[open] I'm going to smoke you~

[prud_englaland]

Who: Egypt [misriyun ] and England [prud_englaland].
When: Evening, March 1st.
Where: Egypt's bachelor pad.
What: Someone is going to have a smoking good time and it ain't gonna be Turkey.
Rating: PG.

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[prud_englaland]

England blinked before reaching out after a beat and taking the pipe in hand, flipping the mouth piece over and bringing it tentatively to his mouth with a quietly murmured thank you. He had used one of these things before of course, he knew their function and their popularity in places like Egypt. However, he had not done it terribly often and so he felt more than a little uncomfortable sharing in the activity now with a nation whom had been such a strong representative to him of the exotic other during the period of his occupation.

And it seemed even after he had spent so much time imposing himself in Egypt's country he still found himself enamoured and still so in awe of the habits of the Arab Nation.

Thinking to himself he breathed in the smoke from the pipe, listening to the bubbling from the water in the jar and closing his eyes briefly as whatever flavour Egypt had put in the bowl took over his senses. He held the tip away but still close to his lips as he breathed out, watching the white smoke billow out and after a moment he hastily remembered that he should return the pipe and he held it back out to Egypt, still quiet, still trying to relax, though the smoke did help with that, the taste and smell lingering strong.

[misriyun]

If there was awe, then Egypt knew nothing of it. His feelings towards England shifted dramatically after he was pried forcefully from the Ottoman Empire, watching Turkey practically lose himself in his diminishing empire while he was being forced under the protection of England who raised his flag and claimed to God he would bring Egypt his complete sovereignty which to this very day, minute, hour he still was lacking. The canal was part of his home and if England thought he was going to keep control over something that was rightfully his, then he was making a mistake. God save his once son the United States and his efforts in Panama. Clearly, obviously, the island was providing a bad influence to those abroad involving land and canals and freedom, offers they claimed to bestow but failed to completely submit.

Still, as much as he would like it, he was no mind-reader and so he knew little of what was turning in the nations head as he watched him smoke through the haze that slowly filled the room and the scent that followed of fruits and subtle hints of his home.

Not breaking his amber eyes away from the nations face, Egypt reached outward and took hold of the pipe carefully and brought it back to his lips and is he inhaled thought, that England should know the drill already. Egypt would say nothing unless provoked by something and even then there was not always the chance it would draw something from his lips asides the smoke that he let slide forth in a soft cloud akin to the mythical drawings of the East were the beasts blew smoke from their lungs like fire.

[prud_englaland]

The silence really was killing him but he tried to relax, let his body lose the rigidity that was really more of a habit than it was a consequence of their current predicament. The smoke was soothing enough, the heady sweetness of it's scent making his head foggy and he thought that he really must be out of practice if Egypt's rather tame narcotics was having this sort of effect on him already.

Blinking and trying to clear his head he focused on Egypt instead, watching him breath in the smoke and exhale again, the white clouds billowing from his lips, the color of his eyes flashing whenever he chose to look up and England thought that he looked like some exotic dragon in human form.

Lovely, really.

England blinked, sucking in a breath. Right. He really should gather his wits, that sort of frivolity was hardly useful.

"Ah, Egypt," he said, his voice cracking for a moment before he got himself under control. "I understand you and Turkey are close here. I trust you are supporting each other through all of...this." He waved his hand, gesturing to the Sanctuary.

[misriyun]

It was strange to hear the Englishman mention the Turk as they seemed to so vehemently oppose each other when it came to his regard. Certainly, England's words threw him off, so he covered the silence still by taking another inhale from the pipe, wrapping his lips around the metal tip and filling his lungs with the cool sensation of the smoke which followed. A breath, and pulling the pipe away, he exhaled and let the cloud escape his lungs to join it's brother amongst the aid to were they body faded slowly in a twist amongst the ventilated air that spilled from the small vents.

Though he had not seen the Turk lately, his presence was always a comfort in the place, so he regarded the nation with an incline of his head then a graceful bow, a sweep of his eyes downward, a tilt of his chin, in admittance to his words.

Egypt tended not to share much with anyone and what he went through bi-weekly, was something that he kept close to his heart. He didn't inform the Turk of much when it came to the way he suffered and lately, greatly, from the so-called treatments he was forced to partake in that left his skin bruised and his mental state weak, as lately he noticed his coordination failing him more and more while the sensation in his fingertips sometimes diminished.