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

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    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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Spain | Axis Powers Hetalia | OTA

[si_espana]

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[etbelle]

[Have a kiss on the cheek, complete with an affectionate, if slightly cheesy 'mwah!']

Thanks for all your help today, Spain. The yard looks great.

[si_espana]

[Chuckles softly with his usual bright smile. He was happy to help]

You're always welcome~

[etbelle]

Want to come inside and have a drink?

[si_espana]

Oh, sure! That's very nice of you.

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[proteusmoon]

There's something oddly familiar about the handsome man that Cecil is currently leaning against with about a dozen other people on this sofa, but he doesn't really know what. It may be the inebriation talking or the inebriation that's obscuring his ability to recognize the green-eyed brunet, but either way, Cecil can't resist turning to him more forwardly as he speaks to another person and no more can he keep himself from actually leaning in closer than is necessary to hear his present company's words clearly

[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

[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

[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]

[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."