pointing his finger and shaking it with honesty.

"Fucker's all of 'em, faking liars," he grumbled before taking up his glass and taking a drink from the container. He hated them all, everyone he had run into. From the nurses to the doctors to what they proclaimed to be he would rather get out of the situation and go back were he belonged, away from the pain they were causing and how they were holding him back from the freedom he desperately sought to gain.

Next though, he contemplated after the drink and then snapped his fingers. "The medication," he spoke as if he cursed.

[yndigt_land]

Denmark gave a groan, then a nod. Yes, yes, the medication that was even now interfering with his senses. He usually had such a tolerance for alcohol, easily drinking anyplace dry. It was ridiculous that he should feel this way after one solid drink.

"Yes, yes! What trash have they got you taking? Or are they forcing it into you like they have been for me?" He took another shaky swig, anger barely concealed beneath the joviality he'd been struggling to project.

[labayamesa]

Cuba tensed and listened to the other. So it was not just him that was suffering through the torture of the drugs and their results. He swallowed and made certain to watch the Danes face for a moment before looking back down at his glass, running a thumb down the side of it, collecting to the bottom where he stopped and then completely turned his attention. He could not even remember what he was on at this point, asides the fact that he was being forced to take whatever it was.

Something about his anger and it was the fact that they were attempting to alter passion, that they had no problem sticking needles under his skin and shoving pills down his throat that the line he drew was passed long ago.

He swallowed air then looked to Denmark, shaking his head. "Too often." Was what he spoke for the moment then he glared and attempted to redirect his anger upon something else asides his company. "I have no idea what it 's." He glowered and shook his head, attempting to shove away the idea of it all. "All I know 's I'm being lied to, and I hate liars."

[yndigt_land]

His smile, so carefully forced until now, vanished away, and he took another especially long sip that left him holding his head unhappily. With a few deep breaths, he was back, though feeling light-headed.

"I wish I knew why they were so keen on making us. . .believe, hnn, believe a lie." He couldn't help but put his head in his hand again, breath just fainly unsteady still.

"When I refused their medicines and fought with the orderly, he dislocated my shoulder." Denmark reached for the bottle and refilled his glass.

"Hurt like hell. I hate following their rules."

[labayamesa]

He knew how their imposed violence felt. Cuba had been brought to the ground twice already by the lot of them, and under his refusal to take the medication, they were none to kind. He didn't understand why they could not believe them, not that the world should know of their existence completely but why in the name God did they decide, at such a crucial time for many nations, to pull a stunt like they were.

Cuba was certain it was some kind of sick joke and certain he didn't want to be apart of it anymore. Cuba needed the sea and the sand, he needed his island, his people, and this damn hell was giving him nothing.

Cursing under his breath, he took a drink. "Mierda," he swore. "Their rules are nothin' but t' manipulate and twist us into belief that we are who they say." He whispered to the other, not sure if the room was being watched, though he was certain it was.

"Tellin' me I have a wife, and kids? Who pulls all this?" His voice rose a little and he tapped his index finger on the table. "Pullin' us away from our homes when everyone's already tryin' t' recover. 'S not right. . ."