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[spanish_empire]

[A very satisfied Conquistador is hanging at the meme docks today, having sent his ship back off toward home only hours ago...][A very satisfied Conquistador is hanging at the meme docks today, having sent his ship back off toward home only hours ago, loaded with goods from his previous exploration and a few new things more recently discovered here. Usually he’d be on that ship, would never allow it to leave without him, but he’s had some convincing to stick around for a

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[spanish_empire]

[Follows along, rubbing his bad arm to try and bring some life back to it]

Imperio español.

[No, all your pronunciation sucks- both of you. He'll give you something more suitable]

[At least the room is better than he was expecting. Something like a bed is a luxury in these situations. And since he's pretty much been given permission he'll make his way to the bed and sit right down on it]

[And then nods his head at Greece, yeah he could use something to drink]

Please.

[osmaniac]

Oh, he can learn, after all. [since he requested instead for ordered, this time]

[so he'll acknowledge this] Bring him some bread, too.

[tourkokratia]

[perks up happily]

Okay!!

[scampers off to get the requested items, bringing a large mug of water and a big pile of bread]

[also brings a bit of dried meat too, hidden underneath the bread just in case Turkey doesn't approve, but he's far too nice]

[spanish_empire]

[Shoots a look up at Turkey, obviously irritated. Of course he has manners, he's been forced through enough fancy parties and etiquette classes to last even his long lifetime. It's just that usually you aren't deserving of those manners. But right now he wants a drink so shut up]

[That really is far too nice, not that he'll complain! Damn that's a lot of food, and he hasn't really eaten today. Yeah, his eyes are going to track it as soon as it makes it through the door]

[For a captive, being waited on is pretty awesome. But he's not moving to get anything yet, he's been tricked more than once in the past with this sort of show, and looks a little unsure]

[tourkokratia]

[when morning comes, he's the first one awake and in the kitchen, clattering around and making a mess as he tries to put together the biggest breakfast ever for his new pet]

[cold meat, olives, bread, more olives, eggs, even more olives]

[and he somehow miraculously manages to drag it all over to Spain's room, though he can't unlock the door without Turkey]

...

[time to go wake Turkey up by crawling all over him]

[spanish_empire]

[He's been having the same problem with that stupid door]

[For once he was early to rise, the unfamiliarity of his environment keeping him from a good night's rest and lingering pain from getting back to sleep]

[Luckily, even though his broken arm is still useless, he did wake to some movement back in the other, even if it is painful and too stiff to do all that much. Of course, the first thing he tried to do with his almost functioning arm was open the door and get out, but with that plan sabotaged by the lock he's been lying back on the bed, nothing to do but wait]

[osmaniac]

[meanwhile he's fast asleep despite the lingering pain from his wounds. the physical and piled-up mental tiredness certainly helps with that]

[has no concern about feeding Spain more, he has placed the kid's bread on the floor for him!]

[then he feels weight crawling all over him]

[muffles grumbling into the pillow] Fifty more minutes...

[tourkokratia]

[crawling on top of Turkey till he's king of the mountain and starts bouncing]

Wake up! Wake up! I gotta feed Antonio! Where's the key??

[probably being loud enough that Spain can hear in his room]

[osmaniac]

[wow two insults at once, you really are pushing the limits of his mercifulness]

[and to think he was about to do something relatively nice]

[growls low and gives him a hard push for that. he's sure that thanks to your injuries you'll easily fall from just this. you might be lucky if it's force sends you close enough to the bed]

[tourkokratia]

[yeah, nobody will notice the broken decorations shoved under that chair, awesome]

[now he starts piling the bandages onto the table runner, balancing them so they don't fall off in transit]

[spanish_empire]

[Usually he's glad to count on his luck helping him out, but it must be your house keeping it from him today, because he ends up right on the floor, not close enough to the bed to make a grab for it]

[If he knew you were going to be nice he probably wouldn't have reacted that way, but what do you expect him to think, grabbing onto an injured arm and forcefully dragging him into a closed room?]

[At least it shuts him right up, having the wind knocked out of him enough to momentarily quiet him down. It's a good thing Greece is coming back with bandages though, the way he landed on his leg opening that wound back up]

[osmaniac]

Not so proud when ya can't even stand up, huh.

[comes next to him, looking down at, and soon enough he gives him a well-aimed kick in the side]

Apologize!

[osmaniac]

A couple. [when he went to get some treats for the animals he also got some for himself. already ate the most]

[so here's a piece of Turkish Delight being waved over Spain's head]

[tugs up once more]

[tourkokratia]

[He's instantly interested in it, leaning forward and eyes glued to the candy]

Do you want it, Spain?

[Because if not, he's ready to pounce]

[spanish_empire]

[Well, it catches his attention again, although he's not used to this sort of food and doesn't even really recognize it as something to eat. He can't exactly get excited about the prospect of something he doesn't know]

[He's more bothered by the tugging than anything and looks back to Greece. You didn't pull him so hard, he'd rather have you at the end of this bandage rope again...]

No...

[Sorry Turkey, even drugged he doesn't want to listen to you. And he'll stay put, Greece can have that treat as far as he cares]

[osmaniac]

[that's too bad, he may have to trade more of his sweets to your merchants]

C'mon... You always end up loving whatever I put in yer mouth.

Ain't that right?

[pulls, not harshly, but without stopping this time]

[shakes his head at Herakles. shh, you'll get yours soon]

[tourkokratia]

[damn, caught]

[shuffles closer, well if Spain says he's okay, then why not]

I bet he can't even run as fast as Rash...

[jumps, trying to pull himself onto Spain]

[spanish_empire]

[He didn't say okay at all!]

[You don't really expect him to just stay on his knees for this, do you? The second Greece jumps on him he pushes himself back, trying to just throw him off and pull himself back to his feet]

That has nothing to do with being fine! I'm not your toy!

[You'll have to do a lot more than pull his hair to get him to agree to something like that. No way in hell]

[osmaniac]

[which is why soon enough there is a familiar blade right in front of your face]

[he'll let the sharp edge touch your cheek, as if gently resting it there. if a cut happens, it will be from your own moving]

Let him on.

[tourkokratia]

[at Spain's push, he easily tumbles off and hits the ground, as he hadn't managed to grab a handhold]

I don't think he wants to be rode on...